a/n: hey so i'm still planning on writing a sequel series to 'practice' and i have an outline i just need to. actually start writing it. i've got a couple more drafts to finish before i get started on that.
The clock in the hallway was chiming one o'clock when Y/N finally locked the front door behind her. The sun had set hours ago, but her director seemed to care little about time or the lives of others. Even if it took hours, he was determined for her to get the perfect take, and Y/N felt like her bones were about to shatter by the end of the day.
The only other thing on her mind was getting home to Bill, who she knew would be waiting for her. But now he was bound to be fast asleep in bed, and that was the only thing she wanted to do, too.
She groaned softly as she kicked her shoes off at the front door and hung her jacket up on the coat rack before trudging through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. She didn't bother to turn any of the lights on as she went, letting muscle memory do her eyes' jobs as her whole body cried and screamed with each step.
Finally, she came to the bedroom door and pushed it open as slowly and quietly as she could, the hinges squeaking softly as they were forced open. She couldn't see, but she could tell that Bill was already asleep in bed, the soft sounds of his breathing drifting over to her ears. The carpet was soft under her feet as she tiptoed over to the bed, leaving the room in darkness as her eyes adjusted.
She could just make out Bill's silhouette, the sheets tangled in his legs as he clutched her pillow close to his chest as if it were her body, his face half buried in it. The sight made her smile, and her heart pulled a little. She'd often done the same thing while he was away; the scent of his cologne often clung to the fabric and soothed her on lonely nights, but knowing that he also did it just made her love him even more.
Carefully, she climbed onto her side of the bed and crawled over to him, keeping her movements slow and measured so as not to wake him up. He was the picture of peace when she finally managed to see him: his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, his face still and content, and his hair sticking up where it had rustled against his pillow.
Even though he was on a break from work, Y/N had noticed how tired he'd been lately, especially when her own work days lasted for so long. She told him every single day that he didn't need to wait up for her to come home, but it appeared that he just couldn't stay up much longer for once. Even in the dark, she could see the shadows under his eyes, and she had a good feeling that they would be bloodshot once open.
She gently reached out to stroke his hair, keeping her touch soft and gentle, like she was handling a baby. The dark locks were soft when they slipped through her fingers, and the smell of his shampoo drifted into her nose as she leaned down to softly kiss he top of his head, gauging whether or not he would wake up. He murmured softly and nuzzled her pillow as he wrapped his toned arms tighter around it.
"Sleep well, honey," Y/N whispered before leaving a soft kiss on his forehead, letting her lips linger before she dragged herself away from him and into the bathroom.
She quietly closed the door behind her, making sure it didn't slam, before turning on the light. The sudden illumination made her eyes sting, and she squeezed them shut to give herself time to adjust before finding a towel and turning the shower on as hot as she could get it. Steam started to fill the room, fogging up the mirror until she could no longer see herself, and she let herself breathe deeply, the warmth blowing away the cobwebs in her head and letting her muscles relax.
After tying her hair up, washing her face, and dropping her dirty clothes into the hamper, Y/N stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over her body, washing away the dirt and grime from the day. A soft groan escaped her lungs as she stood under the scalding water, her tired muscles relaxing as she continued to breathe in the steam and let it soothe her sore throat.
Part of her felt bad for making Bill wait so long for her to come home, but a more selfish part of her thought that he could wait just a little longer for her to finally go to bed. Y/N was so used to going to bed alone and waking up in the middle of the night to the feeling of Bill slipping under the covers next to her that it was normal to her.
She finished up her shower as quickly as she could, leaving her tired body smelling sweet as she towelled off and continued with the rest of her night routine. Her mind cleared as she finished her skincare routine and brushed her teeth, only concerned with finally getting some well-earned sleep.
Just as Y/N had put her toothbrush down, she felt a familiar pair of strong, toned arms snake around her waist and pull her into a warm body. The reflections in the mirror in front of her were still foggy from the steam, but she could recognise Bill's silhouette anywhere.
"I thought you were asleep," she said with a sigh as she relaxed into his embrace, relishing the feeling of his warm hands skimming over her arms.
"I was," Bill said, his voice low and scratchy in her ear. "But you woke me up."
"I didn't mean to," Y/N said as his hands continued to roam her body and he bent down to softly kiss her shoulder. "You just looked so cute."
He trailed his kisses across her shoulder and up her neck, making her skin tingle with each brush of his lip as his fingers crept underneath her towel.
"Not as cute as you," he husked before kissing the spot behind her ear and pushing the towel to the floor, leaving her completely bare for him.
Y/N shuddered when his fingers brushed over her nipples, her pussy starting to clench and dampen when he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them softly, his lips never leaving her neck.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper as she placed her hands over his.
"I waited all night for you to come home," he mumbled into her warm skin, his right hand drifting away from her breast and down to her lower stomach to pull her closer to his body. She whined when she felt him push his clothed erection into her behind and shuffled on her feet to let him slip his fingers between her legs. "You left me with this, and I didn't even get a chance to play with you before I fell asleep."
A moan crawled its way out of Y/N's lungs when he started to lightly circle her clit, and she fought the urge to squirm out of his arms. Her mind was screaming at her to sleep, but her body had an entirely different idea.
"But I'm tired, baby," she whined as her head fell back onto his shoulder. "I've had such a long day."
"Then the least you can let me do is fuck you to sleep."
Her whole body shuddered with desire, and her cunt clenched hard at his words, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of her. Instead of giving him a response, she turned around in his arms and brought her hands up to his face, holding him still so she could kiss him softly. As her eyes drifted closed, she felt his lips brush against hers, and he took the lead, gently slipping his tongue into her mouth and pushing his fingers inside her needy pussy. He groaned against her mouth as he felt how wet she already was for him, her sweet spot already swollen enough for him to play with.
Y/N felt as if something had switched in her body; she was no longer concerned with sleep. All she wanted now was to feel every single inch of Bill; she wanted his hands all over her body, and his hard cock inside her.
"I missed you," she breathed into his mouth, her voice muffled by his kisses. "I spent all day wanting to come home to you."
"I missed you, too, baby," Bill said when he reluctantly broke off the kiss. Gently, he pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and licked them clean as he used his free hand to push his underwear to the floor, leaving them both completely bare. "C'mon, let's go to bed."
Bill took Y/N's hand and led her out of the bathroom, flicking the light off before he closed the door behind them, leaving them in the dark bedroom again. She could just see where they were going in the dark, thankfully the floor was clear as he brought her to the unmade bed and sat down on the mattress with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"C'mere," he said as he reached out to take her hand, "come sit in my lap."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she realised what he wanted to do. Even though her body was sore and tired, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck herself on his cock while sitting in his lap.
She eagerly crawled onto the bed and into his lap, not yet touching his hard cock as she cupped his face in her palms and kissed him softly, letting their tongues dance together as he gently played with her breasts, holding them with his large palms and gently squeezing her sensitive nipples.
Her hips started to buck against him and she lowered herself onto him, dragging her wet pussy along his shaft to slick him up, making him softly moan against her lips. Even though she couldn't see him, she knew that he looked beautiful: his big eyes hooded with lust, his soft lips slightly parted, and his hair perfectly tousled.
"I want you," he breathed against her mouth when she took his cock in her hand, giving him a few slow pumps, and spreading her arousal around. "I need you, baby."
Slowly, Y/N sank onto Bill's cock, savouring the feeling of him opening her up before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close to her. Their foreheads pressed together, she slowly rolled her hips forward and backwards as he caressed her back with his large palms and kneaded her hips, helping her keep her movements steady.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he sighed before brushing his lips against hers again, kissing her softly and sweetly. "Definitely worth the wait."
Y/N moaned into the kiss as she clenched around him, her sweet spot grinding against his cock and her clit brushing against his skin with each rock of her hips. She always loved being so close to him like this, their bodies entangled as they moved together as one, feeling each other's heartbeats until they melted together.
Her tired body continued to move lazily against his as she savoured his kisses, tasting toothpaste on his tongue as her fingers tangled in his thick hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling it. He hummed against her lips and pulled her closer to his chest, her breasts pushing up against him so her sensitive nipples could rub against his skin.
Reluctantly, Y/N broke the kiss to catch her breath and buried her face in the crook of his neck as she continued to roll her hips into him, her clit tingling and twitching with each pass. Soft, breathy moans escaped her mouth as she kissed the side of his throat, smelling his leftover cologne and shampoo. All the different sensations were starting to overwhelm her until the only thing on her mind was how he was making her feel; his warm hands stroking up and down her back, his soft lips caressing her shoulder, and his hard cock inside her as they both wound her body closer and closer to climax.
"M'gonna cum, baby," she panted as her hips started to buck faster into his, her swollen clit tingling more as her stomach started to tighten itself into a knot.
"Already?" Bill teased as he trailed his right hand between their bodies to play with her clit. "Here, I'll help you."
Her body jolted at the added stimulation, and Y/N leaned backwards slightly to give him more space, changing the angle. She found it difficult to roll her hips in the position while he stroked her clit, but just the sensation of his thumb on her clit while his cock was inside her was enough to make her eyes roll back.
"Fuck, you look so good like this," he breathed as he rubbed her clit faster and pushed his hips up into hers. "C'mon, baby, let me feel you cum."
Y/N forced herself to keep her eyes open as the knot in her stomach finally snapped, warmth spreading throughout her body as her cunt clamped down on Bill's cock and her clit twitched under his thumb. He held her body still by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back into his body as his lips latched onto her neck, feeling how her throat vibrated with each cry and moan that came from her lungs.
Once she'd finally come back to Earth, she took Bill's face in her hands again and crashed her lips against him, kissing him sloppily in her cock-drunk stupor.
"More," she mumbled against his mouth, clenching around him again. "Make me cum again."
He laughed softly between kisses and held her close to his chest before lying down on the bed, pulling her on top of him without his cock leaving her.
"You can never have just one, can you?" he crooned in her ear as she buried her face in his neck again. "So needy."
A pleasured groan of his own flew out into the night air as he started to gently thrust up into her, letting her lie still on his chest as she scratched at his shoulders and kissed his neck. As much as she'd liked being able to fuck herself on his cock, she loved being taken care of by him even more.
He always knew exactly what she liked and what she needed, and at that moment, she needed him to be soft and gentle with her sore body. Her clit was too tired to be played with again, but thankfully her sweet spot was still swollen enough to be stimulated by his cock.
"This is a better way to finish the night, isn't it?" Bill whispered in her ear, softly groaning when her body shuddered and tensed around his cock. "Just you and me, taking care of each other late into the night. I'd stay up to fuck you all night if I could."
Y/N whined again and her pussy fluttered around him, signalling that she was already close again. Her hips started to move on their own, matching his rhythm as her breathing picked up and she whined louder and louder into his shoulder.
"You gonna cum again?" he asked as he stroked her back, running his fingers up and down the notches of her spine. He felt her nod into his shoulder and sped up his thrusts slightly. "Cum with me, baby."
Y/N clenched around his cock repeatedly, helping her second orgasm of the night come more easily. Her eyes screwed shut as it finally arrived, her sensitive pussy spasming around him as she gasped and moaned into his shoulder, drawing his orgasm out of him. She listened to his own moans and curses as he shot his warm cum into her, painting her insides white as he continued to fuck her through their highs.
She was just about to crawl off of him when she felt his hands on her hips, holding her still. Her spent pussy felt so full with both his cock and cum still inside her, but she didn't want him to leave her. Not when they were still so close.
"Let's stay like this," Bill said, tiredness starting to steep into his voice as he pulled the sheets back over them. "You still feel so good."
Y/N hummed in agreement as she settled further into his body, her breathing starting to slow down as sleep began to take over her body. She tried to find the energy to kiss him or say good night, but her eyes were closing on their own and her body was losing the battle.
The last thing she felt before finally slipping into dreamland was Bill's lips on her forehead and his cock still inside her, slowly softening as sleep took him too.
summary: bruce gets a little too rough in the bedroom by accident
pairing: bruce wayne x female reader
warnings: brief smut, injury caused by sex, bleeding, pain, aftercare, a hundred thousand apologies
word count: 1396 words
a/n: this is just a stupid thought that came to me and then i remembered that there aren't enough awkward sex stories in the world
Something was obviously wrong with Bruce for him to be so rough and careless with Y/N.
He was always such a gentle and considerate lover for her, making sure that she was ready to take him and always putting her pleasure before his. She couldn’t have asked for a better husband.
But this was different.
When he’d slid into bed and breathed in her ear about how much he needed her, she was more than happy to oblige. She wasn’t naturally wet enough, since she’d only just woken up, and she’d figured that the lube Bruce poured onto her would be enough to keep her comfortable, but she didn’t factor in just how hard he was going to fuck her.
“Bruce,” she choked out as he held her tight to his chest, his cock roughly pumping in and out of her sore pussy. “S-stop.”
He’d already squeezed all the air out of her lungs and she was struggling to get it back, taking in pained gasps each time his hips crashed into hers. The dull ache between her legs had turned into a stinging pain, white hot and piercing her senses.
“That feel good, sweetheart?” he rasped in her ear, not fully paying attention to her. “You want me to keep going?”
“No, Bruce, I want to stop,” Y/N forced out through gritted teeth, the pain between her legs becoming too much to bear. “You’re hurting me.”
Bruce snapped out of his stupor and immediately slowed his moments down to pull out of her. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock leave her and dug her nails into his muscular arms, trying to ignore the searing pain. A hot warmth trickled from her core and leaked onto the sheets beneath her, making her cringe as she tried her best to wriggle out of his arms.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce said through heavy breaths. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He fully unsheathed himself from her and gently brushed his fingertips through her folds, skirting dangerously close to where his cock had just been. “Is it here?”
Y/N jumped and pushed herself up to her elbows to try to scramble away from him further. “Don’t touch it! I think I’m bleeding.”
“Okay, okay,” Bruce said softly as he pulled the heavy duvet off of the two of them. “I’m sorry, just let me look at it.”
He turned the lamp on the nightstand brighter and gingerly placed his large palms on each of Y/N’s ankles to gently pull her legs back open again. Y/N cringed again and looked away as he eased her legs apart, her torn skin pulling and tugging.
“You’re definitely bleeding,” he said softly, as if he was trying to ease the pain with just his voice. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N said, her face still turned away from him as she reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab a tissue and used it to dab at the cut. Her entire body jolted when the tissue touched her sensitive skin and she dropped it in frustration.
“Here, let me do it.” Bruce took the tissue from her and firmly pressed it to the tear, holding her still so she wouldn’t shake so much.
He leaned forward to wipe away a tear that rolled down her hot cheek and gently kissed her forehead as he gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. She could tell that whatever it was that had been bothering him before had completely vacated his mind, replaced with concern for her.
They were both quiet as Bruce continued to compress the bleeding, stroking her hot skin with his free hand to make sure that she was okay and safe. Y/N still couldn’t look at him but her tears slowly stopped as the pain dulled into a slow throbbing ache.
“Can I hold you?” he asked gently as he slid his hand up her thigh to snake his arm around her waist.
She nodded and let him gather her into his arms, the wound pulling as she was moved into his lap. Her eyes fluttered closed when she rested her head on his broad shoulder and felt him softly kiss the top of her head.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Bruce said, his voice soft and low in his chest as he stroked Y/N’s bare back.
“It’s fine,” she said into his skin, letting him soothe her tired body. “You didn’t mean to.”
“It’s not fine,” he said as he lay them both down on the mattress, Y/N still curled up in his arms. “I promised to never hurt you and I did. I got careless.”
Y/N didn’t have enough energy to scold him or argue with them, and let the conversation drift away as she wiped her remaining tears from her face and returned Bruce’s embrace. Her fingers drifted up and down his back, absentmindedly brushing against the scars as she fought to stay awake.
“Do you feel any better?” he asked gently after an extended silence. “Does it still hurt?”
“A little bit,” Y/N replied, squeezing her thighs together to gauge the pain. “Just a little sore.”
“Hopefully it’ll heal fast.” He brought his fingers up to stroke her face and let them trail down to her jaw so he could guide her face to his. “I really am sorry,” he said, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her softly.
“Bruce, it’s okay,” Y/N said in between kisses. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
“And I promise it won’t happen again. But if it does, I’ll at least make sure you’re ready. I want you to feel good too.”
Y/N’s heart twisted for him. He was always such a generous lover, completely selfless, but she felt that he deserved moments to be selfish every once in a while. Just without hurting her and giving her a bad tear.
“Okay, apology accepted.”
“Good.” Bruce smiled at her softly and stood up from the bed with her still in his arms. “I think it’s time we got you into a hot bath.”
The hot water made Y/N wince slightly when it touched her wound, but once she was resting under the bubbles with Bruce close behind her, she almost forgot all about it. She loved that he always had that effect on her; no matter how hard a day she’d had, or how much her body hurt, something as simple as taking a bath with her husband was able to help her feel better.
Y/N sighed in content as she leaned back against Bruce’s chest, her head falling into his shoulder as he scooped the water into his hands and let it run over her shoulders. He kept his touches chaste, knowing that she would be out of commission for quite some time, massaging his shoulders and thighs, well away from where she was hurt.
“Something happened tonight, didn’t it?” she said after they were both quiet for a while. “Something bad.”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Bruce murmured into her hair as he pulled her tighter to his chest. “It’s over now.”
“But you never come home like that unless something awful happens.” Y/N shuffled out of his arms and onto her knees to take his face in her hands, the water sloshing in the tub as she moved. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if it wasn’t nothing.”
“I don’t want you to worry,” Bruce said quietly as he took her hands away from his face. “You’ve already got enough on your plate.”
“Bruce, you just tore my vagina open. I think I can handle being told what happened.”
He laughed softly, just a short breath through his nose, but it made him smile nonetheless. Gently, he pulled her to sit on his lap, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked her back.
“Maybe later,” he said into her hair. “We’re focusing on you right now.”
“Promise you’ll tell me? While you’re being nice to me?”
“I promise. You just relax for now.”
With the way he was stroking her skin and holding her close to him, she couldn't do anything but relax. Even with a nasty tear in the most sensitive part of her body.
I was so incredibly high while drawing this and I am still high so who fucking knows. I haven’t drawn in months but these two plague me. TN’s slop delivery o clock
Nooo the anatomy isn’t right everywhere but I don’t care !!!!! Just pretend it’s ok..
hc! dazai has seen chuuya naked before, multiple times actually. in the years of their partnership in the port mafia, they patched each other, shared beds etc. dazai had plenty opportunities to get acquainted with chuuya's body.
but now, four years later. chuuya hasn't grown, but his body has changed. he's not the gangly teenager anymore but a man. dazai hates to admit it but chuuya's body looks good.
feels good. under his hands. he can map the hard muscles under his palms, the outline of his abdomen now that he has the privilege to sit on the chibi's lap and kiss him for hours on end and only pull away for the sole purpose of breathing.
chuuya's body is a stranger to dazai. and he understands that. and yet when chuuya takes his boxers off for the first time after four years, dazai is caught off gaurd because what on earth is that?!
dazai didn't realise that just because chibi didn't grow in height, doesn't mean he didn't grow anywhere else either. and he without any shame, gapes.
chuuya, taking his boxers off: c'mere bastard, I'll show u a good time
dazai:
chuuya:
dazai:
chuuya, growing self concious: what
dazai: are u trying to kill me
***
dazai: that THING will not fit
chuuya: you're being dramatic
dazai: are u trying to gaslight me
***
after the panic subsides. dazai decides to be a little shit because why not
dazai: I didn't know chuuya was packing a firearm into his underwear
chuuya:
dazai, winking: would you shoot me with it? if you know what I mean
chuuya: FUCK OFF
***
dazai: no wonder chuuya didn't grow in height
chuuya:
dazai: his dick ate all his inches instead
chuuya, tucking himself back in his boxers: you're done
fandom: criminal minds
pairing: hotch x fem!reader (could be read as hotch x oc, i guess)
rating: M (nsfw)
words: 1,224
read below, or on ao3.
insomnia has once again webbed its way through her brain and shattered through her eyelids. it's nothing new, she's dealt with it most of her life. with an annoyed, tired sigh, she turns fully onto her side to face her boyfriend letting her eyes scan his sleeping face as puffs of his breath fans across her nose. she sighs again, frustrated that she can't sleep and that he can. just as she's about to fling the blanket off of herself and stomp to the living room to be grumpy on the couch, he cracks an eye to look at her. she immediately huffs out a laugh.
"did i wake you?"
he clears his throat and rolls onto his back, stretching his body a little. "i felt you staring at me." he turns to look at the clock on his nightstand. two a.m.
she laughs at that, reaching over to palm his cheek, it hits him with a soft unpainful smack. "i'm sorry. i was admiring your ability to sleep."
he rolls back onto his side, wiggling a little closer to her. "can't sleep?"
she sighs. "no, my brain won't shut up long enough."
he hums his response, his eyes slipping closed again.
"aaron..."
his eyes open slowly to look at her. "hm?"
"help me fall asleep...?" she studies his face as well as she can in the dimly lit room, but she sees him crack a grin, his eyes coming to life.
"how do you suppose i do that?" his voice is still rough with sleep sending shivers down her spine, igniting the fire already growing deep in her belly.
without saying anything, she reaches for his left hand and guides it slowly towards her already throbbing center. she lifts her right leg up a little to give him room and he automatically palms the entirety of her, the warmth of his large hand making the heat already boiling between her legs unbearable.
"god, baby, please.." she chokes out in a whisper, but he keeps slowly, lightly, running his hand over her.
"please what?"
she throws him a pointed look and he grins. "i want your fingers inside m-"
before she can even finish that sentence, he skims his fingers up over her mound, and then wiggles them under her panties, brushing through her trimmed pubes. he doesn't pull her lips apart like she's dying for him to, instead he rests his entire palm on her pubic bone and lets his fingers play softly at her opening, feeling how hot and wet she already was. she squirms under him, clenching helplessly at nothing. he chuckles. "already so wet, hm? were you planning on waking me up or were you going to take care of this yourself?"
she huffs out something between a breathy laugh and a moan as she reaches under the blankets to grip at his wrist. "you're killing me here, babe."
"oh, we can't have that, can we?" he says and then quickly presses his two middle fingers down and then up, pulling her lips open and then stopping to press the tips of them against her clit. she squirms against his hand even more, her bottom lip caged between her teeth.
"aaron hotchner, i swear to god," she pants, the grip on his wrist tightening.
he props his head up on his right hand so he can look down at her, the street light from outside barely shining into the room so he can see the shadows of her face. she looks up at him right when he starts moving his fingers in small circles. she licks her lips and lets them fall apart to suck in a breath.
he speeds up his movements, watching as her face as it contorts with pleasure, her chest rises and stutters, an annoyed yet pleasurable groan leaving her throat.
"baby, please," she nearly chokes out. he chuckles to himself, loving that he can do this to her - make her beg and moan.
a few more deep pressure circles to her clit and he slides his fingers down to her opening and presses inside of her slowly. "is this what you want?" his voice is low and teasing and she can practically hear the grin on his face through her now closed eyes. he uses the heel of his hand to press back into her clit and her leg twitches.
the grip on his wrist moves down to grab the back of his hand, her fingers over his, and she makes him push himself deeper into her. her fingers brushing against her own entrance with the movement.
"jesus, fuck, god," she cries out, squeezing her eyes closed. his fingers are thick and always fill her up the way she needs, especially when he uses two. he sets a slow steady pace, pressing them as deep as they can go and then drags them slowly almost all the way out of her before quickly sliding them back in to his knuckles. she squeezes her legs together, trapping their hands in place. she can feel the tendons in his hand every time he moves his fingers, and she grips his knuckles as he picks up the pace.
strangled moans fall from her lips as she moves her hips against him. he curls his fingers and holds it momentarily against the spongey tissue that makes her feral which causes her to immediately arch her back and release a guttural moan. when he starts to move his fingers again, picking up the pace even faster, she slides her right leg back so he can have more room to move his hand. he moves faster now, the wet slapping sound of his hand ramming into her and her strangled breaths filling the room.
it only takes a few more pumps and curls of his fingers before she's squeezing his knuckles tight. she presses her her own middle fingers into his, trying to push his fingers in farther as her orgasm sparks through her, her own two middle fingers slip in with his for a moment and she thrashes against him, her eyes still squeezed shut. he can feel her lower stomach spasming and it makes him bite his lip to stop his own pleasured sounds. her breath catches in her chest as her orgasm continues to static its way through her. he leans in closer to her, "breathe, honey."
a final strangled, broken moan leaves her throat and she sucks in a harsh breath, her body goes limp, and her hand falls away from his as she continues to breathe heavily. he doesn't remove his fingers right away, he leaves them buried inside of her, unmoving. she slowly opens her eyes and looks at him. "fuck," is all she can manage to croak get out.
"tired?" he asks, his voice strangled with his own wants now, but willing to go on if that's what she needs.
before she can answer he's pulling his fingers out of her and sliding them right back up to her clit. she can feel the gush of warmth follow his fingers out and it makes her moan again.
"are you?" she husks.
"wide awake." and with that he leans over and catches her mouth in a heated kiss as he moves his body on top of hers and settles between her parted, shaking legs.
Sakusa has found a way for you to spend some quality time together whilst he trains.
c/w: lots of fingering, overstim, lil spank, "darling"
a/n: brainrot 2k23!! enjoy~ (´ ∀ ` *)
Many volleyball enthusiasts around the country had, after many hours of studying and analysis, concluded that Sakusa Kiyoomi’s incredible success at spiking was in large part due to his weirdly strong and flexible wrists
Like many athletes, our Omi-kun understood the importance of training, conditioning, of practice. Despite his icy demeanour and aversion to other human beings, he was very dedicated to his craft and spent many hours making sure he was in top condition for his matches
Our ISTJ King of course has developed over the years a very precise routine to keep on top of his game, having tried various stretches and exercises throughout his career
“Is there a ritual that you like to follow before an important match, sir?” “What is your preferred warm-up routine?”
He can’t help but respond with a smirk cus ha ha ha-
“Mmmf- ngh- Omi! Omi, it’s too much, i-it’s too much, it’s-!”
“We have another ten minutes,” Kiyoomi drawled, running his thumb over your lip before shoving it into your gaping mouth. “And maybe another set after. There’s a big match in a couple of days, darling.”
You couldn’t stop the whine that tumbled from your mouth, clamping your lips around the invading digit as Kiyoomi’s other hand rammed unrelentingly and rhythmically into you, as he had been doing for the last 30 minutes.
“You said you were missing my company,” he pointed out flatly, nuzzling into your neck as you wrapped yourself around him, tugging gently at the roots of his curls. “Isn’t this a great compromise?”
You were quiet as you stared into the distance for a moment, a rumble of a chuckle in your chest as you considered his offer. “You horny little shit.”
Kiyoomi perches himself up on his elbows, catching your eye with his usual deadpan expression. A minute ticks by as you stare each other down. He tilts his head, prompting you to answer his original proposal, as he neglects to respond to your accusation. his eyes seem to say ‘and?’; eventually, you break and a full laugh escapes you.
“I don’t see really how this could be considered exercise for you,” you said dryly. As he opened his mouth to explain once more why exactly fingerblasting you every other day and before a match was conducive to his career and both of your overall health, you continued. “I will consent to a trial period of said training routine. You have one week.”
Being an incredibly serious matter, Kiyoomi would start a timer for each ‘set’. 20 minutes of various crafty finger and wrist movements, high speed and power directly and expertly into your g-spot
His left hand went first for 2 reasons: being marginally his weaker and less dominant hand, starting left in his opinion ‘eases you into it better’
(You thought this was bull because you’re sent to high heaven at the same speed no matter which hand he starts with)
His second reason being if he wants to go for a third set then his left is ‘trained’ more with a built in break time
“Get over my knee, we’re doing one more,” Kiyoomi urged, shifting you over slightly as you failed to move along to his command in your exhaustion. Your mouth was dry, you were breathless, your pussy felt wet and swollen and was leaving a small puddle wherever you sat as Kiyoomi ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you.
“Mmmf,” you mumbled, unable to focus as your legs trembled and your core clenched weakly at each aftershock that rolled through you. “O-oh!”
Kiyoomi slipped two fingers back into your overworked cunny again. Starting slow, he began thrusting into you purposefully with each targeted movement of the wrist, assaulting your g-spot much too intensely after what you’d been through that evening. Your vision burst white and your senses faded as another orgasm washed through you, a gasp catching in your throat, your mind scattering as Kiyoomi pinned your thrashing hips down to keep you in place.
“Great job, darling, but hold still,” he demanded, delivering a sharp smack on your backside. “I’ll be sure to give you credit when we win,” Kiyoomi smirked, glancing momentarily at the timer. “But you have another six minutes."
