thinking about mikasa taking her anger out on you after a fight with annie 🥺 her being all mean and calling you all sorts of names as she’s fucking you with her strap but after you’re done she calls you her good girl and is so proud of you for taking her cock so well 🥺💕
Warnings: rough sex, strapon, use of petnames (baby, princess, love), implied fem reader, crying, praise, mentions of injuries and blood, ever so slight implications of dubcon but prior consent given.
Notes: please read my rules, I don’t like to write or read degradation in any form thank you 💕
This is such a 🥺🥺 so what if she just - is so angry, so flushed and puffy lipped and hard handed with how she mandhandles you on to your back, thighs up by your ears, dick hitting so deep and so hard. Her big hands still taped and bandaged from the fight, bruises littering the knuckles visible through the tape, one of her nails purple where it’s digging into the fat of the back of your thighs, keeping you rooted, holding you down, tummy folded and jiggling with every downward swing of her hips.
“Take it - nngh - take it fuckin’ -,” sweat drips between her breasts, strands of her black hair sticking to her forehead with effort, eyes squeezed shut and the little cut on her lip is all you can focus on. Between that, the heavy brush of her tits over yours, the yellowing bruise on her jaw and the nasty fuck of her cock stirring your insides,
“S-slow Mika please,” you’re halfway to sobbing, lip wobbling, fingers grappling at her ass to pull her closer or push her away, head tossing into the sheets and pillows tossed around you. She hoists a leg, adjusts her arms so they're fisting the sheets, doubling down over you, knees cradling her shoulders that bulge and strain with every mean nasty thrust.
“Nnghnot gonna - won’t stop, I can’t - I know you don’t want me to,” Mikasa pants above you, eyes fluttering shut when the strap pinches her clit and slips and slides when she - “Right there, feels so good - can’t stop you just gotta fuckin’ take it,” it’s like she’s not even talking to you, jaw clicked and neck straining, that lickable tendon still baring the bruises of her fight with Annie. The practise fight with Annie, the silly little wager Eren suggested, the stupid playful fight where Annie got too serious and too boisterous when you were mentioned.
“So fuckin - ,” she punctuates an explosion of anger with a particularly harsh thrust, grinding and kissing so so deep, “Wish she could see you now, see how good you take it, how good you are - look at you baby,” her eyes squint open to look down at you, rolling back when all she can see is you, teary eyed, mouth open, throat bared and ripe for her to sink her teeth into. Maybe - maybe she should take a picture, show Annie what she can reduce you down to, how good you are for her - that she does in fact have someone to fuck, someone that loves her and lets her do whatever she wants, whatever she needs...
“Love you, love you nd this pussy - fuck, s’good baby,” she’s slurring, hardly moving her lips, catching then between her teeth when your whines grow louder, legs kicking out against the brute strength that keeps you in place. Tears explode from your eyes, mouth open and yelping with every hit to your cervix, every bash to your clit, every upward grind to your sweet spot. Little uh uh uh’s into her neck as she strains above you, lashes fluttering and body moving with every thrust into you.
The pace changes suddenly with a hand cupping the top of your head; changes when you shudder and shake and quiver all wet and drippy over her thighs, changes when you whimper her name and push at her clenching stomach, changes when you shakily pucker your lips in an ask for a kiss. Slow, long and strong, licking into your mouth and drinking your eager mewls despite how much you’re shaking and squirming beneath her. Mikasa noses at your cheek, huffing into your ear, groaning,
“S’good for me baby, beautiful aren’t you?” breathy but still with an edge, “Perfect little pussy, perfect little princess - hah,” she trembles into you, pinching just right, grinding at the perfect, collapsing against you with a sigh.
“So good baby, fuck - lettin me do what I want, letting me - fuck,” gasping, breathless Mikasa feels you twitch when she hitches her hips, another little orgasm shocking through your body when the rough fabric of the strapon catches on your swollen, slippery clit,
“Careful, careful love, I got you” she’s still inside of you, still all up in your tummy and she - doesn’t seem to want to move, “gonna stay right here kay? Right here,” fingers split around where you’re stretched around her cock, sending shivers down your spine and gasps to spill from your lips,
“Mika - I - ?” You’re still out of breath, squirming under her and managing to disconnect your hips with a filthy wet squelch, dildo smearing up against your thigh and tummy, “please - please can you put my legs down? I can’t feel them,”
Slicking her sticky forehead over your chest, Mikasa grumbles as she lets your legs flop down on to the mattress, still refusing to move from caging your body beneath hers,
“S’stupid,” lips peck your skin, brushing over your tits and down your belly, “she’s stupid,”
“Next time, next time just like - punch her maybe?” you moan when her calloused hands start massaging the tight muscles in your thigh, “And maybe - uhhh - maybe I can - huhhh,” you petter off, eyes fluttering shut when Mikasa slinks from the bed and replaces her body with a blanket, slipping off the strapon and tossing it into the bathroom with a huff,
“Don’t worry about that right now,” returning to your side, still naked, still sticky and a little shaky, but holding a bottle of juice and one of the cookies Armin made the other day, “you did good, considering -,”
“S’okay, I liked it yknow?” You turn on to your side, gazing at your girlfriend lazily, “unhinged, maybe you should loose more fights but only the practise ones cause I like it when you win,” Mikasa smiles at you, fondly, as lazy as your little slurs and grumbles,
His nails dig hard into your skin, either breaking the skin or leaving bruises to blossom in the wake of his touch hours later. When he kisses you, his tongue forces its way into your mouth and digs around like he wants to make you gag. The smile on his face is either too wide, or too thin. You’ve stopped looking him in the eye. They’re wide, never any different, consuming every inch of you without pause. (There’s something intoxicating to holding so much of another’s attention, but there comes a point where it becomes too much.) Every time he makes you cum with either his mouth or fingers, he keeps going until pleasure turns into discomfort.
This time is no different. Where you were twitching towards him moments before, now you’re trying to pull away. His grip on your thighs is like iron. It’s only when you kick towards him, croaking out your pleads in a voice heavy with tears, when he pulls away. Your slick covers his chin. At the sight of you, he lets out a breathy little laugh.
He leans over, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb. Volo clicks his tongue. “Terribly sorry, but I’m not sure if a few silent tears are cutting it for me any longer… You wouldn’t mind if I kept going for a little bit, would you? That’s right–” He lets out a laugh, loud and sudden, and over within a second. “You love me. And, don’t worry, it won’t hurt. In fact, it’ll be really, really good.”
Summary: After Bokuto staked his claim on your body, you don’t have the energy to push him off and tell him no. When he’s a bit too loud one night, will you find a way out of this predicament or become more helpless than before?
Warnings: noncon, toxic work environment, cum eating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, f. oral receiving, rimming, threesome-ish, dacryphilia, overstimulation, somnophilia, nipple play
Everyone could tell that Bokuto was much more chipper these days, each play reflecting his mood as each ball made it in the line and managed to not get blocked. If they did, he simply just smiled and laughed it off, but his gaze always turned to you and smiled your way, wishing for your approval. A small clap of the hands would do it, showing small appreciation. When he turned away from you, you’d end up dropping the smile and hands, looking down at your notebook and fiddling with a pen.
It was scary, that one night, finding yourself unable to do anything against Bokuto as he took the last thing you had going for you away, so it was hard to even look at him sometimes. The only people on the team who didn’t worry or scare you as much anymore was Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Aran. Even then, Iwaizumi was the only one who checked up on you and made sure nobody was going too far. When he asked you how you were the day after, you were still processing the night and lied, telling him nothing bad has happened yet. He smiled and told you to tell him if anything does happen, he’d be happy to set someone straight. As you sit on the bench, you wonder if he’d be upset at you for lying about anything bad happening, even if you were just startled when you told him.
The whistle from the coach signaled a break, which usually meant you spent 15 minutes on your knees in the bathroom. Sighing, you clicked your pen and closed the notebook, setting them down as the coach told everyone to take a break and what he’d focus on continuing after the break. When he waved them off, Atsumu was almost quick enough to get to you first, but Bokuto had clasped his hands in yours before Atsumu could say a word.
“Bokkun, you’re always spendin’ time with her on your breaks! Give the rest of us a chance,” he huffed, a bit miffed. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as Bokuto has taken Atsumu’s place in monopolizing you. There hadn’t been any fights like that one day, Bokuto in too much of a good mood to bother with Atsumu.
“Hm, maybe it’s just cause she likes me. Don’t you, manager?” He smiles, one that you’d find comfort in if the situation was different. A shaky smile paints on your lips, a shallow nod as Bokuto’s eyes practically shine. He says nothing more to his teammates as he briskly walks out of the gym. This time, instead of going into the men’s restroom, he goes into the women’s.
“Bokuto, what are you doing? We don’t usually come in here,” you ask, finding your nerves coming back as he drags you in. There’s a bit of a walking distance between the two restrooms and you’re the only one using the women’s restroom, so it’s hardly used and practically empty all the time.
“Didn’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of my pretty manager’s pussy, that’s all,” he hums, deciding to push you up against the wall at that moment. Quickly realizing what he means, you tell him that you shouldn’t do that right now, promising to let him do what he wants later, but he’s ignoring you as he unzips the jacket. “I just need a taste to continue to my game, don’t worry, baby. Your pretty mouth gets a break,”
“Bokuto, I won’t be able to walk straight afterwards, everyone’ll know!” You harshly whisper, worried about the looks you’ll get. Bokuto simply licks his lips as you say that, getting on his knees as he tugs down your pants. The sweatpants pooled around your ankles and your panties followed soon after, Bokuto pressing a kiss to your bare knee as he hiked up your leg, keeping it bent. With the position, you felt goosebumps on your skin as the air of the room hit your exposed pussy, arms crossing over your chest as a shiver ran up your spine. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, his lips leaving a trail on your inner thigh until they’re pressing a kiss on your folds.
He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of wetness, diving between your folds with his tongue as he sucks on your clit. It’s pleasureful, but your worries keep you silent as you let him do what he wants to do. You know he’ll be unsatisfied until you finish, which means you have a time limit, making your anxiety worse. While you’re trying to calm your nerves and focus on the pleasure, Bokuto is blissfully stroking your pussy with his tongue and pushing it into your cunt, gathering juices on the tip. He’s eagerly slurping, a few nibbles on your clit that has your body jerking, making your legs weak as you put a hand in his hair, not sure whether to pull him away or push him closer.
Sensing you want him closer, he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin, adding to the pleasure as you try to not fall. It eventually fails as he gives you one long lick, swirling his tongue around your clit as your knee buckles. He’s quick, grabbing your thighs so you don’t fall and puts them on his shoulders, keeping his face deep in your pussy to keep you pressed against the wall. A few moans are let loose from your lips as your back arches, eyes shut as he pushes two fingers into your cunt, lips and tongue focusing on your clit. He keeps this up until you’re letting out a scream, muffling it with your hand as you whole body twitches with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you, slurping up any excess as he moans in delight, giving your clit a few kisses in thanks as he does.
Nobody has come to get you yet, so you’re glad he managed to make you finish so quickly, but your worries come back when he wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pressed against the tile as he gives you a long and deep kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hand finds itself trailing to between your legs once more. “I want more,” he groans, eyes lidded as he keeps his face close to yours.
“No, Bokuto, not here,” you whisper, “not now.”
He goes to say something else, his hands moving to his practice shorts as he hooks his thumb in the hem of them, but is cut off by Hinata shouting for him. “Bokuto-san! [Y/N]! Break’s over!”
“Fuck,” Bokuto swears, releasing his shorts as he drops your legs. He’s still hesitant, noticeable in how he gently puts on your panties and longfully looks at them as he pushes them up. You end up putting your pants back on yourself, having to pull them on over your shoes, while Bokuto watches, still close. Once fully on, he hugs you close and gives you another kiss, one hand on your back as the other grabs a fistful of your ass. “We’ll continue this later, hm?” He hums, not waiting for your answer before he goes to leave. You may be worried of others knowing, but his goal is to make sure everyone knows he’s getting special care from you.
Hinata seems surprised when Bokuto leaves the women’s restroom, but not too surprised when you’re following after him. Even with wobbly legs, you’re able to act as if everything’s normal as you wave off any concerns, telling him you’re fine. Bokuto seems to hang back a bit, waiting for you to follow him. Hinata also notices this, but just walks back to the gym without mentioning anything. Once you’re walking in front of him, Bokuto follows, his smile never leaving his face.
By the time the next whistle blows, signaling it’s dinner time and the boys need to go wash up, your legs have stopped their wobbliness. Bokuto made sure to ask for lots of water and an extra towel, making sure you had to walk in front of everyone and he made sure to smile your way every time you did so, chest puffed with pride. Your worries were probably useless, knowing he’d have bragged about it if anyone asked him questions. Even when you got your stuff and had to bend over, grabbing the bucket of water bottles, Bokuto couldn’t help but pat your ass as he walked by. Bearing with it, you pretended like nothing happened when you went to leave, managing to keep a calm facade. Not only had you made sure you wouldn’t have your back facing them when you bent down, but you were out of the way, so Bokuto deliberately went to you just to grope you. It’s nothing you shouldn’t expect, but it’s still embarrassing and very much out of your comfort zone.
Bokuto doesn’t call for you that night, as you spend your time before bed in Aran’s room. He’s been one of the few to not ask for favors as much, but you felt he needed something after a stressful day of dealing with a whining Atsumu. Not only do you spend time with Aran, who happens to be respectful of your comfort levels, but you also get to be occupied when Bokuto goes looking to ‘continue’ what he started that afternoon. Bokuto also is one of the more well-endowed members of the team, but Aran is right up there with him. After slurping up any extra cum from his cock, you give his tip a kiss as he thanks you.
“Whenever you need me,” you chirp, waving goodbye with a smile. You sigh heavily once leaving the room, but find yourself holding your breath as you pass by Bokuto’s room. The sound of snoring calms your nerves, seeing he couldn’t wait for you to be done. Tooting your own horn, you gave Aran’s one of the best blowjobs you could give as long as it drew it out as long as you could. With a brisk and silent walk into your room, you finally felt yourself fully relax once you were inside. Exhausted from the day, you simply undressed and put on a large t-shirt, deciding to shower in the morning when you weren’t as tired.
As you took too long to finish up with Aran, Bokuto ended up falling asleep while waiting for the moans and obscene noises to cease from the room. The rooms weren’t soundproof, which taught him that Sakusa was a heavy sleeper since he didn’t hear the bed creaking that one night, but that means he could hear Aran’s low moans as you went down on him in the next room. Bokuto found himself getting turned on from the noises, his mind running laps as he imagined what you could possibly be doing to get Aran to let loose with his moans, but after a quick handjob to the noises, he felt exhausted to wait anymore. However, that was before most people were asleep, right after dinner. Too early for him, usually, so he ends up waking up to a dark room and quick check on his phone shows it’s only a little past midnight, making him groan.
He can’t stop thinking about the noises, though. Just a wet dream of you servicing his cock and making him sound like that had his cock springing up once again, another groan as he accidentally rubbed it against the mattress when he rolled over. It may be late, but surely you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get another taste. If you’re up, he’ll have to ask you for some lip service instead, but his hopes are dashed when he sees your light is off. Hoping it’s just the light, he goes to open your door and is surprised to find it unlocked, seeing as you usually lock it when you go to bed. Opening the door, sure enough, you’re asleep, not even under the covers as you sleep so peacefully.
Still as vulnerable and helpless as ever, he can’t help but grin as he shuts the door, eager to take advantage. You don’t even move as he kneels on your bed, crawling over your body as you stay still. A couple of noises leave your lips as he finds his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs and ass, testing your tolerance. He gets a movement, you putting your face into the pillow a bit more as you push your weight to the other side. Finding himself to be lucky, he slides two fingers underneath the panties, pushing them into your cunt as he’s surprised to find you’re quite wet. Thinking you might be having a dream of him as he’s had one of you, his cock twitches as he pulls off your panties. He doesn’t want to rip them off, hoping he can pull them back up you after he’s filled you up, so he’s gentle as he tugs them down your legs.
Even when he pulls your ass into the air by your waist, you don’t wake up. Your legs aren’t very good at keeping you up, but he manages to line his cock with your entrance, using his own body to keep yours stable. Without you squirming or screaming, he finds it a bit lackluster when he bottoms out easily. You don’t struggle against him, your walls parting easily for his cock. Leaning over you, he grabs fistfuls of your breasts, pushing your loose shirt all the way up as he starts a slow pace. He may have wanted you asleep, but he misses the fire you have when you’re awake.
A deep groan in your ear as he feels you squeeze his cock, sucking him back in as he rocks himself out of you. A more harsh thrust has you gasping, fingers grasping at the pillow beneath them and a moan spilling from your lips. Soon after, your eyes are fluttering open as you try to understand what’s going on. The thrusts in and out of your cunt have you going on alert, wide eyes searching behind you to find Bokuto, smiling down at you. “Nice of you to wake up,”
“Bok— Bokuto?” You sleepily reply, brain processing everything. Each drag of his cock in your walls had you clenching around him and a moan escaping your throat. “What are you doing?”
“I missed you after you spent some time with Aran. It sounded like so much fun, I had a dream about you so I came to see you. You sounded like you were enjoying it, so I didn’t see a reason to stop.” He can feel you squeezing him more, your body rigid as you squirm under him, it’s much better than just fucking your limp body. It’s like you’re trying to push him out as if your cunt wasn’t sucking him in before your eyes opened. “Just gotta let me fill you up, okay?”
“No, no, stop!” You shake off the sleepiness, trying to squirm away but he just pushes your head into the pillows, using his other hand to keep your hips still. With your mouth against the pillows, you can’t tell him to stop and you can’t even try to get him to take his cock out of you, so you just have to lay there and take it as your nails dig into his arm and wrist.
“Feel so fucking good,” he groans picking up his pace as he slaps his hips against your ass. “All mine,” he mumbles, barely audible over his mixture of moans and groans. He doesn’t bother trying to keep quiet, even making sure the bed frame hits the wall with each harsh thrust. Screwing your eyes shut, you try to block everything out until you hear the door creak open. Bokuto, however, never ceases in his pace.
“Bokuto-san? Wha— Why are you in here?” Hinata’s voice whispers. It’s loud enough for you both to hear it, even over the squelching noises. “I didn’t—”
“Fucking our cute manager, what else?” Bokuto replies, cocky as ever. It’s like he’s showing off a prize, a special treat he got. Squirming some more, hoping maybe Hinata will see your dilemma, you manage to free your face from the fabric and look towards Hinata. There’s a blush coating his cheeks as his eyes are trained on where Bokuto’s hips are slamming into you, mesmerized by the way your cunt accepts his cock. When his eyes move to you, he just stares at you, probably noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Pretty, ain’t she?”
“Help,” you whisper, hoping Hinata can see your lips. “Hinata, please,” you manage to get out, although your voice is hoarse. He doesn’t really move, but you try to move your hand to reach out to him, but Bokuto seems to sense what you’re about to do. Using his hand to lift up your head, your throat is strained so you can hardly say anything and your hands fly to his arm, digging your nails into them.
“I see you looking, Hinata,” Bokuto says, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue to keep your voice muffled as you try to scream. “It’s a good scene, isn’t it?”
“N-No, I-” he stutters, but then you manage to watch as his hand moves to his sleeping shorts, covering his growing erection. Knowing he’s getting turned on by Bokuto fucking you, your hopes of help are dashed. Does he know you don’t want this? He should, Hinata knows you better than most — you would’ve told him about the decision to sleep around rather than just give blowjobs.
“Enjoying the show a bit? Lock the door and I’ll let you get a closer look,” Bokuto then says, a predatory grin on his face as he stares at Hinata. There’s a beat and a small swell of hope, but then Hinata’s moving to lock the door. The resounding click feels like it echoes in the room, then you notice Bokuto’s thrusts have slowed down until they’re hardly noticeable. He’s then pulling out of you, flipping you over so your back is to the mattress and crooking his finger to bring Hinata closer. You think he’s gonna have Hinata enter you as well, but instead he just tells him to sit back and watch.
Bokuto swiftly pushes back into you, hand covering your mouth as you scream. “God, I missed that. You’re so compliant when you’re asleep,” he groans, grinning when tears form in your eyes again and your nails dig into his arm once more. You can hardly do any damage, his body rock hard as he keeps you pinned down as his hips slam against yours. It’s powerful, heard each time and the sloppy wet noises of your slick coating his cock with each thrust make your stomach churn.
Hinata watches, eyes hardly leaving your form as he drinks up each movement. Bokuto makes sure to adjust your leg, pushing it to your shoulder so Hinata has more room to look. You can’t bear to look at Hinata, feeling sick when you watch him pull down his shorts, freeing his hard cock as he jacks himself off. He’s getting off of the way your cunt eagerly accepts Bokuto’s cock, especially the sticky wetness that coats the shaft each time he pulls out. Each thrust Bokuto gives to you, Hinata’s matching the pace with his hand and squeezing down on his cock each time Bokuto groans, swearing.
When Bokuto takes his thumb and starts rubbing against your clit, your legs tighten as your back arches, your mouth free as you freely let out a mixture of a groan and a mewl, elbows digging into the mattress as you do. A dark chuckle from Bokuto brings you down from the temporary high. “So much fight, yet easily giving up in the end,” he says, flicking your little bud with his thumb so you can’t properly reply. Soon enough, your walls are constructing around his cock as you grit your teeth, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, legs shaking as you orgasm.
Bokuto groans, sighing as he pulls his cock out of your cunt, making sure to show Hinata the sheen on it, all of your cum. It’s short-lived, as Bokuto’s pushing back into you and chasing his own end now. You don’t get the small pleasure of being uncaged, feeling Bokuto’s weight on you before you can process anything and his relentless harsh pace begins again, low moans in your ear as he keeps your legs bent and up towards your torso. His heavy balls slap against your ass as he coats your pussy and ass in your own slick, you feeling the fluid dripping down your ass. Before Bokuto finishes, you hear Hinata let out a moan, a strangled moan, as if he’s holding back, but then Bokuto’s pumping you full of his cum as he fists the sheets under him. A few lazy thrusts and then he’s pulling out, watching his cum ooze from your stretched cunt.
Bokuto then spreads your legs, signaling Hinata closer as he continues to fist his cock. He looks like he’s about to explode, but he gets closer to you as his hand slows. Bokuto brings him a little closer, guiding his cock against your sloppy pussy and patting it against you, the final touch before Hinata’s cum is splashing against your stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt. All you do is gasp, dipping some fingers into the gunk as Hinata finishes, with the help of Bokuto using his own cum as lube.
“It— It looked so good, I’m sorry,” Hinata pants out, trying to clean the excess cum off his cock. Bokuto seems to be obsessed with pushing his own cum back into you as you just lay back, unsure of what to do. “Can I.. Can I have a taste?”
“Wait, no,” you try to stop him, but Bokuto’s encouraging him, moving behind you as he keeps your legs spread for Hinata. Hinata, like Bokuto had earlier in the day, gets on his knees before your dripping pussy and laps up the cum oozing from it. You’re biting on your lip, hands finding themselves on Bokuto’s arms as you twitch. Still sensitive, you can only sit there as Hinata cleans you up with his tongue.
Seemingly not minding the taste, he hums in satisfaction as he licks and slurps up the creamy liquid, licking his lips even. With a pat on your thighs, Bokuto tells Hinata to put his hands against them and he does, leaving Bokuto’s hands free. He decides to play with your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers pulling them, getting your back arching. Hinata may not seem as strong as Bokuto, but he keeps a firm grip on your thighs and keeps your legs from closing. Once he’s slurped up most of the cum, he pushes his face all the way into your pussy, tongue flicking in and out of your cunt and as whine, squirming again at the feeling.
Bokuto coats two of his fingers in his own spit, rubbing the saliva against your nipple before playing with it again. His other hand moves down to rub at your clit, getting you clenching around Hinata’s tongue before he goes back to slurping and gentle sucks. With Bokuto rubbing your clit, Hinata finds his lips trailing lower to focus on your cunt, until his tongue grazes over your ass. Jolting with a yelp, you attempt to move away. “Oh, seems like she enjoyed that. Do it again, Hinata.” Hinata does exactly that, tongue tracing around your puckered hole as you whine and squirm.
“Wait, no, not there, please,” you beg, getting Hinata to hesitate. Unlike Bokuto, who would continue regardless. A short hesitance, then Hinata’s back to tracing his tongue around and over. He never pushes it in, thankfully, but his nose does tend to nudge your cunt as he moves his tongue and lips around your other entrance. That, combined with Bokuto’s onslaught on your nipple and clit, has you trying to close your legs as you twitch, a groan as your juices splash against Hinata’s face, combined with some of Bokuto’s cum. He doesn’t seem to mind, lapping it all up and cleaning it off the rest of his face. When Hinata stands up, he turns pink when he sees how hard he is, hand grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps. You think he’s gonna just coat your inner thighs in his cum, but Bokuto has other plans.
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you gave her a little creampie, would she?” He hums, hand grasping your chin a bit harshly. “I’ll even tell you her sweet spots, what do you think?”
When Hinata furiously nods his head, letting Bokuto guide his cock into your cunt, you whine from the sensitivity and from annoyance. Hinata keeps his hands firmly on your thighs as he thrusts into you, making sure to drag his cock against your walls, while Bokuto brings your hand to his cock, eager to have you servicing him somehow. When tears stream down your cheeks, Bokuto simply wipes them away with his finger, but Hinata leans closer to lick them away, his tongue sticky from your cum coating it.
“Hinata, stop,” you whine, trying one last time. This time, Bokuto doesn’t interfere, but it’s still useless.
“I always expected to take your virginity, you know? I was your friend first,” he rambled off, never looking away from how you sucked in his cock. “I like you, a lot, so I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, okay?”
Whining doesn’t deter either of them and squirming just means they hold you down tighter, rendering you completely helpless against them.
Nanami getting jealous bcs his bimbo gf was flirting with gojo at a party so he ties her up and puts a vibrator on her 😱⁉️
Word count: 2.3k
Content warning: mild dumbification, slight dacryphilia, bondage, Reader is intoxicated, a lil bit of neglect, edging, like 1 pussy slap, nanami is very mean but he gets soft at the end lmk what I missed 💀
Nanami despised social gatherings. Especially after being dragged to one hosted by Gojo, of all people, by his beloved girlfriend. Now, you were kind of… To put it another way, you were dimwitted. Always needing assistance with the simplest tasks, and never really paying attention to your surroundings or your own actions. You basically had no thoughts in your pretty little head.
That's why Nanami had lost all self-control when you were subconsciously flirting with Gojo, thinking you were "just being nice" by batting your pretty lashes up at him, with your whorish short, tight pretty pink dress, pushing your tits up, up to the point of spilling out, while you were giggling at almost anything that idiot had said, and touching him at any opportunity you got.
Nanami glared at you and Gojo from across the room as he got up from the couch, which was full of annoying people laughing, talking, and drinking. Through the blaring music and flashing colorful lights, He finally got to you after pushing past all the people who were grinding on each other and making out in the middle of the room.
He grabbed your arm from behind you and turned you around to face him, his eyes cold, but you didn't seem to notice. In your drunken state, you throw your hands around his neck, happy to see your boyfriend.
“N-nami! *hic* "I didn't notice you t-there!.." You're hiccuping through your giggles because you've had far too much to drink, rolling his eyes at your antics, he turned to gojo. If looks could kill, gojo would have died a long time ago.
He could only mutter out "We'll be leaving now." He knew if he stayed another second, all hell would break loose. "B-but we just… *hic* got here!" you protested, slurring your words. Despite the fact that you had been there for hours and it was past one a.m.
Gojo could only smirk at the scene in front of him, deciding to piss Nanami off even further, he grabbed your other hand, making both of you stop dead in your tracks. “What’s the rush?” He teased, he knew he was playing a dangerous game by messing with you. It didn't help that you were agreeing with him too. That didn't seem to affect Nanami though, as he only continued to drag you out of the house. Once you had made it outside, the cold night air of summer had hit you, making you shiver as you took in a deep breath of fresh air, Nanami had helped you into the car.
Sitting down, you opened your mouth to whine, as he started the car, "Namiii... you're so meannnn..." Before you could say another word, you felt your mouth get roughly grabbed, Nanami’s colder, and much larger hands hold your pretty face tightly, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he lowly growled “I don't want to hear another word coming out of your whore mouth for the rest of this ride, before I show you how mean I can get.” He released your face from his mean grip, the whole ride was silent afterwards, you didn't dare say another word.
Finally arriving at the familiar gates of your house, Nanami had gotten out first, going to open your door to “help you” since you were still a bit sluggish from all the alcohol. He opened your door, before grabbing your hand to pull you up roughly, as you gasped in surprise. He slammed the door shut behind you loudly, as you stepped out. It was hard for you to walk in a straight line, considering you were wearing 6 inch heels, while completely intoxicated. You had managed to make it to the front door without tripping or falling, as Nanami opened the door, and you stepped in, taking your shoes off whilst taking in a deep sigh, finally feeling at ease.
That feeling did not last long though, having Nanami slam your front door shut, as he grabbed you, dragging you up the stairs and into your shared room. He roughly threw you on the bed, pouncing on you. He practically ripped your clothes off, Tearing your expensive dress right down the middle, with no remorse, only to see you weren't even wearing a bra, just a skimpy, pink lace thong.
"I knew you were such a fucking slut, but really?" he said with a disbelieving laugh. “No bra, either? Did you think Gojo would fuck you as well? Is that why you spent the entire night whoring yourself out to him? "Did you want him to fuck you like a stupid slut and bend you over like this?" He ripped your panties off, before slapping your pussy meanly.
Your let out a whine from his words, “M’ not a stupid slut… I don’t want Gojo to fuck me… ” your eyes got glassy at his words, tears welling up in your eyes, about to spill out. Fuck, you had looked so hot, your makeup was starting to run down your face because of your tears, and you were looking up at him with those big, doe eyes, he wanted to completely wreck you at that moment.
“Don't give me that shit, you had been flirting with that idiot all night, I saw the way you were throwing yourself on him, and how you looked while you were talking to him” he had a scowl on his face, even thinking about how Gojo was looking at you made him furious.
He stood up and walked over to your nightstand, where he opened the bottom drawer that contained all of your toys. He took the rope and a vibrator as he prepared to bind you, wanting to have you crying until the sun came up. Your cries and protests went unheard, and he began to bind your wrists to the headboard. He moved down your feet after finishing tying intricate knots on your small wrists. You tried to kick him, but he slapped your thigh hard, forcing you to stop as he roughly grabbed your ankles, pulling them apart and tying the same knots as he did your wrists.
"You do realize you shouldn't try to avoid your punishment, right?" Or maybe not, because you're a stupid slut who only thinks with her pussy and not her head?" You were sobbing even harder at his cruel words as you continued to babble out nonsense, trying to deny his cruel words.
As you struggled against him, he finished tying the last knot, but it was pointless because the rope was burning your wrists from how tight he had tied it. He looked at you with an amused glint in his eyes as you whined in frustration. As he lifted the vibrator he'd been holding while tying you up, your expression dropped even more.
With the controller in his hand, he turned it on and set it to the highest setting, then carefully spread your folds open and placed it on top of your pretty clit. The intense vibrations on your sensitive nerves caused your entire body to jerk as you thrashed around. Nanami's face had a hint of a smile on it as he watched you fight your restraints and the overwhelming pleasure.
Nanami became even more turned on, as he sat down in front of the bed, staring at you intently as your hips stuttered upwards. you could feel your orgasm building up and approaching quickly as your thighs stiffened and your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure, but it was ripped away from you just as you were about to crash down from your high, as you sobbed in despair. Nanami's hard dick is straining against his jeans in just the right way to cause just the right amount of discomfort. He immediately turned off the vibrator when you were on the verge of your high.
While Nanami stood there watching you cry over your ruined orgasm, he turned it back on, and you choked on your sob in shock. At this point, he was only interested in torturing you for his own amusement, and he took pride in it. He knows Gojo can't fuck you as well as he can, that he can't make you cry the same way he does, or that you can't beg him to fuck him the same way he can.
You started babbling out apologies in the hopes of persuading Nanami to stop hhis relentless torture on you. "N-nami- p-please- m'sorry m'not gonna talk to G-gojo again.." He only stood there and watched; he wasn't about to let you off the hook so easily. You had to prove you were truly sorry. If you wanted it so badly you knew you had to show it through your actions, even if it meant having ten ruined orgasms the entire night.
He intended for you to beg even more. He took out his phone from his back pocket and opened it, acting unconcerned about the fact that he had you tied to your bed with a vibrator strapped to you as he scrolled aimlessly through it. You began to cry even louder, writhing for his attention; it was the least he could do!
The vibrations were going straight to your brain, and you couldn't think because of how good you felt. As you felt yourself approaching the edge again, you sobbed uncontrollably, "M'going to cum...!" Nanami took this as a cue to turn off the vibrations for the second time, leaving you hanging for the second time as he didn't even look up from his phone.
You'd felt completely humiliated. You were helpless, tied up, and unable to attract Nanami's attention. Everything you tried to end the torture was futile; your pulling and kicks didn't budge the rope, and squirming your way out of the vibrator attached to you didn't work either.
You had no other options then to just lay there and take it.
His torturous punishment dragged on for what seemed like hours. He'd already come close to edging you six times. With the cursed vibrator still whirring, your pussy was raw and almost numb. The bedsheets beneath you were completely covered with drool from your went cunt. At this point, you were on the verge of passing out. Your body lay limp on the bed, your eyes rolled back into your skull.
Nanami had finally taken mercy on you, deciding that he couldn't keep abusing your poor cunt any longer, especially since you had taken everything he'd done so well. He finally stood up and walked over to you, crawling between your legs to gently lift the vibrator off your pulsing, aching clit. You let out a whine, too used to the constant stimulation of your sensitive nerves.
Nanami began to undo the harsh grip of the rope on your sore wrists, shushing you. Finally feeling free, you raised your arms and reached for Nanami, wanting to be held after the torture you had undergone from him.
"You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, you did so well taking this," Softly kissing your aching ankles . Finally, you'll be free of the bruising, rough rope. Before making his way between your thighs, he traced the rope's mark with his thumb. You whined as he pressed a sweet, soft kiss into your inner thighs. Was it really that bad if you were a little selfish after being so patient the entire time, waiting for your sweet relief?
You grabbed his soft blonde hair and drew his head into your cunt. He softly kissed your clit before licking a stripe up your cunt. He wanted to savor your taste in his mouth, but you were only going to be cumming on his cock tonight, and only his cock.
He sat up and unbuckled his belt, releasing his hard dick from his shackles. He had felt so relieved, his pants had become so tight that he was almost in pain. His leaking tip had a ring of precum on it, with his usually soft pink tip now a shade of angry red.
You were laying on your back, as he towered over you. He pushed himself into your still sensitive cunt, causing you to twitch as you were finally filled after only being stimulated for so long.As you moaned in pleasure, you could feel his tip almost kissing your cervix as he pushed himself in so deep. After allowing you to adjust to his size, he picked up your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he began to thrust, starting off slowly, progressively getting faster and harder.
You started creaming around him, your pussy was so wet and you were too stupid to realize what you were doing to him. He could only look at how your tight cunt took him so well every time he pushed in, and how your pretty juices formed a pretty halo around the base of his dick.
All of the sensations made you feel overwhelmed, and you felt your orgasm hit you like a train, snapping the knot in your stomach hard. You stopped breathing as Nanami pushed harder into you, tensing your thighs around him. You tried to yell out a warning but it was already too late. You had shocked yourself by squirting everywhere, your juices covering Nanami's shirt and soaking his pants. Your ruined oragsms had all come back to you at once.
Nanami could only chuckle softly before continuing to chase after his own high, eventually cumming deep inside you and filling you up with a few more thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms before collapsing on the bed together.
After falling asleep, Nanami's phone buzzed silently; it was Gojo, who had reacted to a video Nanami had sent him, which showed you tied up on the bed, begging Nanami to fuck you.
im kinda in a giyuu kick rn and i’ve chosen to take it out on ur ask box. just thinking back to giyuu with a size kink, but what if, WHAT IF- giyuu had a size kink sprinkled with a dash of dacryphilia. don’t get me wrong, in any other situation his heart shatters to see you crying, but there’s something so erotic about how his cock stretches you so well that you can’t help but cry from the mixture of pain and pleasure it’s giving you. that first stretch when he bottoms out never fails to make you tear up as he toys with your throbbing clit, cooing at you over how well you’re taking it.
he could listen to those sobs of pleasure all night while he ruts into you, kissing your tear-stained cheeks as he tells u how good u feel. gives you an orgasm so good that you’re still crying afterwards, so kissing away your tears and holding you as you come down is his favorite part of aftercare </3
okay i gotta dip before i write an entire essay on this shit gn 💀
ANAOANSNSISJS ANON IM SLAPPING THE FUCKIN T A B L E
Your brain, SO BIG BECAUSE ITS CANON AND YOU’RE SAYING IT. OMFG
Maki takes you on a dream date to the fair, feeds you cotton candy, kisses you in the Ferris wheel, wins you a cute hello kitty plushie at the coconut stand……
And then she makes you cry and sob and squeeze the plushie while she’s eating you out loudly later that night; slurping and laughing and making you cuddle the toy harder as she flicks your clit with her pointed tongue and bullies her fingers against your silky soft spot, folding your knees to your chest and groaning with pleasure when you cum creamy and syrupy all over her chin<333
read daddy mina and now im thinking abt daddy maki :((( want her to fuck me so good i cry and go stupid and all i can say is daddy and try to grab her but my heads so fuzzy i can’t think and i keep losing my grip and she teases me for it :(((((
I got another ask similar to this so I put the two together:))
daddy maki:(( loves her lil dumb baby:(( so stupid on her cock nd she's only just started fucking you. Fat nd ribbed but if she presses a button near the base? The whole thing starts vibrating and you positively howl, body slumping into the bed and hands reaching out in front of you, gripping the headboard as if somehow that'll make you feel like she's not about to fuck you mind blank:((
"Thought you wanted me to fuck you dumb baby girl? That's what you said wasn't it?" she puts on a mockery of you sobby,weepy voice, "'daddy, want it! wanna be dumb on your cock!' you've been so good honey, let daddy give you what you want,"
nd she laces her hand with one of yours over the edge of the headboard, breasts pressed against your back nd the new position lets the dildo slip deeper, downwards, rippling vibrations hitting your sweet spot perfectly. nd she curls her hips, fucking - humps into you like a rabid dog because that's the best way to make you stupid; to hardly leave your drippy cunt nd turn the vibrator up all the way, leaving you no room for any thought other than -,
"Daddy! Daddy please! So good!" you slur your words, you can hardly see, pussy flooding her cock nd weeping on to the sheets, clit pulsing nd belly tensing with every harsh thrust. her hips slap into yours, lewd and sticky, spend webbing between the two of you and you can fucking feel the bulge of her bicep beside your head, hand reaching back to grab at it nd hold on as if it’s the only thing keeping you sane, lips tracing the meat of your shoulder as you wail, "Daddy! M'gonna - daddy!"
"That's right, that's my good girl, fucking - so fucking dumb for daddy aren't you? Hardly a fucking thought in that head of yours, only daddy and her fat fucking cock, so fucking stupid - g’on then, cum for me, cum around my cock baby girl, that’s it,” ad she fucking laughs when you cum so hard your entire body shakes and jitters, cunt squeezing so hard it forces her out but god - maki just grabs her cock and slaps it against your needy little clit, wet smacks echoing through the room nd it makes you burst into stupid angry tears,
“No! Want - daddy put it back! Want - it want you - don’t stop!”
“Awh, princess - you’re so needy for daddy aren’t you? Only want my cock? Wanna cum again? Make an even bigger fucking mess for daddy?” she flips you on to your back, shoving your legs over her shoulders and smoothing her cock against your pussy, still visibly fluttering from your orgasm. She’s so obsessed with the way your eyes cross and your mouth hangs open, breasts jiggling when she slams into you and ups the intensity of the vibrations, “That’s my good girl, want you always like this - a fuckin dumb little cockslut for me, only mine, the perfect dumb toy for daddy to fuck whenever she wants,”
Issei:(((( wipes your tears and presses little kisses to your wobbling lips when you try nd take his cock all the way, tryna sink down his fat heavy length and getting all teary and blubbery cause s’feels so good:(( cooing at you trying so hard and managing so well on your own, big veiny hand on your hip to guide you and thighs flexing hard to try not buck up into you, make you cry more, make you sob and whine harder:(( and then, days later when he’s stood next to you in line at the market, he innocently presses his hand to the same spot on your hip and kisses the stray tear leaking down your cheek at the memory:(((
