When he's a golden retriever in public but anything but that in bed
He's always had a personality in the public of oh he's too sweet and charming, the golden retriever, cutie who helps old ladies cross the street, the one who crams his girlfriend's family members names and birthdays, the one who carries all your shopping bags and never let's you lift a finger, who takes you out on dates to celebrate any achievement, who drives you everywhere. He's the perfect text book golden retriever boyfriend in public but in private it's a whole different story
When he has you face down in the bed sheets crying from over stimulation as he plows back and forth into you whilst you're shaking and barely staying up on your knees if not for his hands keeping you on your knees and arching your back perfectly so he can fuck your cunt just how he wants.
"S'too much" you slur out whilst squeeze the sheets beneath you to get a sense of stability "sorry love it's just that you look so good today─ and everyone kept looking at you and nngh fuck" he rasps when you squeeze around his swollen cock, the compliments going from your head all the way to your cunt.
Nobody would think that it's your boyfriend who couldn't hurt a fly that has his hand squeezing the fat of your hips and fucking up into your ass and rearranging your guts.
"S─shit right t─there" you whine while he pistons into your with his balls slapping against your clit driving you crazy, every thrust sending closer and closer over the edge.
The sheer size of him overwhelming you backed with how many times he's made you cum has tears running down your face and ruining your makeup
"S──so tight, all mine fu─ck... No one else mine mine MINE nghh" he's so fare gone after going about this for hours his cock twitching inside you.
"I'm gonna, I'm c─cum─" you cry into the pillow body shuddering all over, eyes rolling back hips snapping back into his cock, spasming and gushing all over his cock. Finally you felt his cum flowing deep into you fill you up to the brim the frothy mix of both of your releases forming a ring at the bottom of his dick.
Still recovering from the high you notice he hasn't stopped moving in you, his cock is still going at that punishing pace, like he doesn't even realize he's still fucking you and talking to himself in a daze "ah fuck so good baby , too good your pussy feels too aghh"
content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation
ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."
sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.
daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"
oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"
kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.
tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."
kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."
best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."
kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.
one negative aspect of having a professional gamer boyfriend is that on the rare occasion you want to go out to celebrate a fun holiday, he's busy streaming and can't come with you.
most of the time when he doesn't want to go out with you, after enough pleading and begging and doe-eyes, because he's whipped he'll eventually come around and the two of you actually end up having a nice time together. however, on this occasion he is shockingly firm in his notion that he cannot go out to celebrate with you, because he's already scheduled a halloween livestream for his fans.
which is annoying, but you don't worry about it too much because you know there is one tactic that you have yet to try that will undoubtably work and cause him to cancel his stream to spend time with you instead. and that is:
ragebait.
for your 'halloween costume', you didn't even need to buy anything new for it because all it consisted of was a black bra, a black miniskirt (which you cut even shorter), a cat ears headband and a clip-on cat tail, all of which you already own (unsurprisingly). then, you would draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner.
of course, this wasn't your true costume. but merely a decoy costume that you would use to elicit a reaction out of him. your plan was that, once kenma saw that you were going out in something so egregiously revealing, his protective boyfried instincts would kick in and he would insist that he comes with you to the party.
or at least, that's what you thought would happen.
in reality, when you appearing in the doorway on his bedroom, twirling and making all sorts of fuss over your 'amazing' costume, all kenma did was spare you the briefest glance and mutter, "you look nice. have fun tonight."
the doorway wasn't in view of his camera, which is why you felt comfortable doing another twirl, and trying to show off your outfit (or lack thereof) again. "i don't think you got a proper look at it the first time, kenma." you urge. surely if he wasn't freaking out by now, it was probably because he didn't see it right. "c'mon, take another look."
he sighs, and mutes his mic. this time he turns fully towards you, giving you his undivided attention and getting an unobstructed view of your skimpy costume. though, he still didn't seem bothered.
"you're a black cat, that's cute. i like your tail." he points at it, and you can't help but swoosh it around a little. "i hope you have fun tonight. sorry that i couldn't come with you." just as he is about to turn back to his stream, you interject,
"can you at least kiss me goodbye?"
he smiles warmly at you, and nods. "yeah. there's a break coming up in five minutes. i'll meet you at the door."
"okay." you murmur, defeatedly leaving the room and kicking the air as you do so. you can't believe your masterplan didn't work, and that, more importantly, he doesn't seem disturbed at all that you're going out in virtually nothing.
well, you're obviously not really going out in this; even on halloween, you'd just arrested for public indecency. but you can't let him think you were bluffing (even though you were), so you'll probably just sit in your car for a while and watch something on your phone, maybe go to a drive-thru and get a bite to eat. something like that.
dejectedly, you pad to the foyer and put your heels on. and as promised, a couple minutes later kenma joins you. he strolls up to you and pulls you in for long hug, which you reciprocate, even allowing yourself to melt into his embrace slightly. which you immediately regret when you move to give him a kiss and he jerks away.
"huh?" you splutter, staring at him with wide-eyes; a crazed expression like someone who had just been shot. "my goodbye kiss?"
kenma snickers, and nods again. "here." he says. and you're not quite sure what he means, until he gets on his knees in front of you and wraps his hands around your thighs, shuffling closer towards you so his head was right between your legs.
your thighs instinctually press shut and a flustered heat rises to your cheeks in response to his unexpected actions, "what about your stream?"
"paused it. i told them that i needed to give my girlfriend a kiss goodbye. so, let me give you a kiss." his thumbs dig into your thighs, and despite your initial confusion, you soon allow him to part your legs and duck under your skirt, where he's met with a peculiar sight.
"no panties?" he mutters while pressing kisses on the inside of your thigh. "that's risky considering how short your skirt is."
"i just— i forgot to put them on." you splutter, as if that was any more belieable than you choosing not to wear them for aesthetic purposes. regardless, that only makes it easier for his tongue to make contact with your sweet folds.
he licks and sucks at your cunt, lapping at it like a parched man until your entire pussy is glistening with a mix of his saliva and your juices. he pays special attention to your clit, nipping at it to tease you and and fiercely sucking it between his teeth, causing your knees to tremble at his attack on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
he spits on your hole to moisten it , yet it feels so affectionate. he does this repeatedly to prep you, and uses two fingers to push the it inside you, to ensure it fully lubricates you. yet, there's still strings of arousal and spit hanging from your hang and spilling down your thighs.
"ready, kitty?" he asks hoarsely, with his mouth still connected to your cunt, so you feel when his lips creep into a smirk at the silly nickname. "want it?"
"yeah.." you whine, feebly grasping at the edge of your skirt for an inch of solace.
"how bad? tell me how bad you want it, princess." he says, pulling his head back, out from under your skirt so he can glare at you. however, this doesn't work out in his favour, because when he sees you're glossy lip trembling and your angelic eyes gazing down at him innocently, he immediately folds.
"you're lucky you look cute as a cat. i can't make you beg for it when look so sweet." he huffs, diving back under your skirt, only so he can lick one final stripe across your cunt before plunging his tongue into your sopping hole.
you recoil at this forceful action, but he holds you firmly in place. "stay still." he commands, speaking more into your pussy than he was to you. "let me take care of you." your pussy drips around his tongue while he loses himself inside you. thrusting in and out at an erratic pace and curling in all different directions in deperate attempt to locate your gspot.
his hands caress the back of your thighs while his tongue slams into your cunt over and over, with such force that it almost splashes back in his face. "so tight.." he groans, the vibrations tickling your clit just right and ripping a shriek-like moan from you that echoed through the whole foyer. his tongue wormed around your insides, while his lips still worked on slurped up your excess and stimulating the rest of your pussy. "mpph, fuck, you taste like heaven, kitten."
you're unsure how long this went on for, but by the end of it, the coil in your stomach had been wound so tight by kenma's unabating and expert tongue abusing your gspot and his lips destroying your clit, that you were sent into the most mind-numbingly intense orgasm. your walls were spasming and your moans were so loud that they wrapped back around and bacame largely silent. and you're knees buckled under you, and kenma had to grip your waist and slowly lower you down.
"shit.." you curse, laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling as you struggle to catch your breath.
"hope you're satisfied with your goodbye kiss." kenma smirks, finally getting up from knees and heading back to his room where he was streaming, but not before giving you a peck on the cheek first.
you didn't even have the energy to leave the house after that. which upon greater consideration, you realise may have been apart of kenma's plan all along. hmph.
TSUKISHIMA 🕸 x pirate
wrapped up in your fitted corset and pirate costume, you're stood in front of the mirror, adding the finishing touches to your makeup before you're ready to head out.
just as you're adding a final dash of blood to the fake wound on your face, you can feel his unwell presense as he enters your room, without even looking away from the mirror. partially due to the frequent sniffling. although, before he fully comes in, he lingers in the doorway for a moment, crossing his arms as he gives your costume a once-over. "a pirate?" he scoffs.
"yup." you hum, refusing to pay him any attention and staying concentrated on completing your sfx makeup.
and despite noticing your deliberate attempts at ignoring him, he contiues, "not historically accurate at all." he scowls, eyes glued to your body. but that was perhaps in part due to the fact you were wearing a flowy white blouse that barely covered your ass, ripped tights and a cinched corset. of course you had other accessories too like a prop sword and a hat, but the bodice alone was enough to elicit complaints from your boyfriend. "why would swashbucklers wear corsets and heeled boots?"
very opinionated for a man burdened with the flu. you could tell he was just trying to get a reaction out of you, and your suspicion is only confirmed when you turn around and see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. hence, you sigh and collect your stuff, preparing to leave for the party, "thanks, tsukki. i'll keep that in mind for next years costume." that amount of sarcasm was enough to amuse even tsukishima.
"hey. i just don't want you to go to that party, and everyone starts making fun of you for having a historically inaccurate costume." he places his hand on the side of your head and lovingly strokes your head with his thumb, "you don't deserve that." there was a shocking amount of sincerity in his voice for a man who was clearly joking. but for some reason this display of pity had you inwardly swooning and melting into his stupid, illness-infected hand.
"thank you, kei. but i think i'm willing to take that risk."
"suit yourself." he shrugs, shifting his hand behind your head and pushing it so he can pull you in for a hug. as you wrap your arms around each other, he says in a nasal tone, "have a good time tonight. sorry i can't come with you." then, you feel his spare hand snake down your back, until it's resting on the curve of your thigh, at the very edge of your blouse. "i'll be here when you get home."
at first you think it's sweet that you're usually standoffish boyfriend is being so affectionate. that is, until you think the hug is over but he pulls you in again. okay, maybe he just wants it extra long because you're going to be out all night, that's fair. but then after an additional thirty seconds, you try to pull away again and he just squeezes you even tighter.
that's when you realise. "you don't want me to go, do you?"
"why is your dress so short?"
"oh my god, kei!" you groan, yanking yourself away from his crossing your arms over your chest, affronted. "stop being so overbearing. you're not my parent!"
"fine. go to your stupid party." he grumbles, looking away awkwardly, "don't yell at me. i'm sick, remember?" he fake coughs twice.
such a drama queen, how do you put up with him? you ask yourself. "okay. thanks. goodbye, tsukishima." you sigh, collecting your stuff and heading towards the door. until, he interrupts one last time by calling out after you:
"wait. at least let me give you something before you go."
famous last words. now, he had you bend over the bed, with your dress hiked up and your panties pushed to side while you rammed into you from behind. his fat cock splitting your cunt open repeatedly, while your face was half-pressed into the sheets, surely smudging your makeup in the process, but were far too lost to care.
you're hole quivered around his length and you're knuckles were painted white with how hard you gripped the duvet beneath you. it was frightening how much stamina he had for someone who has been virtually bed-ridden with illness all day. it's like he managed to shake all the unwellness off himself in an instant, and is now back to drilling into you at his typical furious pace.
your walls squelched at each thrust, and your juices leaked out of your pussy, which he used as lubricant as he rubs his fingers over your clit. "oh, fuck, kei.." you groan, legs tensing as the wet friction causes electric jolts through your core. and despite this stimulation, his fierce drilling into your tight cunt never ceased for even a moment. he's adamant on keeping you stuffed. "mmph— ts— tsukki!"
"can't dress like slut and expect me not to fuck you like one." he grits, keeping an iron grip on your waist while letting his other hand freely roam your back. it would wander up and give you teasing tugs on your hair, forcing you to look up at the wall in front of you. then it would retreat downwards to grab and squeeze at fistfuls of your ass, like he owns it. "you think just cos i'm sick that i'm not gonna fill you up? please." his point is underscored by the sniff he does halfway through, due to his blocked nose.
due to his hips constantly slamming down against yours and his dick fighting against the restrictions of your tight hole, it wasn't long before he lost himself in your heat and finished inside you — no rubber so his seed was left to conjest your walls and paint your cervix.
audibly breathless, he pulls out, and you can feel the mix of liquids he left behind him drool out of your cunt. though he hastily sorts that out by fixing your panties and adjusting the fabric so it's snug against your pussy again. pleased with his work, he gives you a quick pat before collapsing down next you on the bed. you've never seen him so worn out after sex before, but you figure it's expected considering he's poorly today.
"have fun on your night out, sweetie." he snickers. if it wasn't made clear he was being condescending by your shivering, fucked-out figure on the bed, that is in no state to be going out clubbing. then, the fact he called you 'sweetie' is a dead giveaway — he typically only calls you petnames when he's being patronising.
"and sorry for messing up your makeup. but considering your costume, you'll be glad i gave you something to keep warm."
BOKUTO 🕸 x fluffy bunny
his strong arms snake around your waist as soon as you pause for one second, just to touch up your mascara in the mirror. you try to pay him little attention, as you're already in a rush, but that becomes difficult when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and you can feel him grin against you.
"aren't you just the cutest little bunny ever?" he laughs, hugging you from behind, so close that you can feel his muscled chest against your back and it's a little distracting. he continues to press open-mouthed kisses onto your neck, and for a moment you wonder whether he's already drunk from the pregame, or if he's being his normal lovey-dovey sickeningly-sweet self.
"thank you, kou. but we need to hurry." after placing your mascara back in your purse, you march straight towards the door. however, bokuto doesn't let go of your waist for some reason and ends up stumbling along behind you. "we're already running late."
bokuto finally drops the hug, but only so he can stand up and admire the sight of your ass almost peeking out of your short dress while you're bent over, scrambling to put your shoes on. he's especially excited by your fuzzy little pompom tail that was sewn onto the dress, just under the small of your back. in fact, you're whole outfit was just so cute, he could hardly bear it. those floppy rabbit ears, the sparkly makeup that makes your face glow, even the fluffy bracelets you wore.
naturally, he couldn't help but give in to his lesser urges, and reach forward to squeeze your pompom tail. it was only sewn onto your clothes so you didn't even notice, until his other hand followed suit and grabbed a fistful of your ass.
which automatically caused you perk up and gasp, "kou!" you stand up straight and instantly whip around to face him, only to be met with a his wobbly smile and prominent redish flush. yeah, he's definitely tipsy.
"c'mon! look at that tail! it's too adorable not to grab." he chuckles, making the motion with one hand, while the other trails down your leg, kneeding your thigh. "such a sweet bunny. can't believe you're all mine."
his head flops onto your shoulder but you're quick to push it upright again, so he can look you in the eyes as you declare, "thanks. but there's no time. we're already super late, bokuto, so we need to hurry. do you understand me?"
"ughh." he tosses his head back dramatically and groans, "why do you we need to go? why can't we stay home and so i can fuck my little bunny's brains out all night?" he pouts, glossy-eyed and seeming genuinely disheartened.
"do you not want to go?"
"no." he states firmly, shaking his head, and almost losing balance in the process. "i want to spend tonight with you, baby. hang and fuck like rabbits— hah, get it?"
"i do." you grimace, quickly pivoting, "but you promised kuroo that you would go to his costume dinner and you said you've been looking forward to th—"
"fuck kuroo and his costume dinner!" he yells definitively, before pulling you in my the cheeks for a dramatic yet sloppy kiss. at first you're astounded and try to say something, but then you realise there's no point in arguing with him since he seems to have made up his mind. all you can do now is enjoy your night.
your lips crash against each other, and you can feel his erection as he flagrantly grinds it against your thigh. your stomach flipped at the sensation and the reminder of just how big he was; your panties slickened in preparation to take him.
you eagerly hike up your dress and try to further close the distance between you and bokuto, but you drunkenly forgot that you were in middle of putting your heels on, so you lose balance and stumble forward in his arms. however, he ends up faling backward as a result, which you landing on top of him. thankfully he braced himself so neither of you were hurt. now you were strandling his thigh, while he's laid on his back.
after a couple of moments frantic 'you okay?'s back and forth, followed by some hearty laughter, he pulls you down to resume kissing passionately. his large hands roam your body, possessively rubbing every dip and curve, and further hiking up your skirt to reveal your dampened panties.
"shit, you're so perfect, baby." he moans, but with such an anguished undertone, it almosts sounds like he's in pain. "i need you so fucking bad. my sweet girl." while one hand tenderly cups your face, the other reaches down to free his cock, which he haphazardly manoeuvres it until the tip is rubbing against your clothed cunt.
you whine into his mouth, then clumsily tug your panites aside, relishing in how his shaft drags along your wet cunt. the friction alone drives you insane, and you let out a deep sigh of relief once he finally slips himself inside your hole and you get that lewd stretch you've been waiting for.
your knees are planted on the ground on either side of him, yet you're far too involved in the heated make-out session to bother ride him. even when you briefly tried, the alcohol immediately started to hit, making it virtually impossible to stay coordinated without fumbling or getting dizzy. thus, while you kissed, bokuto planted both hands on your ass and utilised this grip to slowly drag you up and down on his cock.
emphasis on slowly. inch by fucking inch, it drove you crazy. you'd never gone this slow with him before, usually he pounds into you like a madman but not he was letting you feel him and fully experience the friction of his dick against your walls. giving you time to get familiar with every last vein and curve.
"you comfortable, bunny?" he holds your head with both his arms, hugging you to his chest in a comforting manner, as you struggle and whine while taking his whole length. "cos i think we're going to be here all night."
ATSUMU 🕸 x cheerleader
"are you ready to g—"
atsumu barges into your room, and notices you stood in front of the mirror, fixing up your hair. you even turn to flash him a smile, yet he still looks utterly dumbfounded. then, he quickly bows his head and retreats, muttering, "sorry, i thought you were done changing."
"wait!" you call out after him, and he freezes in his tracks. confused, you clarify, "what are you talking about? i'm already dressed. plus, even if i was in the middle of changing, when has that ever stopped you in the past?"
you giggle, and you expect him to laugh at your joke too, but instead he just turns to you, wearing the most horrified expression you've ever seen. "your dressed?"
"yes."
he motions to what you're wearing. a top that was so cropped it resembled a bra, with the word 'cheer!' written across it. and a matching glittery microskirt. atsumu felt light-headed just looking at it. "that's your whole outfit?"
you tut, crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes. "no, of course not."
atsumu huffs the biggest sigh of relief, practically hunching over as he does so. "good, that's what i thought. so what are you missing? a jacket? leggings? the rest of your shirt?" he throws the suggestions at you, but you think it's better if you just show him.
you shuffle over to your bed and pick up the two cheerleading pom-poms you bought, and excitedly shake them around. "these!"
atsumu's face abruptly drops into a frown. "that's it?"
"yup." you nod happily. but there's a beat of silence, during which atsumu's unusual lack of commentary — ironically — tells you everything you need to know. "what? you don't like it?"
he grimaces, opening his mouth to say something before realising that there's probably a better way he could approach this situation. "don't you think you're going to get cold in that?"
"no." you shake your head, and pout. from his demeanour alone you can tell that the problem is, you're hasty to whine, "you just don't like my costume!"
"huh? i didn't say that." he furrows his brows, cautiously edging towards you with an arms outstretched, as though he was trying to offer his scent to a volatile cat. however, in this case, he lets his fingers tap at the exposed skin of your waist, and despite your gloomy attitude, you let out the slightest 'hmph' of approval, which he takes as permission to wrap his arms fully around you.
holding you in his ridiculously warm and loving embrace, he hums, "i love your costume. wish you'd dress like this when you come and watch my matches with the jackals. looking in the audience and seeing you wearing this," he steps back and admires your outfit, squeezing your waist as he does so, "would give me some real motivation."
"the wrong kind of motivation." you tease, nudging his crotch where you can feel his length stiffening against your thigh.
he litters kisses from your collarbone up to your ear, where you can then hear him growl, "n' that's your fault for having your whole ass out." he puntuates his point by delivering a harsh slap on your cheek, and chuckling when you yelp and bounce in his arms at the impact.
there's a momentary lull, as his hand drags from your thigh, up between your legs until the pad of his finger is grazing your labia through your panties. the subtle yet perverted touch is enough to send shockwaves up your spine, and mixes with the arousal in your abdomen that was also caused by his gruff voice in your ear, "it's a shame we didn't meet in high school."
"y—you think?" is all your able to stammer out, as your panties are tugged aside and his fingers shamelessly delve between your damp folds.
"yeah. i would've loved a hot cheerleader dancing for me at all my matches." you can feel his lips pull into a smile as his daring fingerwork causes you to squirm in his arms. his middle finger would prod at your clit before two would slip into your soaked hole. they'd remain relatively stagnant at first, allowing you to adjust to it before they started to move.
"we had a cheerteam but they weren't anything like you." his hot breath burned your neck; he was so near to you, and there was no where you could go to escape. by now his fingers were rapidly pumping into your pussy, while his chest was pressed against yours and his arms are wrapped around you. even his face is slotted into the curve of your neck. you were as close as close could be.
"fuck, if you were there cheering for me though.. in this slutty little outfit." he chuckles at the comment, though his heart races at the mere thought of you as a real cheerleader for him. his eyes drifted shut and he let himself get lost in the fantasy. "god, i don't know what i'd do. probably try to get my hands on you first."
"yeah, yeah, you'd be mine. then i'd bend you over under the bleachers the first chance i got and fuck your lights out." you don't know if he realises it but the longer the rambles on, the rougher he gets with you. his fingers drill repeatedly into your wet hole like a machine, until you're emitting squelching noises with each thrust. he's got such a stern grip on you, his knuckles are white and his nails are virtually digging into your thigh. while his other hand is wrapped around the back of you, with his index and middle finger feverishly abusing your pussy while his thumb presses against your asshole, just to keep you in place.
"shit, you don't know that you're stupid costume is doing to me.." his breath his heavy, and so is yours. but in your case, it's due to the fact that his fingers are curled in such a way that he's repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, and white spots are beginning to cloud your vision as you eventually submit to your orgasm. a climax that leaves you a whiny, shivering mess in your man's arms.
"tsu—atsumu!" you cry out, being partially muffled by his chest. your hole feebly flutters around his unrelenting digits, and he shifts his spare hand up to cradle the back of your head. he kisses your earlobe and whispers, "that's it, baby. ride it out. c'mon."
once the molten grit in your stomach dies down, atsumu slides his finger out of you and you're able to catch your breath. although the orgasmic lust still lingered in your mind, it was usurped by the remaining desire to go out and party on halloween, so you find the strength to utter groggily to him, "aren't we going to go out?"
atsumu laughs and affectionately tucks a strand of your costume-wig hair behind your ear. while making eye-contact, he states bluntly, "no."
"why not?" you immediately whine in protest.
in a shockingly gentle manner, he explains, "honey, you can go out half-naked any other day of the year. but this is the only night i can fuck a cheerleader under the bleachers."
before you're able to even question what he means, he rummages around in the pocket of his jacket and pulls out his car keys. flashing you a smile, he offers you his jacket, and then his hand, "hm?"
MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: timeskip kenma x fem!reader, kenmas chat being freaks, sub reader, dom kenma, begging, praise, filming, mentions of onlyfans, doggy style, implied overstimulation, cervix fucking mention, camera recording sex + more. total wc :: 800+
DAY SEVENTEEN - FILMINGノm.list ノkinktober m.list
It isn't like Kenma didn't have the money. Quite the opposite, in fact, if you wanted, you could stop working right there and then, and he would be able to support both of you. Being a famous YouTuber had its perks and paid him more than enough.
That's when it happened.
He was in the middle of playing a shonky horror game, that's what Kenma called it, before he got jump scared, pausing the game, when you walked into the room. You tell him you were heading off to bed, giving him a slow and deep kiss, your fingers slightly running through his hair that he left out today, before leaving him. "Good night, baby," you murmur against his lips before leaving.
An insane flood of messages flooded into the chat, so fast that he couldn't even process what they were all talking about or saying. There was a mixture of responses ranging from:
youregettingclippedkenma
absolutely INSANE work
dynastymeow
hes defo hard rn
kenmasleftthumb
nah bc that kiss looked too real wtf 😭
sugawaraluvr
“goodnight, baby” I FELT THAT IN MY SOUL 😩
nekosupremacy
someone pls tell me why my screen is fogging up 😭😭
blushinglibero
KENMA YOU JUST GONNA SIT THERE AFTER THAT???
Then there was one bold comment that made him choke on air, and he sat up from his chair and looked to his other monitor, eyes so close to the chat.
nottafreakiswear:
hear me out on this kenma, your gf + you... onlyfans...?
"What did this loser just say?" he mumbles to himself, but he was fighting the soft pink tinge that was coating his cheeks.
volleybabe69
the way she played with his hair… lord have mercy
xxmitsukittyxx
pause the game? nah pause my HEART
hinatasimpclub
this man’s living in my dream scenario rn 🧍♀️
streamerkk
bro’s tryna act normal but his EYES SAID EVERYTHING 😭
puffypaws420
“shonky horror game” ok but the REAL horror is how single i am after seeing that 😩
kneecaps4kenma
tell me he’s not adjusting in his chair rn 😭😭😭😭
And for some reason, everyone completely missed it! No one was even paying attention to that singular message that popped up and disappeared from the next mass amount of chats popping up. He slumps back into his chair, placing his headphones down momentarily next to his keyboard before running a hand through his deul coloured hair, letting out a sigh.
Maybe... the idea isn't too bad...
So that's where you are now, completely open to the idea that Kenma proposed. He wasn't in any better state than you, a moaning and whimpering mess, both of you. Kenma's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, slow thrusts into your cunt as he holds his phone to capture how your ass is squishing against his pelvis, and the deep curve of your spine.
You're on your knees while your breasts are tight up agasint the mattress, and your head stuffed agasint the sheets, trying to muffle your moans as his cock fills your cunt up to the brim. Your hands grip the silky sheets while breathy whimpers leave your swollen lips, your knees shaking as well.
Kenma's hands tighten on the fat of your hip, thumb rubbing agasint the side of your ass soothingly. "Good girl," he praises, and you moan in response, being incoherent to say any words in reply, completely exhausted. "Taking me so well, look at you."
He moves the camera momentarily close to your cunt, sucking every inch of his cock as he deeply rolls his hips into you. Kenma can feel how your walls are clenching him tightly, desperate for a release that he isn't giving you. You don't think you could take it anymore.
"Please, baby," you beg, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you tighten around him indefinitely. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick thrust so perfectly up into your cunt. "I need to- Hah- Please."
"C'mon pretty," he says, His thrusts speed up and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Kenma helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.
With a deep moan, his hips slam tight agasint yours, his cum spilling deep within you. Slowly, he takes his length out of your cunt, a whimper befalling your lips, and he lowers the camera. He spreads your folds, cum dribbling out your trembling hole, the camera capturing everything, even how he slides two of his fingers back inside, pushing his seed inside you.
"Fuck," he murmurs. "Baby, please, let us watch over this together."
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𑣲 K. KOZUME :: you knew that kenma didn’t have the greatest stamina despite his athletic history, and you decided to take advantage of that. but little did you know that you would be outsmarted in your own game.
₊˚ʚ (+18) content | switch!kenma x fem!reader, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, praise, degrading, filming/photographing, overstimulation, both of them r freaks | read at your own risk .ᐟ.ᐟ
the great kodzuken had finally hit that 50 million sub goal, and to celebrate, you had excitedly prepared a home cooked dinner that wafted through the halls of your shared apartment. you cooked up a creamy pasta and steak, with expensive wine to wash down the flavor. you beamed at every stir of the pasta sauce, eager to celebrate with him.
he ended his celebration stream shortly after, and padded outside of his office towards the kitchen island, and carefully observed as you plated the meal.
“hi kodzu, you’re just in time. i just need a sec to plate.” you focus on the steak in front of you, not turning to face the other man.
he hums, “can’t wait to try it, kitty.”
you roll your eyes at the childish nickname, turning around to set the steak down on the table.
dinner ran smoothly, you greeted him with enthusiastic congratulations and warm words of encouragement, clasping your hands together with his. you had always adored kenma’s humility, despite his massive online presence, he never let it get to his head or ego. he carried the same attitude as he did on screen— quiet, timid, funny— it was ironic on how his lack of charisma eventually followed his rise to fame.
you two decided to keep your relationship mostly private, save for the occasional instagram stories where he would post updates where your hair would just be barely seen in the frame, the reflection of your hand slightly visible on the glass, or a candid photo of you on one of your dates. it was sweet, and it allowed him to set boundaries with his fans, who admired you from a far away.
before you knew it, the plates were licked clean, yet chatter continued to fill the air between you two.
“thank you for dinner, it was really good.” kenma’s eyes look into yours, a subtle smile curling on his lips. his hand snakes behind your head as he pulls you close, planting a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “you’re the sweetest, you make me so happy.”
he thought that was it, that was his reward for his 50 million sub breakthrough. he didn’t know that you still had something else reserved specially for him. you just smiled into his chest.
“congratulations again, kodzu.”
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“haah— fuck, s-slow down…” he pants, hands gripping tightly onto your waist as you rolled your hips onto his, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper into your aching cunt.
“mm… are you tired already, ken?” you tilt your head, and cup his face with your hands. you look at his golden irises, tinted with desperate want need for you.
all for you.
you continue the momentum, before slightly lifting your hips up to let his dick breathe, then slamming yourself fully down onto him once again.
“fuck…!” he groans, his grip on you tightening even more— enough to leave a bruise later on.
“you feel so good, kitty…” you lean down to kiss him, licking his lips for access into his mouth, which he pathetically accepts. whore.
he hums into the kiss, slipping his tongue to meet with yours. you can feel the heat basically radiate off of his body, slick with a sheen of sweat.
“you’re— mmh.. such a good boy.” you trail your lips down his chin, to his neck and collarbone. inhaling deeply, and you find the comforting aroma of laundry detergent settling into something dizzying. the smell of melted amber, friction, and the salty musk of his sweat pooling at the dip of his collarbone fill your senses, radiating a feverish heat that you just couldn’t get enough of.
pulling away, you pick up the pace again, rhythmically lifting your hips up and down. you trace your hands lower to his chest, soft whines and moans escaping your lips. you couldn’t exactly recall when you two had started, but you could tell he was reaching his limit. his dick continued to twitch inside you with every bounce you made, and it was tantalizing.
kenma couldn't take it anymore. the constant, agonizing friction was unbearable, overriding his exhaustion completely.
before you could lift your hips again, kenma interrupts you. “wa-wait! wait, stop.” he rasps, pulling you down closer to him once more to catch his breath. your bodies collide with one another, both shiny from the sweat between you two. you hear his unsteady breaths by your ear, his chest heaving as he pants for air. his hand traces the dip of your spine, moving in slow circles til he finally rests them on your lower back.
“let me make you cum— ‘don’t wanna cum first.”
wow. this is quite new.
the kenma you knew was one lazy fuck when it came to sex. always content to just lie back and let you do all the work while he enjoyed the view. not that you minded, you liked doing things for him and making him feel good. you knew exactly how to grind your hips, when to bounce, when to kiss and where to touch him, and you drink up all the noises and movements he makes every time. you would notice the subtle jerk of his hips when he’s about to cum, the bruising grip he would have once his dick was overstimulated, the flush of red that would tint his cheeks when you two would get into it too early.
but your favorite thing to take in would be the pathetic whines and whimpers that got you even wetter at your core.
so this was new to say the least. did his ego get bigger after hitting that 50 million?
before a sly retort could even slip past your lips, his hands clamp down onto your waist and he thrusts his hips upward, the length of his dick burying deeper into you, tip pressing right against your cervix.
a loud sob tore from your throat, nails digging crescents into his shoulders for leverage. your spine arches from above him, the sudden change in momentum catching you completely off guard now.
“my turn, ‘kay?” he says sweetly, adjusting the both of you so that you’re laying comfortably on the bed, and he settles on top of you.
you whine at the change in position, and he slips himself into you again, the wet squelch of your pussy reverberating through the air. kenma rocks his hips upward with minimal effort, causing the mattress to dip and squeak from the sudden shift.
you try to regain control— to try and hear those sweet, pathetic whimpers your boyfriend would make again, by pressing you hips closer toward him to take him deeper. yet, your attempt remains futile as he kept his hold on you, pinning you back down onto the bed and forcing you to adjust to his weight.
he tuts, “don’t try to take over, i told you it’s my turn. you know better than that, don’t you, babe?”
“‘m sorry, baby…” you pull back, allowing him to take more control of the situation.
“that’s what i thought. keep still.” he continues rocking into you slowly, relishing in the feeling of your pussy accommodating to the shape of his cock.
“you’re still so tight, did you not stretch yourself out on me enough?” he mocks you, eyes locked on yours as he drove his hips up once again, unbothered by the mewl that left your lips.
you didn’t want to admit it, but you were getting pretty fucked out at this point, eyes hazy and body tired, but you were still determined to wear him out, even if you were in a different position now.
“i know what you’re trying to do,” he leans into your ear. “im going to win, you know?”
fuck. he’s so fucking hot.
his palm makes its way to the curve of your breast, squeezing lightly before pinching your nipples in between his thumb and index and giving it an experimental twist.
“k-ken…” you whine out, who’s getting desperate now?
his hips began to ram into you with more fervor, and your tears begin to well up in your eyes as you keep taking him in fully.
a low, breathy sound escapes his throat, a sound so rarely heard from him that it sends a fresh wave of electricity straight through your core.
“look at you,” he massages the flesh in his palms, his thumb stroking over the peak of your tits as he maintains the steady upward thrust of his hips that press against that sweet spot every time. “you look so pretty for me.”
he reaches over to the nightstand with one hand, snagging his phone without staggering his pace. “this is all for me, right? say it.” the screen light illuminates the dimly lit bedroom, reflecting off of his sharp, golden eyes. he opens the camera with a quick swipe, angling the lens down where your bodies meet, recording the slickness of your thighs and the flush painting your skin from your chest up to your cheeks.
“no– kenma, put that away…” you whine out, embarrassment flushing your cheeks pink as you try to cover your face with your free arm.
he pauses his thrusts to catch your wrist, and pins you gently back down against the mattress, keeping the camera locked on your figure.
“why? you seemed so proud of yourself earlier,” he says lazily, almost mockingly— with the amount of feign concern that laced his words, yet you refused to meet his gaze. “look at the camera babe, c’mon… i wanna treasure this forever. just for me, please?”
“ken—“ you’re cut off by the sudden snap of his pelvis, “this— hngh—“ you moan out, unable to form your words with the pressure quickly building inside you. you try to pry your arm away from his grip to cover your face again— to save whatever dignity you had left after your failed attempt to tire him out.
his lips twist into a mischievous smile, “i’m working so hard for you right now, the least you could do is to let me see you.” his grip on your wrist tightens, “look at the fucking camera.”
his words are hypnotic, laced with a hint of frustration and impatience. you involuntarily glance at the phone, seeing yourself on the reflection of the lens. you wrap your hips around his waist to pull him in closer, the creak of the bed frame hitting against the wall combined with both of your moans and gasps and the sound of skin on skin was enough to overwhelm your senses. you weren't too sure what he was up to anymore, but you just needed him closer. he pulls out just enough of him to leave only the tip inside, before angling his hips upward and thrusting back in, bottoming out inside you. another shock of electricity courses through your body and you wail loudly through a choked sob.
“fuck! just like that!” you arch your back, feeling his tip press flush against that spongy part inside of you. it sends a violent tremor down your thighs, curling your toes into the mattress and your head tossing back against the pillows as your vision goes completely white.
“ken- kenma, please—“
“yeah? you close already?” he peppers gentle kisses onto your damp skin, the phone soon forgotten as he sets it upright on the nightstand, leaning against a lamp as it continues to record. he uses both his hands to anchor your hips to his as your body begins to grind against him desperately. “i said don’t close your eyes, look at me,” his voice is rough and desperate.
if you had a dick you’d probably be so hard right now.
his breathing is wrecked, a heavy, ragged sound that echoes in the space between your lips as he continued to thrust himself into you, deliberately chasing the frantic, wet heat of your climax.
“you’re going to make me cum— please, fuck!”
you come undone almost immediately, sobbing his name into the dark room as the ripple of your orgasm spreads throughout your body, your pussy squeezing tightly around him.
“you’re taking me so well…shit— doing so good for me, baby.” his golden eyes wide, locking on the rise and fall of your chest. your tight, twitching walls completely derails his rhythm. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, sinking deep into you as he reaches his orgasm as well. you feel the sudden, burning heat of him filling you up as he spends the last bit of his energy inside of you.
for a long minute, the only sound in the room was the overlapping sound of both your breathing.
eventually, his weight goes slack on top of you, his forehead resting against your bruised up shoulders as he pants for air. a soft, breathless huff of laughter leaves his lips against your damp skin.
“told you,” he wheezes out, yet his voice was dripping with that smug, lazy satisfaction you knew all too well whenever he had finished conquering an incredibly difficult boss fight and was about to brag to you about it. “i won.”
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the next day, you’re making breakfast as kenma patiently waits sitting by the kitchen island, when you hear an erotic moan play from his phone speaker.
“what was that?” you ask, flipping the egg over on the frying pan.
“my favorite milestone reward,” he says, his eyes still glued to the screen. “you’re so noisy here, god.”
“don’t post that.”
“hmm, maybe i’ll make it a sub-count.”
@ miripopopo, 2026
i miss kenma so bad can u guys tell i wrote this with one hand
You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.
At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.
It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.
In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.
So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.
His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.
"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.
"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.
"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.
"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.
His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.
"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."
As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.
"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"
SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO
