— a/n: yup. quick post because i’m here to tell you why shiba boy is the best and u will listen to me. u are being hypnotised. stan gorou.
— tags: unprotected sex, breeding kinks, overstim, degradation, possessive gorou, pet name ‘puppy’ tho it’s used as mockery, dacryphilia, mentions of praise kinks n shit, love bites, mentions of choking, slight humiliation but nothing too extreme, semi-public / public sex
— POSSESSIVE. he is literally half dog???? hello?
— look at me. look me in the fucking eyes and tell me this man does not have a breeding kink. i dare you. no, come on. say it.
— oh you can’t? well guess what? it’s cause gorou just loves watching his cum spill out of you.
— service top but also a switch. say it louder for the people in the back.
— i could go into heavy detail ab how much gorou hates cockwarming. he thinks it’s the stupidest thing ever bc he’s impatient. i don’t think he can handle being teased LMFAO he will straight up just tell u to sit on his cock already.
— i feel like ….. gorou accidentally gives u bruises all over your body. he just gets so excited halfway through sex he can’t contain himself and it’s just? a show of his sheer strength? i think we are all forgetting that he is THE resistance general? he’s not gonna be weak despite having such a petite frame? (literally look at xiao lmao what)
— very needy. he told me so himself. i think gorou’s the type to creep up on you and start kissing ur neck in broad daylight, tail wagging and shit :( then he’s just. “what’s up? are you feeling unwell?” as though he is not trying to dick u down in an alleyway🤨.
— praise kink……. you will call him “my good boy” and just. wow. the switch in his demeanour is crazy. eyebrows knit and he fuckin whimpers like a little bitch because wow.
— he likes being choked. that is it. end of discussion. no i will not be taking any questions but feel free to elaborate.
— makeout sessions forever ruined bc gorou can’t keep his dick in his pants </3 can u imagine being able to fluster a damned resistance general. ?? why is nobody talking about how hot that is?
— ..what if ur the bad guy n ur whole army and shit are fighting gorou but….. behind closed doors you’re making his eyes roll into the back of his head?? he’s secretly meeting up w you just to rearrange your guts?
Gorou supposes there’s probably nothing worse for him to witness than the events that occurred this morning. There isn’t a single thing that he can think of that was more demeaning and downright humiliating.
Arataki Itto. Flirting with you.
One would have to be a fucking idiot to not know that you belong to the resistance general. You’re practically glued to his hip first and foremost, and if that weren’t enough? You literally have Gorou’s scent on you, every hour of the waking day. It’s the way you batted your pretty lashes up at Itto, humouring his idiosyncratic behaviour as though you actually gave a damn about what he was saying.
And the best part of it all? When Gorou speed walked to your aid, attempting to grab you out of the conversation before things got any more awkward and tense? You really hit Gorou, of all people, with the “Relax! We’re just talking, puppy.”
You certainly didn’t benefit Gorou’s case when his ears flattened as his face screwed, signature pout adorning his lips. And Itto, of course, instead of holding his laugh decided to just cackle outright at the pet name.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Gorou hums pleasantly, lilt evident as he glances at your pathetic state. You attempt to garble out something, but to no avail. Gorou hums in mock sympathy, hovering over your warm and sticky body to swipe up some of your excess drool. He dips his thumb back into your mouth, pulling down to reveal the start of your bottom teeth.
“Nope. Still can’t hear you. Try again for me?” He sneers, tone condescending. Gorou abruptly slams his cock right against your g-spot, tearing out his length before slamming back in to bottom out again. Your body jolts, pins and needles licking you from head to toe at how his blunt tip drags against your warm walls. It’s not like you could have answered regardless.
“Come on, puppy. Your sweet general doesn’t have all day, you know.” Gorou coaxes you once more, effortlessly curling your knees into your chest as he holds you into a mating press. He aims for your neck, leaning in as his lips attach to abuse your soft skin. Gorou’s trailed his love bites all over your body as though you’re a canvas. His canvas. You’re the general’s personal cocksleeve.
His soft hair and ears tickle you, piling onto your load of hypersensitivity. Your dainty wrists claw as you meekly try to grab ahold of Gorou’s clothes, wishing he’d finally take all of them off. Gorou’s cock has got you stirred up to the point where you can officially no longer form sentences.
“Aw. You’re crying? ‘S it cause my cock’s so big? You’ll be okay.” Gorou peppers a wet kiss to your forehead, deep voice thrumming in his throat as he chuckles. You’re sobbing fat tears because it’s humiliating. You are the only one who’s stark naked, hanging on by a non existent thread when your only salvation is half of Gorou’s smooth and toned torso peeking out at you. The general really does have his next shift to go to, yet he couldn’t help but at least try to fuck you straight in one of the storage warehouses. Every time you hear the impeding footsteps, Gorou only seems to grow more frustrated and pound into you with more fervour as though to drown out the excess static.
In the end, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. You humiliated the general, so he’ll get you back just as much.
your little game of truth or dare with the shiratorizawa team spirals out of control.
tags: a lot of suggestive jokes throughout, themes of voyeurism, hints of unprotected sex, handjobs, fingering, tendou’s a bit of a flirt. fuckin on ushi’s bed cause we’re sick like that. goshiki gets traumatised.
w.c: idk. probably 2k or something. too lazy to check my docs.
“okay, okayokay. tendou, truth or dare?” you grin, loosely clasping the solo cup that adorns your hand.
tendou, who sits cross-legged roughly one metre diagonally from you on the bed, gives himself no space for qualms before humming “dare”
you pick up a card, squinting to read it only to start snickering through the first line.
“ha-have wa- oh my fucking god- have wakatoshi-kun here feed you m&m’s- cchhfhhgg— i can’t. i can’t” you chortle, wiping tears from your eyes. you wave the card out behind you, passing it over to semi who sits next to you.
“—but you have to say ‘thank you daddy’ when you eat one.” he finishes, stifling a laugh.
the rest of the group, save for ushijima and tendou, break out into a clamour of cackles and loud taunts.
“that’s nasty.” semi gags, taking a swig from his drink.
“who the hell wrote that one?” you cough, hacking up your lungs. momentarily, semi has to pat you on the back so you don’t pass out from a lack of oxygen.
ushijima, who sees nothing wrong with this picture, only reaches for the bag of m&m’s which fuels the devil’s children to laugh more. he passes one to tendou, placing it into his hand.
“you have to feed him it. like pop it into his mouth.” semi interjects.
“isn’t that unsanitary?”
“are you saying my mouth isn’t clean, wakatoshi-kun?” tendou pouts, sticking his tongue out. after a moment’s consideration, ushijima only shrugs before feeding tendou the candy.
“thank you, daddy.” he purrs, lips curling into a lopsided smirk.
“my turn?” tendou chirps, lifting an eyebrow in interest. no one’s really keeping a mental tally, so he decides to take his turn regardless.
“(y/n)! as thanks for a few seconds ago, truth or dare?”
“dare.” you eye him, flashing a brash wink that sends everyone hyping up the atmosphere.
tendou grabs a card, pausing to read it momentarily. he doesn’t say anything, flicking it to his side for shirabu to read. you watch shirabu’s facial expression, how his eyebrows kick in a hybrid of revulsion and amusement.
“lick whipped cream off of a body part of my choice.” tendou drawls, setting the card down into the used pile.
“oh shit!” goshiki chortles, mouth rolled open into an ‘o’.
“that’s foul.” shirabu snickers.
“you wanna back out?” tendou hums, shifting his weight onto his knees. he straightens himself, toying with the string of his sweatpants.
“wait you’re not actually going to—“
tendou dips his thumbs into the fabric of his sweatpants, already in the motion of tugging them down.
goshiki, who can’t bear to watch any longer, clambers out of the room in fear for his life. he’s afraid that today’s events will leave him traumatised, and hopes for no one to tell him the outcome of what happened. you wouldn’t be too surprised if you found him curled up in the corner of his room later, rocking back and forth with his knees to his chest.
tendou, the little dipshit, pulls the fabric down until it bundles against the bed. underneath, he’s just wearing a pair of normal black training shorts.
“was getting warm, anyways, let’s just start with a finger.” he hums, repositioning himself with his sweatpants crumpled up behind him.
he doesn’t miss the way disappointment slicks onto your face for a few seconds. even if mere, he sends you a smirk that causes the acid in your stomach to churn.
tendou grabs ahold of the can of whipped cream, curling his slender digits around it comfortably. he glances up at you, jerking it up and down for a few seconds before flicking the top off with his thumb. he tilts it in a downward direction, fizzing out a generous amount of whipped cream onto his index finger.
“here ya go~” tendou chirps with a warm smile, leaning his torso a bit whilst sticking his index out.
you know you’re heading into dangerous territory, and tendou knows that too. as much as you want to linger onto his touch, you’re determined to get it over with.
you part your lips, tip of his index knocking against the back of your front teeth. you suck around his skin, carefully lapping up the whipped cream. when tendou’s certain that you’re almost done, he dips his padded fingertip against your tongue.
his eyes circle the door for a few moments until he slings his finger out of your mouth. there’s a sheen that stains the tip, glimmering against the fluorescent light.
it’s just you two, now.
“truth or dare?” you swallow thickly, still stuck in motion before straightening yourself.
you already know the answer, so you move to read from another card.
“eat something sweet and have me guess what it was from a kiss.”
“gotcha, got any preferences?” tendou laughs, scanning the room for a sweet snack.
“nothing minty, that’s cheating. also, did you write this card? it sounds like you did. you totally did, right?”
“nothing minty…” tendou drawls, too preoccupied in choosing what he’s going to eat.
“okay! got it! close your eyes.”
you flutter your eyelids shut, tilting your head up so that you can avoid any awkward bumping.
a few moments pass, but all you can hear is distant munching from tendou.
“tendou? are you just eating it?”
“hm? eating what?” he muffles through his confectionery, chomping the last remainders before swallowing.
“the dare, you jackass—“
tendou holds your face in his hands, soft and safe lips clashing against yours. the warm feeling of his breath, even if unstabilising, is inviting as he sinks his essence down to the back of your throat. you can taste the chocolate fresh off his lips, even more so when his rough tongue swipes at your bottom lip. you have no choice but to gasp a little, intoxicated by tendou’s every movement as though he had planned it intricately since the start. he swirls his tongue with yours, circling the tip in a messy exchange. you can feel your lungs scream, burning with fervour for more air, but you don’t want to lose touch of his hold.
you pull back first, panting and heaving a little. tendou keeps his hands on your face, glancing back at you through half-lidded eyes and a shit eating smirk.
“so? what was it?” he murmurs, licking his lips.
“chocolate.”
“what kind?”
you reminisce his taste, analysing it from memory. the aftertaste was peculiarly sweet, although not sickly.
“milk chocolate.” you restate, earning a pleased hum from tendou.
“truth or dare?” tendou inquires.
“truth.”
“oh? interesting.”
“in that case.. top or bottom?” he sneers, gaze swirling in amusement. it’s half a dig at your ego, half out of curiosity.
“depends on the situation.” you answer breathlessly, subconsciously leaning back into tendou’s embrace.
“truth or dare?”
“truth.”
“how unoriginal, tendou. you’re such a copycat.”
he chuckles against you. you can feel the smile heavy on you.
“rough or slow?”
“depends on the situation.” tendou sneers, mimicking your earlier response.
the tip of your nose bumps against his. you can feel the electricity crackle and burst underneath your skin at every touch. you hardly process the question he’s asking, but you know it’s the same one he’s been murmuring to you with his sweet voice for the past few minutes. it’s all you can focus on, and it’s plagued your mind with a thick haze.
“dare.” you muster up your everlasting courage, prepared to reap the fruits of your labour.
“fuck me like you mean it.”
it’s messy and downright unholy, despicable, even.
amenities clattering and furniture being knocked into, you’re both desperately drinking each other in as though tendou’s the air you need to function, and you’re his. he doesn’t allow any part of you unscathed, slender and bony fingertips memorising the patterns of your body so deep that he can recall it from memory.
you feel sticky all over already, sweat clinging to your clothes from your elevated body temperature. you’re both piping hot, captured in a sloppy french kiss that has you buckling at the knees with how tendou savours you.
“satori” you wheeze, exasperated and needy underneath him. tendou elicits a small tut, purring against your skin as his hand traverses up your shirt.
“you say my name so nicely.” he remarks, peppering a wet kiss onto your collarbone. it doesn’t take long for him to change his mind, to decide to carefully suck and bruise the skin there instead.
your fingertips find his hair, weaving through his locks of crimson red, tugging and pulling at the fibres. his cold hand, despite all odds, sends jolts licking up your spine when tendou toys with your breasts, one hand testing your sensitive nipple. at the squeak of vulnerability that coils from your throat, tendou groans a little. you notice that his hips drag against you, too.
he rolls the bud in between his fingertips, relishing the way you writhe underneath him. he leans back, grimacing when you attempt to pull your head away from him.
“look at me.” he prompts you, using his other hand to face you forward. incidentally, he dips the same finger that you licked earlier into your mouth.
“such a pretty ‘lil face.” he discloses, eyebrows creasing when you lap your tongue around his skin, circling it for dramatic effect.
you reach your hand out, landing it onto the tent that pokes out of tendou’s shorts. he whines a little, stance faltering for a few seconds as you palm the outline of his dick print. sprawled out against his thigh, you can’t help but lick your lips like you’re about to devour a hearty meal. breaking into the waistband of his shorts, you have to use a little bit more strength to try to pull down his boxers too. tendou helps you by stuffing the other side down, shimmying a little until the clothes ride down to his mid-thigh.
his cock springs free, earning a sharp wince from tendou when it hits against his navel. you wrap your hands around his shaft, struggling a little to find the perfect way to grip him. tendou’s dick has more length to it, landing his girth on the more average side respectively. there’s beautiful veins that lick his shaft, tainted a deep blue to clash against his pallor as well as his furiously pink tip.
tendou wraps his hand around yours, shifting your hand up. you flinch at the lack of his touch on your body, yet nevertheless welcome his assistance.
“like this, angel.” he hums, glancing down to guide your hand.
“here, we can do it together~” tendou giggles presently before helping you work him into a pace that he likes. he coos in a soft tone, reassuring you that you can grip him harder. when he’s certain that you’ll fare fine without him, he lets go of his dick to allow you to keep going.
you take the fact that tendou rolling his head back and screwing his eyes shut before exhaling shakily means you’re doing a good job.
“so good, angel. you’re doing so well. feels good.” he grumbles, lolling his head onto your shoulder. you swallow up tendou’s praise, twisting your wrist at his tip. when you lean over to spit onto his dick, you can feel him twitch and convulse underneath you.
as much as you enjoy pleasing tendou, you’re sure that you’ve soaked through the entirety of your underwear right about now. you’re certain that if you were to open your legs now, there would be a viscous sheen matting the inside of your thighs like cobwebs. tendou, due to his difficult upbringing, is able to read people in the blink of an eye. he doesn’t need a sixth sense to know that you’re aching for his cock, but the sadist inside him can’t help but want to toy with you a little longer, make you fall apart and melt at the seams for him. all so he can glue you back together with his dick, just to take you back apart. truly, he is the miracle boy.
“i gotchu.” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss to your temples. you uncoil your hand away from him, instead opting to wrap your hands around his neck. tendou throws off the remainder of his shorts, hoisting you up with your legs wrapped around him until he finds the bed behind him, placing you down onto it. he nestles his face into the crook of your neck, admiring his earlier hickey before inhaling sharply. meanwhile, his other hand trails down to your thighs. tendou pushes your slicked underwear aside, laughing at how soaked through the fabric is. for now, he wants to conduct a little experiment.
he pushes your puffy lips aside with his middle and index finger, prodding his middle finger against your slicked entrance. you squirm a little at this, yet take his finger down to the knuckle with ease. tendou rubs up against your ear, lips hovering over the shell. he nibbles onto it, licking the outline of the structure.
“aren’t you concerned? that we’re doing it on wakatoshi-kun’s bed?” he purrs, voice vibrating from the depths of his throat. his tone comes out deep, a little sinister. as expected, you clamp and twitch around his finger.
“did you really think i was going to make you blow me in front of everyone?”
“although, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
you’d be lying if the thought didn’t cross your mind.
“well, that’s okay. ‘cause after i’m done with you, there’s no way that these guys won’t know that you’re mine.” tendou hums, drawing his digit out. he waves some of the excess slick that coats him, instead opting to suck it clean off his finger himself.
he shifts himself up, grabbing ahold of one of the pillows.
“any last words?” any last words before you go dumb for his cock, never really living the same without it impacting you. he’s asking you if you’re prepared to think about how he dicked you down for a good chunk of your time, if not life.
bit by bit, you’ll become his wonderful doll.
you shake your head, accepting the pillow that’s thrown at you.
he reminds you of his safe word, and that if you need to scream- you should do it into the pillow.
