♥︎ — 18+ only, sylus x f! reader
warnings. edging, use of ‘kitten’, bondage (tying your hands), just the tip my beloved
sylus and his need to see your face all the time is almost primal. and ‘need’ is a huge understatement.
it doesn’t stop at phone calls or dates. of course he needs to look at you when he cums. but it also goes as far as the moment when you need to cum. even when you’re on the verge of tears, drowning in euphoria and you just can’t help but close your eyes, neck craning back and body arching into his.
“kitten, I’m disappointed.” sylus soothes your folds after he pulls out, opening them apart. “you know what happens when you look away from me while you cum.”
“I’m sorry, sy~” your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath. “can’t always help it.”
he never lets you off for doing that, not even once. but to say you didn’t look forward to the feeling of relief after his ‘punishments’ would be a lie.
he makes quick work of your hands, wrapping them tight to the headboard. he then positions himself near your opening, tip of his cock separating your folds.
“ohhh!” you cry out from the ever so slight pass of his cock to your clit. you’ve just had an orgasm so you’re extremely sensitive, and he knows that. it wouldn’t be sylus if he didn’t use that to his advantage.
needing more friction, your legs instinctively try to rub together, making sylus spread them apart and click his tongue. “you’re not allowed to do that, kitten.”
sylus hard as a spear places his cock back to your clit, with both hands holding your knees in place, spreading spread your legs apart. tip of his head leaking precum, his strokes leave a sheen on your clit, with every bump going so torturously slow.
and no matter how many ‘ohs’ and ‘fucks’ you cry out, or how many times you buck your hips to his touch, sylus gets to be the one to decide when you get to cum.
how you’ve never managed to learn your lesson, sylus thinks he spoils you too much. but also, he finds it cute how desperate you become — just wriggling beneath his hold, hips bucking, hole clenching, just absolutely waiting for him to let you ride him to your heart’s content.
it could take hours on occasion.
and when he finally lets you cum as he picks up the pace of his cock running down your clit, with you looking him dead in the eyes with he most delicious expression makes it so damn worth it.
DAY 4 of 20 DAILY DRABBLES ⋮ kingsatoru’s blog launch event ❤︎
❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: bondage (thank you string-string fruit), dub-con, you bleed a little but I promise it's hot, rough penetration, creampie, the pink feather coat is here to play
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Watching you struggle is his favorite part. You writhe against his strings, forcing them tighter, twisting them into skin. His control gleams like sharp silk against your nakedness.
A fly finally caught in a web, toiling and trying.
“I’m starting to think you like this little game.”
Doflamingo’s middle finger bends back with a sharp tug, snapping a string to his will. The length of the binding loops around your leg, jerking your knee to curl against your chest.
“I’m not your toy,” there’s such a delicious fury in your eyes, “I’m—”
“—a warlord, yes, yes, I know. But now I’m your enemy, and I’m tired of playing nice.”
Escaping his underwater prison was easy; capturing you was a delectable challenge.
He vowed vengeance on those who betrayed him, and he has pictured his plans for you over, and over, and over again against the stone ceiling of his cell.
Rarely does fantasy pale in such dull comparison to actuality.
Your flesh is pliant, beautiful, gleaming with the sweat of your battle of wills against him. He ties both your legs now, making sure to squeeze his strings into the back of your thighs so he can watch your succulent fat press against the binds.
Your hips roll back as he secures your bondage, pussy wet and gooey as he parts your labia with his fingers.
A shrill gasp greets his ears, “I swear I’ll—”
“You’re in no position to swear anything,” he cuts you off with a push of his fingers into your squishy, tight cunt. A smirk splits his face as he feels the suction around his knuckles.
“Feels like your little body wants me.”
His words ignite you to struggle again, arms above your head tugging against his strings. He cinches them tighter, wraps more of his power around the length of your body, cutting into your curves. Your nipples harden as his strings whisk over them to circle around your tits.
“Come now, princess. You always knew it was leading to this,” his chuckle is deep in his chest and he pumps his fingers in and out of your body, “there’s no sense in struggling now.”
His cock throbs with delight as you twist against your restraints even more, gasping and grunting and wiggling. Your tender flesh is wrapped with him, trapped in his bed at his command.
The pink of his feathered coat tickles your skin as he leans across your body to leer at his masterpiece.
He puppets your face, makes you tilt your chin to meet his mouth as he tastes your lips for the first time. He licks between your teeth and doesn’t miss the sigh you breathe into his throat when his fingers curl against your walls.
He grabs the plush fat of your tit, squeezing because he can. Softness swells between his mean fingers and you preen beneath him.
Yet still you struggle when he shifts back, panting until he finally grapples his strings so tightly around you that droplets of blood well from the most delicate places. Thin crimson lines drip down your upper arms, pools so sweetly down the backs of your thighs.
Doflamingo’s head tilts in curiosity as you moan against his hold, dark satisfaction brewing at the sight of you wet and bloodied by his actions.
“You like the pain? Then I can make it hurt.”
There’s no time to think about his words.
His thick cock bullies into your pussy in an instant, pushing past the first tight ring of muscle with a vicious grunt. The mass of his body pounds into the suck of your cunt.
“Fuck!” You scream at him, poignant and loud. Yet so quickly your fight fades as the pleasure of his stretch within your body slams into your senses.
“That’s it, pretty baby, just take it.”
He likes how you feel like a cocksleeve, perfectly bound and placed and helpless to his onslaught. Like so many others, he’s far bigger than you, yet somehow you feel especially tiny in his hands. His fingertips are as ruthless as his string, pawing, plucking, pinching every part of you that’s prettier than any sordid dream.
Your eyes close against the power of his thrusts. Instinctively, he backhands your cheek, ire flaming at the thought of you not watching him. The sound you make is too perfect, a painful gasp bleeding into a shrill little sob, like he’s actually hurt you beyond just the sting of skin.
He’s wounding your pride. What true pleasure that is.
Abused, gummy walls suck him in deeper, fluttering as your belly tightens with the pleasure he’s coiling inside of you.
“Do you think I should let you cum?” he asks dangerously, tongue pressed against the tip of his canine.
He dips his fingers into the little rivulets of blood on the back of your thighs, using his strength to bend your legs back further and open you wider.
Suddenly that rage he adores is sparking in your eyes again, hotter than before.
“Don’t you dare,” you hiss.
“Don’t I dare what?” He feigns innocence as he pushes harder into your body, groaning as his cockhead pulls against the snugness of your pussy. “You don’t really think you, ah, deserve it, do you? Stupid girl.”
He traps you beneath his behemoth body, the feather of his coat slipping off his shoulders as he mounts your thighs with his. The angle is just right, has the girth of his cock pounding into the most sensitive places inside you.
You groan and stare into your reflection in his glasses, jaw tensing as bliss becomes overwhelming.
“Admit you want this, and I’ll consider it,” he grins, cheshire and sickening.
Time becomes lost as he continues to use you. Strings shake against his weight, his power, your moans vibrating down the strands. Eventually the bloody pads of his fingers grip your face, squishing your cheeks and making you kiss him until you can’t breathe.
His cock has become too heavy to bear, balls swelling with need.
Your poor clit is swollen against the shove of his cock, spread around him and begging to be touched. He flicks against it with his middle finger and smirks at how you scream.
He loses himself again, mind going hazy at the feel of you around him, body begging for him to claim it.
Your bruised lips press against his shoulder for attention and his ears perk at the softness of your voice.
“Please.”
Oh, he could be so mean, he could pull away now and jerk his cock until he cums on your captured tits and leave you bare, open, empty.
“One’s not enough, pretty baby.”
Doflamingo lifts himself from your body and sits back on his heels, reinvigorated to thrust harder as you choke back a sob.
“Enough,” you gasp for air, “please, please.”
His knuckles crack as he activates his power, shifting his strings until your back is arched from the sheets and your head hangs.
Helpless, he loves you so helpless.
He presses his thumb roughly against your clit, a mean, singular point of pressure against the most delicate piece of you.
“Few more might do the trick.”
Pleas burst from your lips, pouring into the cacophony of slick sex in the room. Chokes of his name intermingle your cries for release and he wonders for a moment if he’s heard anything more beautiful.
He gives in without any warning, rubbing against your clit until you gush and your cunt clamps his cock so tightly that it makes him explode.
His breathing actually stops as your pleasure milks his, your limp body held in his web shaking, sucking the cum from his balls.
Gripping you too tightly, he forces your hips flush to his, cum bursting from the seams of where your pussy grips his cock.
Control fades from his grasp, his threads snapping in shrill pops as he nearly collapses on his knees. His knuckles are turning white as he refuses to let you entirely free of his hold.
You’re panting, sweat and blood shimmering down the indentions his strings have left behind. Yet you don’t struggle, you don’t move, just let him hold you and fill you.
ask: saw that n/s/f/w requests are open ! would you have any thoughts on neuvillette ? i adore your characterization for all the characters
AHHHHHH OTZ thoughts??? I have plenty. this ask is suchhh a blessing thank you for sending this in!!!!!! neuvillette is my absolute fav rn and I could yap about him for days on end. AND THANK YOU TT I TRY! I hope this isn't too ooc bc I'm still playing through the archon quest but that doesn't stop me from horny posting. also I wasn't sure if you wanted something that leaned more towards dc/yan content so I left this pretty tame, but if that is what you wanted feel free to let me know 😭😭😭 also shout-out to aria my twin if ur seeing this 🥺
contents: gender neutral (bottom) reader, plus an afab + fem presenting reader section towards the end. soft!dom neuvillette, sexual repression, lots and lots of praise, bondage. end section: breeding/cream pies, dollification + brief cock warning. MDNI.
I do see him as deeply sexually repressed. of course, in the past he's had urges, desires that he's always wanted to fulfill, but he'd chose more often than not to not satiate them. how could he, when there were far more important matters at hand to focus on instead? as the iudex of fontaine, he must have enough discipline to not give in to such compulsions... but, that's not to say he's never given into them; there's been a few nights, especially after meeting you, where he'd attend to himself, pleasuring himself either to blow off some steam from the long days of work, or to the filthy thoughts of you that infect his mind against his better judgement, although he'd often feel a tinge of embarrassment or shame when all is said and done.
when he gets a lover (or a darling), however, that all changes. it becomes harder and harder to ignore. he's rather respectful, though, never calling attention to his burning desire. but there is a point where he simply cannot repress himself any longer. perhaps your touches linger far too long on his skin, or you wear something particularly distracting and revealing, or maybe you catch on to his repression and tease him; no matter the clause, he cannot help but confess just how badly he needs you.
neuvillette is perhaps the softest dom in the world. in general, as a rather authoritative man who likes order and adherence to rules and regulations, he does prefer to maintain that authority over you in the bedroom, managing to both domineer and dote over you at the same time. you see, the thing that he desires most is to take care of you, to pleasure you properly. he wants you to feel not only loved, but attended to. so when he puts some rules in place and orders you around, please understand that it's to best optimize your pleasure.
he's both unbelievably gentle, with the softest touch and the most loving and strict, ordering you to let him take care of you. often times your hands are tied back during your moments of intimacy, typically with the most luxurious silk ribbon he could find. he doesn't want you touching yourself, not when he's the one taking care of you. even though the ribbon would be relatively easy to untie by yourself (as by design), to forfeit your ability to use your hands to him turns him on. he likes the vulnerability of it most, the fact that you trust him enough to confide in him in that manner.
the things he finds that turns him in the most is your dutiful obedience to letting him pleasure you. like for example, he likes to press a gentle thumb against your lips while asking you to open for him just before sliding a few digits down your mouth, just to see how well you take him. he likes the look in your eyes as you look up at him almost more than the gesture itself. you're so vulnerable, with big puppy dog eyes that tell him you're at his mercy, all for him.
I don't believe that he would like 'brats,' exactly. to me, neuvillette simply just wants to take care of you, and if you're demonstrating any sort of defiance or similar behavior, he'll simply just assume that you do not want his advances. he's not a fan of being teased either, but he does like to go nice and slow, which might accidentally be teasing for you. he likes to traverse your body with his hands, running them against your waist and up and down your thighs, palming at your heat or pressing his thigh up against it as he devours you with long drawn out kisses.
another thing you'll come to realize is that if he can, he likes to take his time with you. he likes to pump himself inside of you nice and slow on his long and heavy cock, dragging out each and every thrust so that you could properly feel all of him, and him all of you. if he's not preoccupied with giving you sweet love bites across your neck and chest, or entangling his tongue with yours, he likes to have you watch the way slides in and out of you. "do you see that, my love? look at how you're taking me, you're doing so well."
"my love, you're taking me so well. I could have never imagined, ah, how wonderful you'd feel wrapped around me."
"that's it, beloved. give in to me just like that. let me take care of you like you deserve."
——— afab + fem presenting specific ———
yes, he's extremely giving, but that's not to say he's entirely selfless in bed. as a dragon, he has quite the bit of libido and stamina, especially when he gets into his ruts. of course, he'd never push your limits, and he'd be much more than satisfied with going just one round, if that is all that you desire. in truth, however, he needs to pump you full a couple times over before he feels truly fulfilled. if it's not spilling out of your pretty cunt and into your thighs, then that means he hasn't done a good job yet. and don't worry, you wouldn't have to do a single thing. just lay down and sit pretty and let him do all the work. neuvillette will take good care of you.
he's at least polite when he asks to cum inside. "oh, darling, may I please release inside of you?"
"just one more, yes? I need to make sure you're nice and full."
my final thought... is that neuvillette would be extremely into dollification. his need to make sure you're well taken care of runs deeper than what you just see on the surface. if you're willing, neuvillette would love nothing more than to take charge over you. he'd love to run you baths and dress you up in frilly dresses and soft lace and give you massages and all of the things of that nature. he'd love to nurture you. so it should come as no surprise that if you were to show up on his lap all pretty and pliant in something sheer or clad in babydoll lingerie, he all but goes inside.
sometimes, he likes to let you cock warm him as he work, filling you up with a promise to attend to you once he finishes is up. the most teasing he perhaps gets is when he stills your hips and tells you to stop moving, that he'll take care of you after he's done with his work, and that he'll only make you feel good if you're patient. other times he forgoes his important work to properly take you, bending you over his desk and asking you if you decided to look so pretty just for him. yeaaaahhh.
warnings: non-con, non-con bondage, non-con somnophilia, manhandling, smut, rough sex, choking, biting, blood, unsafe sex, creampie, fingering, profanity, violence, spit kink, misogyny, power imbalance, toxic relationship, timeskip miya osamu, osamu is not the nicer twin, grumpy osamu
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english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes
You tried your best to keep your eyes open, but your head was still lolling from side to side on the verge of succumbing to the creeping slumber caused by extreme fatigue Osamu put you through.
That was his name, Osamu, the man who was now standing with you in the shower, washing you from head to toe. The smells of the hotel shampoo and shower gel permeated the air, his hands ran hotter than the water coming out of the showerhead in full pressure, ridding you of sweat, tears and his cum.
It was an accident. You screamed inside, the countless sorries replayed like a broken record in your head.
Osamu ignored all of them.
Strong arms carried you out of the shower before covering your body with a bathrobe, but it was the loud hair dryer noise that poked you out the fog of sleep. You reopened your eyes and saw Osamu standing behind you in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand handling the hair dryer deftly while the other ran through your wet hair, blowing it with hot air till it dried before blowing his own.
He had one of the most gorgeous faces you had ever seen, even with one muscular arm wrapped around your collarbone and dark gray eyes fueled with rage, Osamu was still a beautiful man.
When you felt a hard rod prodding at your slit, you didn’t hear the hair dryer anymore and the bathrobe was gone. Back on the bed it seemed, you came to your senses on Osamu’s body, nose and lips clung to his neck. Too tired to object, too sluggish to put up a fight.
—
Though the rim of the glass full of water was cold on your lips, your back was warm leaning against Osamu’s broad chest. You woke up to him prompting you to drink which you obeyed thirstily without complaints, knowing your body had lost a lot of fluid and would continue losing it.
It was 4AM, you saw the time when your phone screen flashed from a random app-update notification. You were supposed to be at home, not on Osamu’s hard torso, now with three of his fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy. And you weren’t clean anymore, seeing the thick white creamy liquid gushing out when he pushed his fingers in, Osamu must have fucked you while you were asleep.
“You came in me?” Hoarse and frail, the water you drank didn’t help much, you almost didn’t recognize your voice.
“Couldn’t resist,” he admitted “Sorry.”
You cried. Not because of what he did, but because he mocked you in that tiny, high-pitched tone of an apology.
—
It was midnight when you tabbed the keycard you got from your two best friends in, the room was so cold and dark that you had to stay rooted for a minute for the fear of walking into a piece of furniture if you persisted. Your friends said there would be a surprise waiting and didn’t want you to cop out since you were the one who agreed to let them help find the right guy for this hookup.
When your eyes fully adapted to the darkness, you almost recoiled. Sleeping soundly on the bed was one hell of a man, his massive build occupied most of the queen-sized bed space. Closing in, you then saw the surprise.
Both of his hands were tied to the bed, the long chains going all the way down to where the locks were secured with the bed legs.
“I can’t do this,” you whispered under your breath and turned to walk out the door.
But it was the thought of your friends going the extra mile for this that stopped you. They did this for you. And you consented, the guy on the bed consented. This was all preplanned and prepared, and here you were, about to be a coward and ruin your friends’ effort.
Mind changed. You walked back to bed, overcoming your nervousness and got on with it, repeating to yourself that everything was planned while you stripped the man bare. He slept shirtless, so it was only the sweatpants that you had to wiggle down.
He slept like the dead too, probably faked it. So you waited for him to wake and feign bewilderment, but he never did. Your heart raced when you realized that you might have to do it while he slept.
It was planned. It was all planned. Faking or not, it was all planned. You told yourself.
“What the fuck.”
You heard him curse when his cock slid halfway into your wet pussy, clear slick flowing from minutes spent grinding on his length, the latter slowly but surely became fully erected with friction—stroking him with your hands, taking him into your mouth. Now that he woke, he looked puzzled.
But that was expected, part of the plan. You thought while pumping yourself up and down on his girth, one you wrapped safely with a condom readily prepared in the nightstand drawer even though it was made clear beforehand between both parties that each was clean. But you were not on the pill, and you didn’t know Atsumu enough to trust he would not blow his load into you. Right, that was the name given to you by your friends—Atsumu.
But this guy right here was not Atsumu, and you didn’t know that until everything was done.
“Who the fuck are you?” He was rude, and you were dumb, thinking he was just in character and everything was one big play. “What the fuck? Uncuff me!”
Placing your hands on his pecs, you just kept fucking yourself in your pace and focused on making yourself come.
“Selfish bitch,” he growled, hands straining against the handcuffs, eyes staring daggers. He looked vengeful, like he wanted to grab you right then and there and strangle you.
That was your first suspicion. But then he bucked his hips up, disrupting your rhythm and robbing you of all rational thoughts.
“Wait till I get out of these,” he threatened, tugging at the cuffs, hips still snapping up rapidly.
That, and a little massage on the clit with your own hand, you reached your high and collapsed onto his chest, didn’t hear anything until a few moments later.
“Out of your horny haze yet?” the man barked, irritated.
Languidly, you sat up and got off him, his cock slipping out of you, still hard.
“You didn’t come.”
“Oh, I’ll fucking come.”
“You cuss a lot.”
“Can you shut up and tell me what the fuck is going on?”
That made you pause. “You don’t have to be in the role anymore.”
“Trust me I’m not.”
You blinked, a shiver ran down your spine. “Aren’t you Atsumu?”
Now he paused, looking even more pissed. “Get me out of the cuffs right now. I have no idea who you are, all I know is that I woke up tied down to the bed in my own hotel room,” spat the man. “I’ll fucking put you in jail for this and it will get worse if you don’t free me right—fucking—now.”
The key was in the same drawer as the condoms, you remembered seeing it. In no more than five seconds, it was in your hand. In another ten, the man was out of confinement. And true to the threat he made before, he was on you in an instant. You shrieked.
He didn’t need the handcuffs to keep you still, pure strength did it. With one hand on your neck, he pushed you down hard to the bed. You tried to apologize as if breathing wasn’t the priority, both hands wrapped around his wrist, trying to get him off you but failed.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and when you felt like death was at your front door about to knock, he let go. Your vision became clear once more, and you breathed greedily like air would be gone the next morning. Noticing your surroundings again, one of your legs was hiked up on his shoulder, the other was at his waist.
“Selfish filthy pig.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, tears rolling down from the corners of your eyes.
“I’m going to make sure you are.”
“I thought you were the guy my friends set me up with.”
He rolled his eyes. “Atsumu?”
You nodded.
“Should’ve asked before fucking yourself on someone when they were out cold, shouldn’t ya?” He smacked your thigh then lifted the leg higher, making your folds split and pussy fully exposed to the cold air. He spat on it. “My name’s Osamu.”
It was uncanny how similar it sounded to Atsumu.
Osamu took the old condom off before gliding the hefty length along your slit using his saliva as lube. When the head was about to nudge in, you freaked out.
“Condoms are in the drawer.”
“I should be afraid of you, not the other way around. Sneaky little bitch,” he said. “I don’t have any dirty shit.”
“I’m clean, too. But please,” you pleaded, “please wear it.”
He did, then proceeded to fuck you till your whole body shook with both fear and orgasm. It was an odd combination, one you never thought was possible. But as he constricted your breathing with one hand clasped tight around your neck, or when he spat in your mouth and commanded you to swallow, your cunt had never clenched so tight around anything.
And when he licked his thumb and rubbed it on your sensitive nub while admiring the view of you getting stretched wide by him? You had never come harder in your life.
Splashes of cum and strings of apologies were abundant in those first few hours. Osamu had never released himself in the condoms though, taking them off at the last minute just to climax on you. He liked the sight perhaps—bite marks and hickeys blooming like flowers in spring covered with semen, all from his doing—probably thought it was art considering how long he just stopped and stared at you sometimes without saying anything.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” And that was what you would say, because you didn’t want to be put behind bars, because you wanted him to forgive you.
Osamu ignored all of it.
—
Despite having different hair colors, people still often mistook Osamu for his twin brother. It was easier to tell them apart by their personalities—the mean one was Atsumu and the nice one was Osamu, to sum things up.
But that was where people were wrong, Osamu, trying as hard as he could not to be like his twin, was much more alike Atsumu than he would have liked to admit. And as he watched you breathe steadily, sleeping like a baby on the same bed you moaned, cried, and even screamed on while getting dicked down, he saw no difference between him and his blond-haired counterpart.
Osamu clapped the handcuffs around your wrists, didn’t want you to flee if you woke up and saw no one. You looked thoroughly fucked, love marks littered all over your skin, clear to the vision under the morning light that passed through the crack in the curtains. He liked it. He… Osamu, the nicer twin, liked it very much.
He went out of his room to knock on the opposite door at around 7AM, it took some pounding for the person in the room to finally open.
“Yer gonna wake up the whole floor, the fuck.” Atsumu said drowsily, looking like he left his soul on the bed and let the body walk to the door.
“Was someone supposed to be with you last night?” asked Osamu, straight to the point.
Taking a moment for the realization to hit, Atsumu was fully awake then. “Shit. Yes.”
Osamu took the liberty of walking past his twin into the room. “And?”
“I fell asleep,” Atsumu said, following Osamu inside. “It was a five-set game yesterday, Samu, you know how it gets. You were there, you saw how intense it was.” He reasoned. “I was waiting, really, but no one came and my body kinda—shut down.” The blond athlete grabbed his phone from the nightstand and his brows furrowed. “Hmm—no missed calls.”
“Hmm, I wonder why.”
“Osamu.”
“Your little mouse came into my room instead of yours, any explanation?”
“I’ll have you know she’s not a whore. She’s a friend of a friend, has a job and hobbies, okay?”
“Figured,” said Osamu, now sitting on the long couch at the end of Atsumu’s unmade bed. “I know your type—girl next door, pretty but not model-like, too busy to go on a date.”
Atsumu fell quiet. “You fucked her.”
“Of course I did.”
The twin closed his eyes and sighed. “I gave permission to the receptionist to give away the spare keycard to my room when given the right names, must have been a mistake on their part”
“I’ll go ask them.” Osamu stood. “Go back to sleep, you look like shit.”
“Look who’s talking.” Atsumu crossed his arms over his chest, giving a judging look to his brother. “You’re no better.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, today’s plan’s canceled then?”
Taking his onigiri business wherever Atsumu had a match at, Osamu got to travel all around Japan and make his brand known. The twins usually hung out after that, a short trip to a bar if they had no time, a full-day city exploration if they did.
“Yeah, whatever.” Atsumu plopped himself face down on the bed.
They could always meet up at the next match anyway, Osamu thought as he began to walk out of the room, but something stopped him before he could touch the door handle.
“Atsumu.”
“Hm?”
“Are you into bondage?”
“Get the fuck out of my room.”
Osamu snickered.
—
You had a job, and it was not rinsing rice at Onigiri Miya on the weekend while getting groped by its owner. Osamu hugged you from behind today, then his hands started to wander under your Onigiri Miya t-shirt to yank your bras down and knead your breasts.
“Osamu,” you panted as you felt a slight pinch on your nipples.
Your life changed after the wrong-room incident, drastically, to be completely honest, because Osamu refused to leave things in that hotel room and let the past be the past. As crazy as it sounded, he sort of—took you with him.
Even when Atsumu tried to talk some sense into him because your friends nearly begged him on their knees, Osamu still insisted you were here with him at least on the weekend.
His onigiri shop was a two-hour train ride from your home—the city the hotel was located in, the city you were supposed to meet up with Atsumu because he had a game there.
You met his twin, and you had to admit it wasn’t too far-fetched that the new receptionist confused one with the other and gave out the wrong keycard. They checked in at the same time, booked the same room type, and the staff had had a long day.
So Osamu got Atsumu’s room, and you also got Atsumu’s keycard. Shit happened, it was just unfortunate that you were at the receiving end. You apologized, your friends did, too. They were the ones tying him down to the bed.
“It was dark. We tried to wake you up but…” one of your friends confessed, stopped when it steered towards the path where Osamu was at fault for not waking up. “We fucked up. We are sorry.”
That was it.
Osamu listened to everything without a single reaction. After checking out, everyone gathered at the lobby to clear things up. You stood beside Osamu, wearing his long sleeve button up with your own jeans, and to your friends’ horror, failing miserably to hide the marks on your neck.
He took you with him that day anyway, now he visited you at work on Fridays to drive you here to spend the weekend and help him with the shop. And you, scared shitless he would take legal action against you and your friends, complied.
Dealing with rice made your hands softer, and Osamu loved it. They felt nice around his cock, he said. He also liked the smell.
All thoughts were shattered like shards of glass when he turned you to face him and pressed a hard kiss onto your lips, rice forgotten. You knew what he liked now, didn’t flinch as much anymore when he bit your tongue or lips, sometimes too hard they bled and the kiss turned metallic. You started to get used to it, to him.
Hand on his thick member, you dragged it up and down, did not leave any inch untouched. Osamu pulled away from the kiss to look at you, his breath quickened. Without hair products like his twin brother, Osamu’s dark hair fell freely. He looked like God’s best creation.
Nipples still sensitive from the stimulation, you whimpered when Osamu touched them again.
“Sneaky little mouse.”
That was his favorite pet name for you—sneaky little mouse, one that came to the wrong house and now had to stay. His sense of humor sucked.
He came in your hand, then he got down on his knees and made you ride his face till you came on his tongue. When the first staff clocked in, just five minutes after he wiped your glistening juice off his chin with a fresh towel, your hands and uniform were clean and neat again. But you didn’t go back to washing the rice, you left it to the staff, still feeling a bit dirty.
When the shop opened for dinner at 5PM, you stationed yourself behind the register, that was your spot. You occasionally helped with the serving if the night turned a little too busy, just to keep things smooth, but would always come back to handle the bills.
It became your new normal, alarming you every so often that you actually cared how well the business ran, that you enjoyed the smell of the food Osamu made, and that it didn’t disturb you as much as it should have to see your smiling face greeting a customer on Osamu’s lock screen.
being close to your big brother's best friend couldn't possibly lead to anything bad... right?
wc: 5.4 k
tw: best friend’s sister, age gap (2y) , virg reader, unprotected, cunnilingus (f! oral), titty sucking, light bondage, spanking, biting, squirting, creampie, bd/sp, pet names (chibi, baby, kitten, darling, babydoll, angel), kuroo calls himself daddy, lets face it kuroo is a horny mf
"chibi-chan-" you heard a deep voice saying seductively, strong arms hugging you from behind. a small yelp left your throat as you turned around, relaxing a bit more when you noticed who it was.
"kuroo! you shouldn't scare me like that!” you looked around, lowering your voice, "and i thought we agreed, no contact at school. if kenma saw us, he'd freak out."
and it was true- if kenma saw his best friend flirting with his younger sister, who knows what'll happen.
"my bad. sorry. but we both know we can't help it~" he said in a low, sexy voice. “i missed you, baby," he said, caressing your hair gently with one hand, as he brought the other hand to your waist. you whimpered, looking up at him.
”kuroo, there are other people around us, people that could be watching. they might go tell him, and i don't think he'll appreciate his best friend hitting on his little sister,” you squeezed your eyes shut. "how about... school lets out in two hours, right? i’ll... i’ll just come to your place right after, okay?”
he placed a finger on your lips, as if to block you. "relax, baby,” he said. "no one around here thinks that about us. and in the slight chance that they might, is that not part of the fun?” kuroo brought his body closer to you, whispering in your ear, ”are you really sure you can wait?”
you stared at him for a minute, trying to think straight before nodding. he was so close to you.
"we both can wait, kuroo please.”
he chuckled, ”alright. two hours, then.” he said as he backed up and started walking away. however, before he got too far, he stepped back and leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. "i expect you to walk through my door wearing nothing but that red bikini i bought you at the beach~”
your head snapped up, but when you tried to respond he was already turned and walking away. your heart was beating fast, scared and excited for what was to come. and knowing kuroo, that could be anything…
you quickly pushed those thoughts away. it was only a bit of teasing, after all. nothing more to it than that… right?
when the final bell of the day rang, you ran home as fast as you could. you had to get there, change clothes, and leave before kenma saw you. you couldn't let him know about this.
running into your bedroom, you dug through your dresser drawers until you found the bikini kuroo bought you hiding at the bottom. it was tiny, the bottoms closer to a thong and the top being made of tiny material that barely covered your chest, breasts practically spilling out of it. it was bright red, one of his favorite colors. you hurriedly changed into it, putting a loose t-shirt and some shorts over it, and ran out of the house.
kuroo was already waiting for you at the door when you rounded the corner.
"you're late~" he said in a flirty voice, but his voice was mixed with genuine concern. once he saw you come inside, he brought you into an embrace, and gently kissed you on the lips. “what caused all the trouble?" he said in a teasing voice, as his hands began to go under your loose shirt and the shorts you were wearing.
"i-i had a bit of trouble trying to find the bikini set you asked me to wear... found it though.” your breath was shaking as you felt his cold fingers run up and down your skin beneath the t-shirt.
he was surprised by your nervousness. “you're shaking…" he let his hands run all over your skin, slowly bringing you closer to him.
"let's not stand around here though-" he whispered in a sexy voice as he took you by your hands and began walking towards his bedroom.
you could tell by the way he had been acting all day that this would be different. he was being more suggestive, more sly with his words. his hands were touching you more than usual. you had a feeling this wouldn't just be one of your normal make-out sessions.
once he had you inside his room, he pushed you against the wall and started to kiss you passionately. he was much more aggressive than he ever had been; it was as if the idea of you coming to his room wearing the red bikini had made him go insane. "chibi-chan~" he said as his hands went lower and lower. "i am so happy you came…“ he said as he bit your lower lip.
a gasp left your mouth when he bit down. it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. whimpers began to escape your throat as you felt everything. he had you practically pinned against the wall, and you couldn't move as his mouth became more intense and his hands began to roam.
he bit your lower lip harder, while his other hand began to reach your thighs. he had always seen you as kenma's little sister. someone he had to be protective of, like a big brother. yet in this moment, he felt a rush of passion and lust. "chibi-chan~" he said in a sexy voice. "my body is yours.”
a moan came out of your mouth from his movements and words. the line of what was considered risqué and taboo for you two was blurred and you didn't know what to think anymore. "kurooooo" you whined out, long as slow from his touches.
"my, my. such a naughty and needy little kitten-" he whispered as he felt you moan. he pushed you down slowly, and as you got down on your knees, he knelt in front of you. "let daddy kuroo take care of you, baby~" he said while slowly sliding his shirt off.
you looked up at him with your eyes blown wide. it wasn't like you hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, you had gone to the pool and beach together several times. but this was different…
you sat there, not knowing what to do as you watched him. “k-kuroo?”
"no need to speak, baby. just enjoy yourself," he said as he pulled you closer to him. he kissed you passionately while slowly removing your shirt and shorts from you. only the red bikini that he had bought you remained.
the cold air rushed over you, chills going down your body as you sat there, letting him stare at you. the bikini leftover was so tiny.
he ran his fingers over your skin. “chibi-chan… i want you so badly~” he said in a seductive voice as he began to kiss your neck, moving his body closer to yours.
a whimper left your mouth when he kissed you, and your hands began running up and down his muscles. “k-kuroo? can... can i…” your face was blushing deeply by now.
"can you what, baby?” he said in a soft voice as his hands ran all over your body. he could feel your desire from your movements, and it made him lustful.
"can i call you by your first name? is that okay?” you looked up at him with babydoll eyes, not wanting to make him uncomfortable if you did it without permission.
he stopped for a second and stared at you. "of course you can, baby.” he said in a soft tone. “i want you to have as much fun as possible~" he said, as he kissed you on the lips, and began to remove his pants. he slipped his pants down slowly, making sure you were watching. his black boxers were the only thing that remained as he looked down on you again.
kuroo looked down at you. you were a small, and yet alluring figure, as you sat on your knees in front of him, wearing nothing but the bright red bikini. "my, my~ you look so hot in that color-" he said while reaching out with his hand to touch you.
you started whimpering as he brushed his hands across your bikini top, then slowly began untying the string. “te-tetsuro?”
he nodded. "yes, baby. what do you need?” his eyes were already glued to the string that connected your bikini top, fingers playing with it unmindfully. this was really happening.
”want you to touch me, tetsuro.” your breath was shaking, but you were confident in what you were saying.
your words hit him, and his eyes filled with lust, face turning red as he reached out with his hand and slowly, gently removed the top from your body. "is this what you wanted?" he asked seductively as he kissed you on the neck, and slowly ran his fingers over your body.
a loud moan escaped your mouth, groaning as you felt his hands and fingers tease your breasts. his hands were cold, rough, and they began to trace your skin with his fingertips. "so good tetsur- aH” your breath caught when you felt him pinch your nipple, sending shockwaves through your body.
he chuckled. "looks like I got a submissive little angel~" he said in a teasing voice as his hands began to roam all over your body. "i'm not done yet, baby~" he whispered seductively as he continued to fondle your body. kuroo lowered his face to your chest, and you could feel his breath against your skin. his tongue began to circle your nipples, playing with the peaks as his fingers pushed them up closer to his face. he attached his mouth to one, sucking hard and nibbling at the skin. when he pulled back, you could already tell a bruise would be there tomorrow, and it made you whine in excitement.
kuroo picked you up by the waist, carrying you over to his bed where he laid you down on your back. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was still standing, looking over you. he was enjoying this too much already.
he leaned in and gently pushed your legs further and further apart. you felt his large hands begin to stroke the bikini bottoms, pawing over your mound and making you shake as he pushed your legs wider. when he took a finger to push the bottoms to the side, a gasp left your mouth as you threw your head back.
he brought his face even closer to yours. "you look so beautiful, like a sweet little babydoll~" he whispered seductively as he gave your mouth a light peck, moving to start kissing your neck. he took your legs and pushed them up even further, exposing you completely. "are you sure you want this?" he asked in a hushed, teasing voice as he continued to kiss you.
you looked up at him, staring at him with glistening eyes as you nodded your head.
“yes, tetsuro, please”
he stopped moving, and just stared at you for a few seconds. "thank you, baby-" he said in a soft voice and kissed you on the lips. he felt so bad for kenma... but he can't deny the enjoyment he was feeling right now.
kuroo continued to kiss your neck, slowly letting his fingers slide down your body once again, as his other hand went to your leg. you could feel him playing with the tie for the bikini bottoms, toying with it to the point where it was almost loose. it made you realize that his fingers were so long in comparison to yours, and made you wonder how his fingers might feel when he used them on you.
he slowly untied the bikini string, letting them fall, revealing you in your entirety. "you look so gorgeous, kitten," he said in a soft voice as he brought his face closer to yours.
the moment the string was fully untied and the fabric pulled away, he began to run his long fingers all over your body. he moved his other hand, lifting you over to him so that your body was now on top of his. "chibi-chan~" he said in a soft and seductive voice. “i’ve always wanted this~”
you were straddling his head, and you were confused for a moment about why he put you in this position until he started moving his mouth. he slowly stuck his tongue out, licking long stripes down your folds. toying with the skin around your pussy, teasing as he barely missed the areas you wanted him to touch most. you let out one of the loudest whines you’d ever done before, sounding almost pathetic in your want for him.
he laughed, ”you are so loud." he whispered in a teasing tone against your skin, his breath sending chills across your body. he continued to play with you for a bit, licking circles on your thighs and folds until he looked up at you and said “i have an idea."
"do you trust me, baby?" he asked, murmuring between kisses.
you nodded your head fast. “i trust you with everything tetsuro.”
he can't help but feel protective and responsible in your reaction... for some reason, despite how much lust and excitement he felt from seeing you like this. "lie on your stomach for me, baby.”
you lifted your legs from their position around his head, turning around and crawling forward on the bed. you sat on your knees for a second, catching your breath before he pressed you into the position where he wanted you- laying on your stomach, your legs slightly propped up. your head was on a pillow, and you turned to look back at him. ”w-what's next, tetsuro?”
"put your hands behind your back,” he said in a soft voice. he knew you trusted him, but it felt better doing it this way. at least for him.
kuroo tied your hands with his belt so that you could not move them, tugging slightly to make sure it was secure. "is this okay with you?" he asked.
you nodded your head slowly. "y-yeah, it's okay.”
he smirked with a playful and seductive smile, and began to play with you. "oh, look at those asscheeks,” he said in a gravelly voice. "just begging to be kissed and punished... aren't they?” he moved in close to you, and began to make small circles on your thighs with his tongue.
light noises were leaving your throat as you felt his actions. you were unable to do anything, but somehow it turned you on more. kuroo’s tongue kept getting higher and higher as he licked up your thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to your pussy. whenever you would whine, he would spank you lightly, trying to punish you, but somehow it made you feel even better. it felt so naughty while he did things to your body like that.
"do you like that, darling? do you like how i spank you?" he asked in a teasing voice, as he continued to kiss your body, making small circles with his tongue on your thighs and kneading the skin.
“i l-love it, t-tetsuro” your legs squeezed together around his head, trying to keep him there, doing what he was doing. your body was quivering from all the stimulation he was giving you, and it felt so good.
kuroo laughed. "your legs are squeezing me," he said, using his lips to explore you even more. he was sucking on your body so hard that you were sure he’d be leaving marks, nibbling and pulling at your skin with his teeth to make you whimper even more. "i hope you’re prepared for the next part…” he said in a teasing voice.
he kept licking higher and higher, until you finally felt the tip of his tongue swipe through the folds of your pussy, ghosting the entrance. a yelp escaped your mouth, as you whined for him. "yes, tetsuro! yesss…”
he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound you made, smiling as he continued to make circles around the hole. "yes, what, chibi-chan?" he asked with a seducing voice. “do you want more?~”
“m-m-more,” your legs were shaking as you tried to hold yourself at least slightly up for him, trying to shuffle closer to his face.
"you sure, baby? not everyone can handle me.." kuroo said with a smirk on his face. he was teasing you so much, definitely taking his time to prolong the night. "is this really what you want, chibi-chan~?" he said in a slightly condescending tone, as his tongue continued to circle your entrance.
"y-yessss, pleaseeee” you were whining so loud at this point, wanting his tongue to do more
"i don't think you are prepared for this, babydoll... what if i’m too good?" he said, teasing you even more with the tone of his voice before his tongue suddenly made contact with your pussy unannounced.
when his tongue finally went in, you yelped, and then groaned loudly from the contact. ”s-so good, tetsuro-“
his tongue licking in and out was unlike anything you'd felt before then. he was sucking and scooping you slick out of your pussy like he was starved, moaning from the taste and sending vibrations across that made you throw your head back in pleasure. when he pulled his head back, his jaw was wet, covered in your slick, and he licked his lips. the sight alone made a loud moan escape your throat.
he let out a deep laugh. "you were not prepared at all, kitten~" kuroo said in a teasing tone. he was definitely not holding back... "i am so proud of you, baby~" he whispered in a soft voice, lowering his head again as he began to work his mouth on you again. his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling it and flicking it quickly with his tongue.
it was so much- his tongue mapping your body, his big callused hands holding you down tightly, the sounds of him moaning into your cunt as he worked your body.
”-tetsuro, i’m-i’m gonna…”
you were close already.
"yes, darling-" he said in a teasing voice, murmuring against your pussy. "be as loud as you want~," he said in a seductive tone as his tongue began to work you faster, pushing deeper in an attempt to hit your sweet spots.
is this really happening? if this is real, kenma would be so mad if he knew…
you felt your cunt begin to squeeze tight, and a shrieking yelp left your throat as your body felt like it was exploding. you were panting, your body shaking and spasming, the pressure in your pussy feeling like you were being crushed. when you finally had the ability to open your eyes, you turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking back at you with wide eyes, his face soaking wet. “y-you just squirted… on my face…” he whispered slowly, looking shocked.
he got on the bed and sat down beside you, smiling lightly, but you could tell in his eyes he looked surprised and confused…
he put his hands on your hips and helped you sit up in his lap. you were so small in comparison to his large frame, so petite in his eyes.
"chibi-chan... how did you come so easy like that?" kuroo asked in a teasing voice, as he pulled you in closer to him. he untied your hands and you immediately slumped forward, grabbing his shoulders and breathing hard.
"y-you make me like this tetsuro… thank you.”
he looked at you as his fingers ran through your hair. "is this the first time you have felt like this?" he asked in a softer, almost concerned tone. “was… was i the first?”
you looked up at him and nodded slowly. "that's never happened before… didn't know i could…” you stayed silent for a minute before squeezing your eyes shut. "i-i've never been with anyone before... but i think i'm ready though.”
“... i think you are, too," he said simply, as his eyes stared deeply into yours. you could tell this was something he hadn't expected you to say.
"chibi-chan... i know this sounds weird, but... do you want me to be your first?" kuroo asked slowly... his tone was soft, and it carried some weight to it. like he genuinely wanted to be with you.
you stared into his eyes and nodded slowly. ”yes... i want it to be you." you tightened your hold around him, trying to think of how to say what you felt. “i think i’ve always wanted it to be you.”
he froze. "no way-" he said softly and in a teasing voice, as he held you by the hips again. "do you really mean it, chibi-chan? baby, i… what about kenma? the friendship we all have?”
he paused for a minute, thinking before he spoke again. “was i your first love?" he asked slowly, his voice heavy. you nodded your head.
"from the first time i saw you with kenma, i knew it was you. playing volleyball with my brother, i thought i was just happy that he had a friend. but the more i got to know you, the more i was around you, started to realize it wasn't just happiness. it was love too.”
this moment was... so precious to him, but he also was feeling sad for you... you’d known each other for so many years...
he began smiling. "chibi-chan... can i ask you one last question... before i do anything else?"
"w-what is it tetsuro?”
"this isn't just sex. you actually want me to make love to you, right?" he asked in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... are you sure you want to do this with me?”
you stared deep into his eyes, nodding your head. "i basically saved myself for you... and you just did all that to me, i wouldn't want it to end now. i wouldn't want this with anyone else.”
saved myself for you…
those four words made this feel like the most special moment of his life. the way you looked at him, and the way your words carried so much meaning... so sweet, yet so tempting. a forbidden relationship…
"then..." he said in a whispering voice. "chibi-chan... let's do this.” he hoped you wouldn't regret this afterwards, but... he just knew you wouldn't.
kuroo lightly lifted you by the hips, laying you down on the bed and leaning over you. he began to kiss you, slower and with more passion than he had previously. it felt like he was trying to somehow express even more how much this meant to him, how much he actually felt for you. his hands ran up and down your sides, and the only thing that separated you by now were his black boxers…
the sounds of your moans were so precious to him, telling him just how much you wanted him, reminding him how much this whole encounter meant to both of you. he just couldn't resist anymore, and he began to move his hand downward… with the sound of fabric falling, his boxers were now on the floor as well.
your eyes were squeezed shut as he kissed you, and with him propped over your body, you couldn't see anything. but you could definitely feel when he took his boxers off- something warm, heavy, and stiff suddenly hitting your stomach. you opened your mouth as you sucked in a breath, not knowing what he was planning on doing to you next.
he had never seen an expression like this from you. you looked so lovely, yet so confused. you looked... pure in this moment. like an angel atop his bedsheets. and that was precisely what he was about to change right now…
“-tetsuro?”
you looked up at him, staring into his eyes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter. "i'm ready.”
this was it for him- he finally had the opportunity to make love to you. but something about your eyes... the way you looked right at him, and then you said those soft words… he knew he would never forget this moment. "baby... i…” he said in a soft voice. "i love you…”
and with those words, he claimed you…
your breath caught as you felt him press in, a moan escaping your mouth from the feeling. the head of his cock was fat, pushing in slowly like a suction cup stretching you out. it made your pussy ache, but you were already craving more. the further he pressed in, the more full you felt, your tight cunt sucking him in. "i-i love you too" you whispered out. "y-you feel so good…”
he could feel your body shaking... he could see your eyes slowly looking away as you were trying your best to hide your face. this was so precious to him…
"look at me darling." he whispered in a soft voice as he held you by the hips. "let me see you..." you were so beautiful to him right now... he wanted to replay this moment in his memories for as long as he lived.
"-so big" your voice was coming out in gasps; you weren't expecting this. you looked at him with your eyes glazed over, tears prickling in the corners as you felt him finally stop moving. kuroo was fully sheathed inside you, the heavy tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with a pressure that made you mewl. he slowly began to move, pulling out until just the tip was left in, before slowly pushing back forward. the more he moved, the faster he began to go.
your expressions were so cute... so pure... it was driving him insane. "you're so sweet, kitten." he whispered in a gentle tone. "just like this, okay? let's look at each other.” your eyes shifted so you were staring deeply into each other, and he could feel that you were just as passionate about this as he was. you were just as invested.
when your eyes were locked on each other's, you could almost feel his emotions. his eyes were shining as he stared down at you whenever you’d make a noise. his eyebrows would furrow with concentration whenever he’d speed up or grip you stronger. this was so much more than you could have imagined it would be. and yet somehow you still wanted more. “h-harder…”
he was smiling. "whatever you want, baby…" he said in a gentle, but seductive tone, thrusting with each word. “ask, and i'll do it.”
he started to pick up his pace, snapping his hips harder to push in with more force. it made you whimper and moan louder, murmuring his name in a string of sloppy words that barely formed real sentences. kuroo wanted more too... his heart felt like it was beating faster and faster by the second.
you could hear the bed shifting now, bumping the wall whenever he’d push forward. the sound of your skin hitting louder as he sped up more. your cunt began to tighten again, like earlier, and you knew this time what was about to happen.
"..tetsuro..." you panted and whined out.
"chibi-chan..?" he asked in a questioning tone. "baby, are you already…”
no way… he thought as he kept speeding up. he wanted to give you everything that you deserved at this moment.
your teeth began to grit as you squeezed your face, eyebrows knit and eyes practically glued shut. "i-ah!" your pussy clenched around him as you came again, spraying around his cock and leaving a puddle to form under your ass. he looked down on you, surprised you had come so fast, but that face quickly turned back into a smirk. it made him feel even more confident, even more turned on when he realized he made you cum twice. he kept moving, faster than before.
"oh my god..." he whispered in a soft voice. “baby, i…”
kuroo felt like he was about to explode. he could barely contain himself as he kept speeding up even more. "please..." he said in a hushed tone. "i feel so close, baby..." his eyes were so focused on you, and his mind was racing. "want... to... to…”
"please tetsuro... want you to cum in me,” you were panting into his ear as he burrowed his head into your neck. you wanted him so bad.
'i'm... so..." his eyes were shut against your neck. “i'm so..." his mind felt like he was floating, unstable and shaky from uncertainty. "close," he grunted out. “chibi-chan…" his movements were so much more forceful.
he was grunting louder now, practically growling in your ear as he was becoming more and more aggressive. you heard him let out a final moan, before stalling his hips and shuttering. you felt his hot ropes of cum begin to shoot into your cunt, filling it with his warmth.
"baby.." he whispered in a deep tone. "you made me... feel so.." he couldn't even explain it with words right now. he pulled away from you, sliding out and laying down on the bed beside you with a smile on his face. his fingers trailed your jawline as you lay there, your head on his chest, until you both fell asleep.
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after some time, kenma came over to kuroo's house to find a charger that he accidentally left over. but what he found instead when he walked into the room was his little sister and best friend, asleep on top of each other, obviously not dressed under the blanket they shared.
he shook kuroo lightly, trying to wake him up.
kuroo lazily opened his eyes, as he slowly turned to look at him. he gave him a soft smile. "oh... hey kenma..." he said in a calm voice. "what do you need?”
and that's when he looked down and remembered. he saw that you were lying on top of him, barely covered... was this really happening?
kenma slowly walked closer to the bed, staring at what was in front of him. "i came over to find my charger, but i guess i found my sister too…” he looked between you and kuroo. "you two slept together, didn't you? it'd explain the lack of clothes.”
kuroo felt his cheeks heat up, blushing even redder than they were prior. "yes kenma... we... we did." he said softly as he turned to look at him. "chibi-chan and i... i’ve been keeping feelings for her for a while now, and she did for me too…” he really, really didn't want to make this sound awkward, but his friend deserved the truth.
kenma stared down at you two, seeming to try and process what was happening before him. he stuttered a few times, trying to grasp what to say, before he finally spoke up. "just don't hurt her, okay? if you do, i'm going to purposefully send you bad sets for the rest of the season.”
when he looked back at kuroo’s face, he rolled his eyes before smiling lightly. “and clean her up, would you? i can see your… leftovers on her, it's kinda gross.”
kuroo blushed deeper at kenma’s observation, looking down to notice the small puddle of cum sitting next to your thigh that had obviously dripped out of you.
"we get it, kenma, haha." he whispered in a joking tone as he rubbed your back. "we'll take care of things now.” he turned his head to see your face, you really were asleep. “chibi-chan?”
kenma smiled as he grabbed his charger from the table, shaking his head while shutting the door and leaving the house. you were curled up in kuroo's lap, breathing slowly as you dreamed.
you really were fast asleep... kuroo’s heart was still pounding. this really happened…
he looked down at you, your beautiful face soft and peaceful. he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to wake you up yet.
“sleeping beauty…" he whispered as he gently caressed your hair. for the time being, at least, he just wanted to hold you close to him. you felt so precious, and you were finally his.
i guess i’m doing tags now bc i was asked lol, leave a comment or note in reblogs if you want me to add you to the list for future fics! - @tsukiran @msbyomimi
a/n: this one was a bit shorter than the last fic, but it’s bc i was writing another one at the same time & that one’s gonna be multiple chapters so uh yah prep for that lol
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : BDSM, heavy dom/sub dynamic, master/slave dynamic, dubcon/cnc, age gap, wax play, bondage, impact play, degradation, temperature play, marking [ feel free to add more ]
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : landing a spot for your internship program, you found yourself entangled with a handsome yet burdensome boss and at the same time, charming master in the club.
The first time you stepped into the exclusive club downtown, you knew there laid a whole new world where only some people could see it. Never mind about being a regular, taking a peek inside the grand building was already more than enough for most.
But, thanks to your little connection and a bit of cash you had, it wasn't hard to be a holder of a silver card—one of the highest ranks one could achieve here and only a rank below the gold and two below the diamond, a rank that was only passed down to a family member of the founder of this club—something that even money and power couldn't attain.
To ensure your anonymity, it was a must to wear a mask and change your clothes inside the changing room beside the entrance before going to the lobby and ballroom to mingle with the other members. "This way, miss," a waitress led you to the hall before serving you a glass of champagne, pulling a chair for you as you scanned the room to find someone to spend tonight with.
Of course, it didn't apply to everyone. Some people in this probably had a contract and submitted only to one master when they felt connected and trusted each other after a while, forging a new bond on the paper under the supervision of the club themselves to prevent any trouble that might tarnish its reputation.
As one of the members who didn't have any contract, yet, you were here to find a master, hoping there was someone who wouldn't force you to submit like the last one—shuddering at the thought of submitting to someone unable to control their emotions and so easy to provoke.
A quiet screech from the chair beside you pulled you back from your daydream, finding a tall young man with half of his face covered by a black, expensive Colombina mask—looking at you through his thick lashes behind it. "Do you mind?" You shook your head, finding yourself intrigued and attracted to the mysterious man with a low voice, flashing you a halfhearted smile as you placed down your now empty glass.
"Even if I say no, you would still sit yourself, sir," you replied, getting chills down your spine as he chuckled lightly at your answer, propping his elbow against the table while resting his right cheek on his fist. "Correct," he replied, taking strands of your hair before watching them slipping away in-between his fingers languidly.
"You know, miss," he tilted his head slightly, looking at your hair—almost mesmerised at their appearance, "your hair reminds me of spider's threads," he snickered lightly, ruining your image of him. Yet, there was no hint of insult, he stated it as if it was a compliment one always receives in their daily life.
"When I was a child, there's this myth, saying how each thread a spider makes represents hope and fragility—and if they're combined and tied together, they can cast out bad lucks," he continued, keeping his eyes on your luscious lock of hair and then placing his hand on your upper arm, giving it a slight squeeze before standing up from the chair, blocking your view. "And maybe, you'll be my lucky charm for tonight," he looked down, hair casting down a shadow that covered the side of his face, giving you a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.
"Come to the fourth floor if you're interested. I will make sure that it's worth it for you," he let your arm go before walking upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded and almost losing your composure at the domineering aura he exuded so easily. "That was interesting," you muttered under your breath, looking at the fourth floor while thinking about how important this man was to have an access to the highest floor in this building.
You spent the rest of your night without doing any much, finding none of these people were entertaining or at least, decent enough to spend a night with. "Should I?" You gulped down your spit, threading your fingers through your hair as his voice ringing in your head, wishing your touch was enough to replace his lingering one.
Faint steps of your expensive Louboutin echoed through the soft, burgundy carpet; hiding your thumping heartbeat as you stood up in front of his room. "Here goes nothing," you knocked on the door and slipping into the room once you got permission to enter, taking one last glance behind your back before the door completely shut you off from inside.
The room was unexpectedly simple, there was no extravagant decorations nor expensive furniture made from sandalwood. There was a single king-size canopy bed with dark emerald green curtains and two nightstands beside it with a small table lamp on top on the left nightstand. "Take your clothes and mask off." His back was facing you and his tone was icy cold, making it hard for you to believe it was the same man who called you his lucky charm without knowing your name.
"It's not permitted to take one's mask off."
"Not when a diamond told you to do that, lowlife."
His voice dripped with venom, no honeyed words nor sweet smile accompanied it. Just pure menace and will to put you in your place as a lower class.
"How should I address you?"
"Master or sir will do, little one."
You went quiet for a while, thinking about leaving the room and telling the receptionist that you didn't feel safe around this man—meaning he wouldn't be able to meet you again even if he held the highest rank in this building. But, a little part of you were curious about how much you could do to push his button and how long he could last before you found someone else to be with next week.
After stripping your outfit down, you were hesitant to take your mask off; feeling suspicious of his motive and also curious about how mighty a diamond was as the direct descendant of the founder. "Done," you placed your mask on the nightstand, walking in his direction while wrapping your arms around your sides, avoiding his eyes when they scanned your body from top to toe.
"On your stomach," he gestured to the bed as you laid down on your back, burying your face into the group of plushy pillow, waiting for his next order or move. Without any warning, he put on a blindfold on you and shushed you from making any voice without his permission, massaging your sides and digging his fingers into fat of your thighs.
Pressing his lips behind your ear and below your jaw, his nails gripped your figure tighter and let his hot breath fanned your nape, watching it turning red like the tip of your ears with a lazy grin, noticing how affected you were by these simple touches he made.
"Should I continue with you here or leave you asking for more next time we see each other?"
His voice was low, but it was enough to make you scoff in frustration as he pressed your body into the bed, dipping both of his knees beside your body while trying to memorise your face and any distinctive features of your body, running his fingers over your ribcages before grinning from ear to ear once you let out a whine, already know the answer to his question.
"I'll be in your care from now on." you bowed your head, taking a deep breath as your first internship program began to start.
As a daughter from a rich family, it was easy to land a spot in a big company—especially when it was owned by your parent's friend. The time your third year started, your parents had offered some companies that might help you with your grade and connection, asking some of their friends for some recommendations before giving the list to you.
Lucky for you, Choi Enterprise gave one of the highest position an intern could have and they also had stated in the contract that they'd give you a big amount of monthly payment with some bonus if you were willing to work as their eldest's personal secretary; something that even you wouldn't be able to ignore.
So, when you decided to take the offer and introduced yourself as the heir's personal secretary, you didn't know what kind of life that would you be led to once you saw him for the first time.
Due to his position, he had to leave Seoul at young age before coming back from the States to continue his family's business, finding most of it to be a nuisance and something he started to hate—giving him more reason to despise it when he's told that his parent's friend's daughter would work under him as his personal secretary for her internship for three months.
"Three months, huh?" He flicked the documents away before slamming them down his desk, looking at your unflinching figure with hatred and anger because he couldn't scare you, "it's quite long."
For you, three months were too short for an internship program. But, for him, it was too long because he would be stripped off from his freedom and work from nine to five or maybe more for the whole week without any break or some entertainment on weekends for the whole season.
"I'll take my leave now, sir."
You muttered under your breath, hating yourself for calling someone else with that nickname when it was reserved for him only. Lower lip jutting out before stepping out from your boss's office and entering yours, letting out a deep sigh after closing the door behind.
Taking your heels off, you massaged your feet and rolling the stockings down before putting them away, checking for any bruises or cuts after walking and standing on them for hours. Trying to apply some ointment over your cuts on the heels, you couldn't help but let out a huff and tossed it away on your table, finding it hard to treat your injuries inside your current outfit.
Sitting on your leather couch, you couldn't help but cursed under your breath before finally able to treat your injury, slumping against the seat while looking at the calendar in front of you, realising how bad this internship could get even when there was nothing wrong with the job.
The first day wasn't bad, but it was pretty boring for you. Some co-workers asked if the manager was hot or not, only to leave you alone when you wouldn't give his number (which you didn't have) to them, saying you were keeping him all to yourself.
Most of time you would spend hours in front of the computer, managing his schedules and also answering calls from other branches before bringing him his favourite coffee, finding it dumped into the trash bin because he wanted to drink tea one day. "I will buy you tea later," you replied, turning on your heels before he stopped you, motioning you to walk in his direction before giving you a stack of documents, asking you to throw them into the shredder.
Without asking much, you decided to do what he said before stepping out from his room, not knowing what kind of information they held as you put them inside the machine, leaving the rest of it to continue your work.
"What the actual fuck!"
If the walls can hear, you swore that they'd wish that they weren't able to because your boss was currently more than pissed at your negligence when a board meeting would be held soon and his reports were reduced to ashes, no lead and no collection of memory of it getting lost.
For the first time ever, you were actually scared of him. He was always mad at you, but this time, it was justified and you didn't know what to do to fix it. "I will print it again!" Walking to your computer, you were sure that someone had cursed today because it went dead and needed to be fixed for, at least, five days while the meeting would start in less than a week.
You weren't lying when you said you had to stay inside your office for three days straight while working on his reports to take a responsibility over this matter, letting out a loud groan before printing them and placing them on top of his glass desk with a smile, feeling actually proud for yourself to do this without your parent's help.
As a reward for finishing these documents, you decided to finally pay the club a visit after going MIA for the whole month, hoping the mysterious diamond would be there to see you again at the hall or maybe inside his room, if you were lucky enough.
"I have to go now."
Running his eyes over your smooth legs, Yeonjun couldn't help but feel guilty for treating you in a harsh way when you were only a college student in their internship program yet landed on someone like him as your boss.
But, he knew it was the only way he could do to make sure you spend more time with him outside the club, enjoying every second as he turned you into his little obedient secretary, one who couldn't even question his decision or bother to check if the documents were truly gone. "What a dumb girl," he chuckled under his breath, looking at your perfect reports and comparing them to his messy and half-assed one, hiding them deep inside his drawer to avoid any suspicion.
Putting on his coat, he informed the receptionist about his personal business before leaving his office and going down to the parking lot, staring at your empty spot few cars away from his—realising that you had probably gone to the club before him. "What if she didn't go to the club, though?" He put his hand on the wheel, shaking the thoughts off his head and driving straight to the club, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of you, looking like a pretty dove as usual.
Entering the club, he made sure to fix his mask and straighten down his shirt, looking at the dance floor for any sign of you from the upstairs. "I thought she'd be here," he propped his cheek against his fist, eyes wouldn't leave anyone in white attires, wishing one of them were you before letting out a sigh of disappointment.
Twenty minutes before the clock strike twelve, he found the familiar sight of your mask, one that looked like a matching pair of his. The dress you wore hugged your upper arms and waist tightly, leaving some space as they fell gracefully from your figure, clinging onto you as you entered the hall without any effort to be noticed.
"Been a while, yes?"
Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, guiding his hand to the small of your back before leading you into his room, fulfilling his promise to you.
There was no significant difference inside, except for the dark emerald waistcoat on the armchair, resting on top of a document. You weren't able to see it under the dim light inside the room, but Yeonjun knew his way and pinned you down against the sheet, pushing the dress up to your waist, running his thumbs along your inner thighs.
Spreading your thighs while keeping you in place, Yeonjun dug his nails into your skin before peeling your panties off slowly, staring at the semi-translucent strings before throwing it to the corner of the room. "Did you touch yourself on the way to here?" With a small nod, you confirmed his suspicion and earned a harsh slap on your folds, clit pulsing slowly before his thumb rubbing it almost incessantly, leaving no time for you to take a break nor processing whatever was happening right now.
"Face down, ass up."
Yeonjun was able to reduce you to nothing and if it didn't turn you on so bad, maybe watching him having a full control over you might work. His fingers pressed down a certain spot inside you, making you arched your back as he grinned at the sight, enjoying every curves and crevices of your figure.
Rubbing your ass gently, he took a candle on the nightstand before burning the tip, letting the hot wax dripping down to your back to test the water. He knew it'd be cruel of him to hurt you, but if he had a chance to do everything to your body for his pleasures, he'd always snatch it right away.
"M-master!"
You sobbed, shaking slightly underneath him as the burning pain kept you in your place. It started slow and easy, making you hissing slightly once it touched your back before it getting higher and closer to you sensitive parts. Hips, thighs and ass — you knew he purposely avoid the spot where you need him the most to intensity the pain.
Yeonjun stopped when the candle had lost most of its shape, running his thumb over the sore spots on your body after peeling the wax off and placing soothing cream over them. Examining each of them thoroughly, he made sure none of them would leave any marks or long-term injuries, giving you a sight to lay down a bit for a small break.
"Colour?"
"Yellow."
He gave you a nod, taking a glass of water before cradling your head in his arms as you drank it down. Placing the glass back to the nightstand, you couldn't help but snuggle up into his chest, feeling the warmth he exuded as he held you tight — almost forgot about how he treated your body few minutes ago.
Giving him a hint that you were ready to continue, you peeled yourself off his chest while staring at his belt, shaking the thought off your mind—which didn't go unnoticed by Yeonjun as he took it off and securing your wrists with it.
"Now, be a good whore for me and take whatever I give to you." He hissed into your ear, snapping his hips against yours with low groans leaving past his lips and the room began to be filled with filthy squelching noise and weak whimpers from you, trying to move your hands to find something to grab on as Yeonjun increased his pace.
"Stop it."
He landed a harsh slap on your thigh and buried his nose into your neck, pressing kisses and bite marks all over it—making sure everyone knew you were his only the time you left this room after he was done with you. Feeling your walls squeezed him tighter, he began to slow his thrusts down and pulled out, cumming all over your back—watching his seeds dripping down your thighs to the sheet, groaning at the sight while pumping himself again, not feeling like leaving you alone.
Not when you looked so sweet and vulnerable, on your knees and elbows while waiting for him to fill you up with his cums again.
Mikasa would adore tying you up and laying you out in the prettiest set of panties and the necklace she got you on your third date💕 pressing a vibrator to your covered cunt and biting her lip when you gasp and moan and whimper all needy and breathy 💕 watching you grind against the pulsing bulb and hearing the muffled squelch and squish of your pussy, panties moving and creasing and flashing your pretty pretty drippy folds to her 💕 murmuring at how good you’re being, all restrained and folded and knotted, yet still grinding against the toy, getting yourself off, tossing your head back and arching when she presses it just a little higher and the vibrations get a little less muted, a little less indirect 💕 desperately humping the silicon, hips coiling and curling up and down and around and around while she sits on her knees barely moving, barely breathing cause you’re just a sight to behold 💕
warnings: smut/18+/minors and ageless blogs DNI, cockwarming, bondage, blindfolding, choking, fear play (?) its all consensual!! oh and scream spoilers i guess!
a/n: new blog, still a slut for eren (and now ghostface). happy fall y’all, watch a scary movie 🖤
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
His breath is hot against your shoulder, tone irritated as you pay him no mind. You’re too focused on the screams coming from the TV, much to Eren’s dismay, slapping his hand away as he tries to fiddle with the hem of your skirt again.
“Eren, shut up and pay attention to the movie.”
“Pay attention to the movie? How the fuck are you paying attention to the movie? I am literally inside you for fucks sake, pay attention to me.”
He jostles you in his lap for good measure, his thick cock rubbing against your walls in just the right ways that you want to moan, but you settle for curling your toes into the fabric of your socks to deny him the satisfaction.
“I didn’t miss that, you know,” Eren snorts behind you. “So can we turn this off so I can fuck you now? We’ve seen Scream a million times.”
“And we’ll see it a million times more. It’s the first day of fall, we watch a scary movie. That’s what we do. It’s a law somewhere. So shut up or I’m getting off you.”
He acquiesces, nuzzling his head in the crook of your shoulder as the citizens of Woodsboro get terrorized before you.
But the silence is temporary, another haughty huff coming from your boyfriend when Billy Loomis gets hauled away in cuffs.
“Eren. What did I say about silence,” you threaten.
“Sorry, I just can’t believe he’s the reason we watch this horror movie first.”
“Why not?”
“For starters, his name is Skeet.”
“And you refused to spell your name with the E until you were seven, and yet you’ve made it this far in life. And with that, Aron, I’m leaving. Goodbye, buzzkill.”
You place your hands on his thighs as you lift yourself of him, wincing from the emptiness as you smooth out your skirt.
And while you expect more complaining followed by a relcultant apology, you don’t expect the dark chuckle that rises from Eren’s chest, his hand reaching out to grab yours before you can leave saying “Oh, you aren’t going anywhere.”
His grip is strong, grasping both wrists in one hand as he reaches for his abandoned belt to tie your hands behind your back, picking you up from behind and tossing you back on the bed so you’re underneath him.
You look back at him with a knotted brow, irritated as you being to curse at him, but he’s just looking down at you with a devilish glint in his eyes, the whites of his devious grin the last thing you see before he pulls your headband down your eyes.
His weight gets lifted off the bed when the room goes dark, and you squirm in your binds — the air now feels colder against your skin, the sounds from the TV louder with the loss of your sight.
And you can’t suppress the shiver that runs down your spine, the shrieking from the movie setting you on edge as the bed creaks once again, Eren’s strong hands ghosting up the soft skin of your legs as he flips up your skirt to admire your glistening pussy, the low moan he gives at the sight causing to you to drip more on to the fabric below.
“Alright you’ve had you’re fun, Eren, just —”
Your words get caught in your throat as you feel him grip your neck, a gasp tumbling out of your lips when he gives your carotids a soft squeeze.
That dark laugh is back, you heard it get louder as he lowers himself on to you. It’s rumbling against your skin as he kisses up your neck, teeth tugging your left earlobe before he speaks once again.
“Why didn’t you want to talk to me? Did I really have to get you like this to pay attention to me?” He’s rasping, the dripping sarcasm and incredulous tone of his voice matching the villain from the movie that continues to drone in the background.
His thumb brushes against your cheek, and you instinctively turn towards it, waiting with a bated breath for his next words as his free hand inches down to play with your slick folds.
“You like scary movies so much you couldn’t pay attention to your boyfriend?”
