A/N: WTH APHELION JANDJSHJAS I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT INUI HAHAHAHAH!!! this is such a nice coincidence. Listen! I was just thinking about how pretty he looks in heels! 😔💕 I’m sorry for the filth :c tagging @thevoidwriting because u gave me strength to post this.
Inui (inupi) Seishu x F!reader | ??? Words
Sum: Inui had brought a pair of high heels for you, but he knew who should try them first in order for you to keep them. And so he did. Very soft tbh
Warning: If you’re uncomfortable with pegging or femdoms pls don’t read what’s under the cut. 👀 | Smut MDNI, humping, pegging, dom!reader, sub!Inui. Not edited and no beta.
Inui looked so pretty in them, but he looked the prettiest with his little ass perked up for you—him whining against the couch on D&D motors as your bruising grip propelled your pushes forward. If only Draken knew what transpired in the shop every time he left Inui in charge.
Inui couldn't keep his mouth shut, not with how your hands grasped his hips, thrusting your strap in and out. You kept hitting that spot in his prostate; he felt hot, a full-body sensation, tingles in his groin. Your hand shifted towards his blond hair, pulling and making him stretch his neck in your direction. You could see his Adam’s apple bob in rhythm with your hips. Inui’s eyes were shining with unreleased tears as his mouth left tiny sounds in between puffs of hair—your name being one of them. Twisting your position, you felt Inui tense. The blond felt that building pressure hit the point of no return—his balls tensed as strings of sticky white cum dirtied the couch.
Now strap on the floor; grunts and moans filled the air as you pumped his cock, helping him with his release. A still panting Inui pulled you towards him, begging with his eyes. He still wanted your touch. He needed it. And you obliged, telling how he was such a good boy for you—always listening and eager for you. Kissing Inui is a fantastic experience, soft lips, long lashes fluttering against your cheeks, little mewls as your tongue invaded his mouth.
Somehow Inui ended on top of you as the kiss prolonged. He dragged his chest on yours just to feel your nipples roll on his skin. You felt his softening member stroke your folds; he was slightly humping his cock against your cunt.
“Oh? Does my baby wants more?” you cued at his desperate humps, the rocking of his hips never stopping.
Another mewl left Inui as he tried to speak; he knows you want answers, and Inui doesn't want you upset. So he tries, “I- I-” hot puffs of hair hit your sweaty skin, “I w- want you- u to feel g- good too,” he could barely let out as your juices dampened him the more he rubbed his cock against you.
Caressing his face, you saw the adoration in his eyes; how could you not let him have some more, “go ahead, baby,” you approved, and without wasting time, he shoved his semi-flaccid cock in you. Not yet hard due to his recent orgasm, “That’s it, you’re such a good boy for me,” you brushed your fingers through his hair. Whimpers and whines left Inui’s lips. From what? He didn't know. It could be from your gentle touch, your words, or the sensitivity of his cock and your warmth hugging him. Or all of them at the same time. But one thing he was sure of was that he never wanted to leave your arms.
I HATE YOU (I NEED YOU) || mitsuya takashi x fem reader
» summary: a late night at the office turns out to be your opportunity to finally ruin your boss, the bane of your existence, Mitsuya Takashi.
» contains: 2.2k+ words. office au, femdom! sadist reader, sub! masochist mitsuya, anal fingering, usage of sex toys (vibrator), light degradation, blackmailing, semi-public sex, slight dumbification, spitting, spanking/impact play (with hands only), slapping, slight delusional reader (just that she thinks that mitsuya is making her life horrible), manipulation (kinda), usage of the word ‘sir’, no beta meh lazy
» end note: an entry for she's a maneater collab <;3 hating the way this ended, the summary makes me want to puke
» mention(s): @kisakunt
🏷️ nsfw masterlist ㅤㅤ🏷️ she's a maneater collab
Mitsuya Takashi
The infamous CEO of TM company, the handsome and young genius head that everyone envies. The bastard who gained the favor of every employee, bowing down at him like he's some sort of God. Confidently striding down the hallway, dominance and confidence radiating off of him. Passing by the hallways with that stupid warm smile on his face. God it pisses you off.
You don't know when or how it all started, how that inexplicable hatred turned into abhorrence, not that you care, honestly. Just breathing the same air as him is fucking outrageous. Sharing the same room, seeing him almost every second of the day, your entire life.
It's infuriating and makes your blood boil every time you see him. Every time you hear his name, your patience wears thin, all you wanted to do was to wipe that smile off his face.
“Ah miss L/n aren't these the documents I ordered you to revise last week? Why haven't you finished it yet? Are you slacking off on your job?” there's something underlying his tone you think– something hinting with spite and entertainment. it's driving you insane. It's the same voice he used to woo those idiot coworkers of yours, that voice that kept on haunting you even in the dead of night.
“I apologize sir, I'll finish it before the end of the day” you could feel the mocking gazes from the other employees, throwing you an amused grin. It's fucking annoying, it's all because of that stupid guy. He must be relishing the opportunity to humiliate you in front of all the employees.
“Good luck y/n, don't tire yourself. As soon as you finish go home alright” your friend patted your back, packing her things before clocking out. The once busy and crowded office is now quiet and dark. The others had already gone home and left you here.
It's night already and you haven't finished these darned documents yet. Your stomach is already growling from hunger, but you can't not with these documents you need to finish. If it wasn't because of that guy.
It's already 9 pm when you finally finished your task, finally revised the documents he ordered. Gathering your things, you made your way to that asshole's office, resisting the urge to shove it in his face.
The walk to his office is quiet, except the sound of your heels clacking. It's strange that it's eerily quiet, sure it's nighttime but it's never quiet this time of the day. You stood by your boss's door. Knocking once– no answer, twice– still no answer.
That strange feeling resurfacing once again, you wanted to leave it there, to walk away and leave the building. The noises from inside weren't helping either, it only fueled your scorching curiosity. You couldn't wait any longer, opting to satiate your curiosity, you pushed the door open, unable to resist. Stepping inside, you were met with a sight you never expected.
Mitsuya is moaning shamelessly, his eyes clenched shut as his stomach lies flat at his office table. Bucking his hips into the air, you saw something sparkle amidst the dim surrounding, vibrating noises infiltrating your ears.
That's right, you finally realized what it was—a vibrator. He looks like an idiot—he must be sick, with no decency, even in the office. He was so immersed that he didn't feel it when you finally stepped inside, taking out your phone and taking photos of him. Your friend would never believe this.
You decided you'll make this fun, you'll be having the best night of your life. Payback. You moved as discreetly as possible, striding to stand behind him, watching how he's practically shaking from the vibrations.
“Ahh y/n please fuck me more, you're so good” You smirked, listening to his moans and whimpers. He moaned out your name, how cute, what a perverted boss he is.
Removing the vibrator on his ass, you pushed his head down the table surprisingly. “I know you're such a fucking perv” his cheeks were mushed into his table, streaks of tears slipping from his face into the papers.
Even if you loathed this man seeing him all submissive really turns you on, seeing his rim fluttering made you want to annoy the hell out of him.
You trace your finger over the curve of his ass into his hole, observing his every expression. Needy, too aroused, anticipating your every movement, trembling from the cold and from excitement.
You slid your pointer finger into his rim, prodding around to find his prostate. The look on his face is fucking gorgeous. Made you want to fuck him then and there, to eat him up.
“Ah you shouldn't be enjoying this sir, wouldn't it be scandalous if someone finds you in this position?” Your words were coated with mockery, tinged with hints of malice.
For sure, you'd love it if someone surprisingly walked in, seeing their oh-so-perfect boss getting fingered by his mere employee, getting dominated by someone who's much lower than him.
You pointer finger is already knuckles deep, enjoying the way he'll tighten around your finger, sucking him in. Feeling him losing up you inserted another finger, middle and pointer finger hitting his prostate ever so perfectly.
Mitsuya couldn't help it, it felt good– you felt too good. Better than all his toys combine, better than what he imagined it will be.
“Y-y/n keep going, fuck I'm gonna cum” Your fingers curved upwards, causing him to lurch forward and drop all of his belongings on the ground. It feels so fucking good, he wants more. He yearns for more. More than your fingers, he wants you.
Smack, a harsh slap, startled him from his trance. The pain made him mewl in pain and delight, the lingering ache sending a gush of blood to his aching cock, already leaking with cum.
"Pathetic, now you're a masochist?" you land another hard slap into his ass, your chest swelling with pride the longer you stare at your masterpiece. His skin is already blooming red, he's too sensitive and to you it looks adorable.
He would look more beautiful if his body was all tied up, maybe even dolled up, or better yet, decorated with marks, leaving him sobbing and whimpering from the pain you inflicted. That would be incredible.
The fingers inside him still kept on moving, with him bucking his hips to help him reach his peak. You find it quite amusing to see him in such a ridiculous state, so pathetic, so easy to manipulate. His little ah ah ah's are entrancing, something unexpected for such a man who's envied by many. If only they knew.
“I'm gonna cum!” just as he said those words you pulled back, leaving him high and dry. Mitsuya whined at the feeling, missing the fingers that were once shoved up in his ass, those same fingers he imagined everyday.
He wants to cum, fuck, he wants you to see how a good boy he could be. “Ah but why should I let you cum? It's late already. I should probably head home, no?"
It's really hilarious to watch that same guy who walked confidently turn into this, begging you incessantly.
It's satisfying to see him stare at you with doe eyes, his face struck with tears and drool. “Y/n, I'll do anything!” Ah, hearing those words feeds your ego, fulfilling your every desire.
“Is this really something a CEO would do? Just from a photo of you using a sex toy inside the office, you must be so desperate sir” you sat at his swivel chair, the domineering aura from you made Mitsuya tremble in fear and arousal. He wishes for this, he dreamt of it countless times but seeing it in reality is much more exhilarating, much better.
“Yes, I'm desperate, please please fuck me” he's already compliant, was he this much of a pervert. Is he really the same guy you hate with every fiber of your being?
Is Mitsuya Takashi the real guy who made the company flourish in just a matter of a few years? Was he really the same guy who owns the biggest company in Japan? “Fine since you asked so nicely.”
You sat back at his swivel chair, skirt and underwear already discarded. Spreading your legs, you beckoned for him to come closer. “Why don't you make me feel good first?”
You look so enticing, so perfect. your pussy on full display, dripping with slick. Mitsuya got down on his knees, eyeing you and your fluttering hole back to back. He wants to taste you already, to get lost in your taste.
“Get to work already, need I remind you that I'm one step away from posting your photo” he shivered from your tone, there's no ounce that you were kidding. He's afraid that you'll do it, that you'll post his photo, but that was easily replaced with gratitude and excitement.
“Thank you y/n” he delved into your folds, licking your hole up to your clit, rolling the swollen clit in between his teeth.
You taste so immaculate, something that he can only imagine before, but now he's really tasting it, he's finally doing it.
“Fuck keep going” his tongue works like magic, thrusting his tongue into your cunt, savoring every part of you, licking your insides, he feels good. Gripping his hair, you pushed him deeper into your pussy, practically riding his face. Every buck of your hips, you could feel the tip of his nose bumping your clit, making your eyes roll at the back of your head in ecstasy.
“Hng” he can't breathe, can't– won't, he wants to be suffocated by you, to get addicted to your taste. He wants it all, he wants to make you feel good, just like what he's feeling. Mitsuya slid his fingers to his cock, begging for attention, craving for your touch.
He wrapped his palm around his length, stroking it in sync with how you ride his face. “Get your fucking hand out of your cock right now” he can't hear anything, he can't when he's too focused on tongue fucking you.
He can't hear anything except the lewd sounds of him slurping your essence. He can't– not until, a hard slap had him stop for a moment, it stings, it burns. “Dumb already, can't listen to anything yeah? Shouldn't- fuck had to repeat myself, what you deaf now”
Every word dripped with animosity, he should be hurt, should be asking you for forgiveness, for saying those words when you should be the one begging for him– you're higher up.
But he doesn't, he's been mesmerized by you since day one, since you walked inside his office right now and did this to him. He doesn't cause in truth he wanted this more than anything else.
“Keep your hands on your back, touch that cock one more time and shit will happen” he wants to, god he wants to do it so badly, he wants to piss you off. But he'll settle for obeying you right now, he doesn't want to be seen as a brat at first, he wants you to take interest in him, to be good for you.
He gets back to work again. Lapping up at your folds, occasionally nipping your clit, “Shit- yeah just like that gonna fucking cum. Gonna cum at that whore mouth of yours” he wants it, wants to swallow your cum, he wants to fucking savor you.
“Fuck!” your orgasm washes over you, wracking your whole body. Still bucking your hips to ride out your high. This is by far the best orgasm of your life, for someone like him, he sure knows how to use his tongue. He must've done this before.
Leaning back to the chair you watched as his eyes stared at yours, batting his eyelashes, you know what he wants but you're not going to grant him that.
“Sir, you should know that when you need something, you should say it straight to the point” you wanted him to beg, beg like a useless whore that he is. You want to make him feel humiliated, to swoop him from his position. He should definitely learn his place.
“Uhm, I want you to fuck me” it's quiet and unclear, but you heard the grasp of it, you heard– “You sure have a loud mouth whenever you order your employees but why are you suddenly being shy and timid right now”
He knows he's not usually like this, he wasn't shy, wasn't submissive but you, God you made him want to be a fucking slut for you. He wants you to claim his ass, to own his dick, his whole body, make him your own pet.
“Please fuck me!” he shouted, finally finding the courage to tell it straightforwardly. You heard but– that still doesn't mean you'll give him the satisfaction.
“But you see I can't do that. I can only do one thing sir, and that is to keep your little secret, aren't I kind?” his eyes widened, this wasn't supposed to happen, he wants you now.
He wants you to fuck him, to do all those things with him. “N-no wait!” he watched with wide eyes as you fixed yourself, putting your skirt back on and walked through the door. His cock still erect– this wasn't supposed to happen.
“Don't worry sir, I'll make sure to keep your secret safe.”
Yakuza don’t cry, no yakuza were hardened criminals that were tough as nails, with personalities like rusted iron. Yet here he was, weak and wet with tears. His iron-strong will being broken a long time ago, maybe it was when you milked that third orgasm out of him, but who was to say since it seemed like hours ago. That was around the time when he finally became a bit coherent and not just a senile play thing for you to toss around. His “do whatever you want,” attitude was becoming such a bore that fucking felt more like a tedious chore.
Now it seemed you made him eat his words, “do whatever you want.” Was riding his cock until he cried not whatever you wanted? You might have asked him that but he was too busy blubbering...
Wiping away the tears on his wet face—you know how much the tackiness bothers him— how much more pathetic could you get? Begging and pleading about, “too much, too much...” That he couldn’t even say what was too much. The poor guy could barely catch a break, you were so insistent on this, forcing an offer that he can’t refuse, not even if he wanted to.
“Too too much, what?” Mocking back. Nudging your face closer to his, your breath fanning the side of his face and trying to coax him to look at you, to look at you with those beautiful weepy golden eyes.
Turning his face to look you in the eyes, the teary blotchy ones with red stained sclera's, the ones that could tell you without speaking,
warnings: sub oikawa, orgasm denial, overstimulation, porn without plot, usage of a cockring and dildo, pegging, mommy kink, pillow humping
word count: 341 words
a/n: small dick oikawa supremacists rise,,,,,,,,, (not proof read pls have mercy)
“faster mommy”, tōru whines as you slowly fuck his cute little asshole with a glass dildo. it smoothly glides in and out of him and perfectly hits the one spot that makes him feel so good with every stroke.
you have been teasing oikawa for a while now with the slow pace and he started desperately humping the pillow beneath him, whining and with tears in his eyes. he’s babbling something incomprehensible between all the “faster"s and "mommy"s he’s whispering. tōru is so needy and all he wants is to finally release.
he looks so cute with his eyes closed shut, tears staining his flushed cheeks and his ruffled hair. tōru’s ass is high up in the air, moving back and forth in an unstable rhythm, hardly slapping against your hand making the dildo reach even deeper inside him. he whines and moans loudly from the friction.
oikawa reaches down to stroke his dick being squeezed by a cockring but you pull away his hand and press his lower back down onto the bed, making him hump the pillow harder. you pick up the pace with the glass dildo and fuck him harder and faster, pushing tōru closer and closer to the edge. by now he is a crying and whining mess, still fucking himself deeper by rocking back and forth, face pressed into another pillow beneath him, babbling inaudible nonsense.
you finally reach down to his little cock and start jerking him off, finally giving him what he wants. you can tell he’s close by the way his cries are getting louder and so he finally releases on the pillow beneath him, he has been humping so desperately, whining your name combined with endless amounts of "fuck"s and "shit"s. you overstimulate him and keep stroking his small dick until he’s begging you to stop, his whole body shaking. you turn him around on his back and kiss his forehead, telling him what a good boy he is and all you get is one last needy whine.
Tomura likes mean girls, girls who wouldn’t give him the time of day and turn their snooty noses up at him, unless he provoked them. Tugging their skirts just to get them to call him a gross, or pervert.
The sadistic girls who will step on his balls and spit in his mouth if he begs, “Please, be mean to me.”
Those feisty and greedy types that only care for themselves, never letting him finish and only use him as a personal stress toy.
He had no interest in a boring girl who would be good to him and call him sugared-coated pet names like, “sweet boy.” No fun at all.
What shall he ask you do to him today, more pain? He did have a good tolerance for it. Pleasure? To overstimulate him until he was the one squirting. Or what about denying him of any satisfaction all together? So, he was reduced to a begging boy who wanted the mean girl to make him cum. Perhaps he’ll let you decide for him.
Im back w/ more brainrot. I wanna peg Kai so bad ♡♡ watch him babble n beg to cum 😩 - pubby
content warnings: femdom, pegging, brat taming
How would you take him, bent over and begging? Turn the tables and let him sit on your lap? Rough? Or do you want to be gentle and patient with him?
Despite whatever you decide, being out of control and on the receiving end isn't something he wants to admit he enjoys. At first his defiance is genuine, but overtime succumbs to his role as brat.
I bet he'd sound really nice when he's moaning and crying. And to watch his face contort and wince when you fuck him, that'd be perfect.
i gave him something very filthy cause i have a hate love relationship with him🤡
I’m thinking more of pegging Hanma… like he wouldn’t be happy with the idea at first yk? Oh! But later he will be obsessed 😌. I want to bend him over a table 😫 his back muscles 🤤💕 Jajeidjwkfowdkd the meaner they are, the more I want them to submit to me *dreamy sigh* yeah... That’s my gif.
I wanna write another fendom fic but I suck at smut in general so no no no no
