ushijima taking advantage of of manager reader… Ohh…. 😭😭😭!!!
YESSSSSS!
tw: 18+, noncon/dubcon
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top ace ushijima vs team manager… there’s a natural hierarchy. and he takes FULL advantage of it.
i can just see him cornering you in the storage room, or the locker room, or anywhere he can lock the door and pin you down somewhere — against the wall or on a bench. anywhere he can use his full strength against you as you squirm and get all teary-eyed.
“don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
“you know i focus better when you cooperate.”
“you want me at my best, don’t you?”
you do, of course you do. you’d feel so badly if anything were to go wrong because of you. so if the star player needs to stuff your little cunny full so he can be on his A-game, shouldn’t you be a good little manager and just let him? your job is to support him in any way he needs, after all — even if he does need to remind you of that fact over and over again.
after practice, before big games, during hotel-stays when the team travels. a good manager lets the ace bully his thick cock into her entrance to keep him clear-headed and relieve stress, or take it deep in her throat as a way to congratulate him on another victory— and you want to be the best, don’t you?
you do, and you try so hard to be. even though it’s way too big— the stretch always burns and it hurts when he bullies it all the way in to cause a bulge in your tummy, and his strong hands leave bruises all over you when he holds you still and makes you take it all. and it’s so embarrassing that you always cry, especially when you uselessly push against his chest and he tells you to “stay still, don’t fight it — you’re not strong enough.”
he’s not even mocking you. just factual as he overpowers you completely, covering you with his much larger body, gripping your waist, your hips, your throat. he always tangles a hand through your hair when he knows you’re close, making you look at him as you fall apart on his cock, and you have to rush to cover your own mouth so no one lingering around in the gym hears you cry out for the team’s ace as you cum. and he forces you keep holding that eye contact as he fills you up, his eyes dark and fixated on you, sweat beading along his hairline and all his muscles tightening as he groans, filling you up with his warm, heavy load deep inside you.
it’s hard work keeping the ace at the very top of his game, and it goes almost entirely without praise. no one except ushijima sees all the extra hours you put into it. no one else knows why you exclusively wear skirts to practice and games, or why it’s hard for you to sit down on the hard bench for a couple days after a loss. they only see the results— his sharpened focus, his precision, his crushing wins. they never ask what fuels it, or wonder what it costs you to keep him that way. however it’s done, they’re just silently thankful, even if they have to pretend they don’t see his hand on your lower back when he stands next to you, or that his spare practice jacket is somehow always in your bag. no one thinks too much about how often you show up with bruised knees after “taking a spill” in the storage room, or why he smells like your perfume at the start of morning practice, or how you definitely squeak a little every time he spikes the ball so hard the sound echoes across the court— and the guys taking a water break are pretty sure you wince and rub your ass afterward, like it reminds you of a painful memory.
it doesn’t matter. if the cost of that precision, that overwhelming power on the court, lies between you and him, well — that’s the system. the structure that keeps the ace untouchable and his team victorious.
it’s not your fault you’re so enamored with osamu, your much older boss who’s really been like a father figure to you since he first hired you at onigiri miya. so kind and understanding, and sometimes prone to lecturing you about school and what boys your age have on their minds. so quick to pull you into his chest when you’re having a hard day, or quietly push you behind him when an angry customer wants to take out their frustrations on the sweet little girl behind the counter. he clears his throat any time some guy chats you up for too long, puts one of his big arms around you protectively and says you’re his daughter. and whenever they don’t take the hint or accept no for an answer, he tells them he better not catch them bothering you again, or he’ll have to make an example out of them.
it makes sick, twisted little butterflies creep into your stomach and flutter around as your cheeks burn red hot. you try to talk yourself down, tell yourself to get a grip. he’s your boss. more importantly, he’s too old for you, and he said it himself— you could be his daughter.
but it’s not fair.
not fair that he fills the role of an older, stronger, wiser male figure in your life so completely. you’ve tried to get over your issues in the past, tried to feel complete on your own without clinging to teachers and advisors who tell you how smart and wonderful and pretty you are every chance they get. but it feels so good with him. too good when he lets you stay late with him after closing to help him try out new recipes, sitting on the counter and swinging your legs as he cleans up and tells you all sorts of interesting stories and corny jokes.
too good when he lends a sympathetic ear to your struggles and insecurities about being all alone and in need of someone, some gentle, guiding presence — a father figure — that you can depend on. rely on. who makes you feel safe and secure, validated and so, so loved. you’ve never had that, not really, but you’ve seen it. you crave it.
osamu nods reassuringly. he asks if he’s ever helped fill that void for you as he brings you into his arms when you start to get all teary, rubbing your shoulders with strong hands to soothe you. you nod, unable to lie to him, fidgeting with your hands as you avoid his gaze. it’s so embarrassing. he’s not your dad. you don’t want him to think it’s weird that you sometimes think of him like that.
“really? that’s sweet,” he coos, turning you around, your back to his chest as his hands start massaging lower. his fingers curl around you, holding you steady, almost touching the sides of your breasts as his thumbs work through the tension in your shoulder blades. “i kinda think of ya as my daughter, too, ya know. yer so darn pretty, and smart, i’d be so proud to call ya my little girl.”
you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you. you both pause, and you try to play it off with a small “t-that feels good, how you’re- um, my back.”
but you’re a bad liar. you’re blushing furiously, your thighs squeezing together and your eyes getting all glassy and lost. there’s a physical reaction to his words, your brain getting all dizzy with the praise and affection. he’s noticed it before when he’s given you small compliments, tried not to let his mind wander to how far he could push it, but you’re just so cute. so easy to read. he feels his cock get all hard because he knows where your little mind starts going when he talks to you like this.
“oh yeah? feels good?” he muses, getting a little deeper, gripping you a little harder. you’re so small compared to him, look so fragile in your little skirt, parting your glossy lips to let out small sounds of pleasure as you nod. it really does.
“use your words, darlin’. you can do it,” he mumbles, and you whimper as your thighs press closer together. “tell yer daddy how it feels.”
“feels s-so good.” you breathe out, and he can feel you trembling in his hands. “thank you…”
he knows what you want to say, but he hears the way your breath hitches as you choke on the word. you’re just so unsure of yourself, so helpless when you don’t have him telling you what to do and praising you so nicely for following directions. he knows how hard it must be for you to go through life without the kind of reassurance little girls like you need. but he’s here now. he’ll fix you up real good.
“you can say it, sweetheart. i’d like to hear it,” he encourages, his thumbs kneading your lower back now, his hands finding their way to your hips as he leans down to speak in your ear. “i think it’d suit me.”
you nod, leaning back to rest your head on his hard chest as your tummy flutters. your panties are all wet and sticky, more heat flooding to your center as you let out a high-pitched “thank you, daddy.”
he groans in appreciation, his cock throbbing and twitching in his pants. you gasp when he pulls your hips into him, pushing into you and making you feel it.
“say it again, sweetheart. gonna make ya feel what it does to me.”
you try not to writhe as he holds you against it, getting desperate for a little friction down there. your pussy feels empty, all soaking and needy. but you’re a good girl, so determined to fight the dizziness in your brain and do what he says.
“daddy, i—” you cut yourself off with another gasp, shaking as you feel his… thing— pulse and twitch against your aching center. it feels big, even in the confines of his pants. he groans as you wiggle your hips against him.
“what is it, darlin’, hm? tell yer daddy what ya need.”
you whine as he ducks his head lower to graze his lips against your neck, placing sweet kisses there as you fall apart.
“n-need my daddy’s… oh— p-please don’t make me say it. ‘s so embarrassing.”
he lets out a deep chuckle, wrapping his arms around your body and squeezing you closer to him in a hug. he’s so strong, crushes you with no effort at all to stop you from shying away from him. he can see you getting all flustered and panicky now that it’s real, but it’s okay. little girls like you just need someone to be firm with them, make them finish what they started. it’s what you wanted, after all.
“ya think i’m gonna laugh at ya? hm?” he asks, still slowly rolling his hips against you to get some relief. “yer daddy would never do that to ya, baby. i promise. now tell me how you want this to go.”
he can feel your little brain working, trying to get through all those fears and mental blocks that hold you back from admitting what you really want to happen to you. but he’s patient. he waits, trailing gentle kisses from your temple all the way down to your neck, savoring the way you begin to soften against him and relax.
“i want… want your… cock,” you squeak out. you’re so embarrassed by your own words, but it makes your legs all wobbly when he groans behind you, squeezing you tighter in encouragement. “inside me. feels so— so big, i-i can’t think— please, daddy.”
you’re crying, trembling and gasping as he starts to suck bruises into your neck. you can’t move in his hold, completely powerless as he pushes you with his body until your hips are pressed up against the counter, having to go on your toes so he can force your upper body down and bring your ass level with his hard bulge.
“that’s a good girl, baby— fuck,” he grunts, flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties down so he can get a good look at your glossy pussy clenching around nothing. “‘m so proud of ya. gonna treat ya so good, since ya asked so nicely.”
you’re nodding mindlessly, whining and moaning as he finally brings his cock out and runs it through your folds. he has to bend his knees a little to angle it just right before he starts to push it in, slowly bullying his way through your tight walls to sink himself deep inside, all the way to the hilt.
you’re crying, squirming and spasming around the intrusion as he stands taller, his cock pushing in so far that he has to move you higher up on the counter, your feet not even touching the floor anymore. you’re helpless like this, unable to stop him from pulling out before you’re ready, then giving you a deep thrust back in.
“d-daddy!” you shriek, kicking your feet as he moans, throwing his head back and feeling you clench to keep him buried inside. “‘s too much!”
fuck, he knows. he looks down at his big cock filling your tiny entrance and it makes him lightheaded. you’re sucking him in, your walls hugging all the sensitive veins and ridges that make him feel so good. it’s better than he imagined, but you’re right— it is too much. way too much for his little girl to be taking without any prep. he looks at the position he’s got you in, and a piece of him knows that it’d be so easy to keep going like this. he could make you take him any way he wants, make you scream and beg and regret ever thinking that any older man who’s nice to you could be a replacement father in whatever fucked up therapy session this is for you.
he’s almost shocked out how hard it is to ignore that side of him, but he can’t focus on that or why you brought it out of him in the first place. he promised he’d be nice, go easy on you for being so good and sweet and placing all your trust in him. and the best daddies always keep their promises.
the next time he sinks back into you he does it slowly, with control. he lets you feel him slide through your tender walls and massage them, holding one of your hips with one big hand and tangling his fingers through your hair with the other. he hopes it brings you a little comfort, biting his lip as he watches you squirm and twitch when he bottoms out. he sees the way your shaky breaths wrack your body, hears you cry out for him weakly, and he feels his heart squeeze.
“i’m here, baby. daddy’s here.” he says, rubbing his thumb across your skin. “just got a little excited for a second, yer little pussy’s just so tight for me.”
he groans when you clamp down around him at the praise, unable to help yourself. “‘s okay, daddy. was a little h-hard, but i-i liked it.”
he coos, leaning over you and pulling you up by your hair a little so he can give you a deep, open-mouthed kiss with tongue. you moan and whine into it, but he swallows all your noises as he starts a slow grind into your heat.
“d-daddy,” you whine, finally pulling away when you run out of breath. you face is flushed and your eyes are struggling to meet his, rolling back whenever he nudges that sweet spot inside you. “feels so— so good, oh— thank you, daddy.”
he grins, picking up the pace until you’re relaxed enough for him to give you full thrusts again. this time you take it like you were made for it, made to be full of his fat cock as it ruins you. he straightens up, gripping both of your hips firmly as he speeds up, feeling his balls tighten every time you moan out something incoherent. you’re drooling and babbling just like a little baby.
“yer welcome, sweetheart. you just enjoy yer daddy’s big cock, okay?” he asks, and you nod, but he’s not sure you can really even process the words right now. “don’t have to worry about nothin’ else anymore. daddy’s here.”
you whine, still nodding your empty head as you fall into a fit of moans.
he closes his eyes, throwing his head back with a low groan as he feels you keep tightening up around him. he couldn’t have asked for a better way to finally get ahold of you. he looks down at where his big cock sinks inside you, knowing that it shouldn’t even fit. you’re too tiny for him. your feet can’t even touch the floor like this, dangling just inches above it, and you both feel his cock throb inside you. listening to the way you choke and cry over it makes that primal, protective instinct flood through him.
fuck, he’s gonna take such good care of you. make sure no one can ever hurt you again, he swears.
you babble something too quickly for him to catch, your legs starting to shake and your hands coming down to grip his. he groans, feeling you really start to clamp down and already knowing what you’re trying to say.
“gonna cum, baby? hm?”
you cry, nodding and sinking your nails into his strong hands as you squirm. he curses, holding you still as he keeps up his relentless pace, fucking into you harder— until your squishy insides start to hug him tighter.
“y-yes, oh god— daddy, i’m gonna—”
he knows. he throws his head back when you release, fucking you through it as you cry and beg for your daddy. he feels his own climax building, pumping into you like you’re a doll, the veins protruding from his big cock rubbing your walls raw. he’s so sensitive, can feel you sucking him in, trying to keep him buried inside you as you shake and squeak.
he cums with a drawn out groan, slamming his hips into you and using his much bigger body to hold you down, fisting your hair to pull you back in for another messy kiss. you’re crying into it, your mouth open and tongue helplessly trying to keep up with his as you take all his cum. you feel him everywhere— feels so full, too full, and his scent makes you dizzy. you’re still cumming and you can’t stop crying because— oh god, you love him.
“daddy, daddy—” you gasp, pulling away to breathe before he cuts you off with another deep kiss. you look so fucked, lips puffy and mascara running down your face.
“i’m here, baby, breathe,” he grunts, using his grip on your hair to make you look at him. “ya did so well, baby, ‘m so proud.”
it’s all you need to hear, whining as you squeeze down on him. you wanna keep him there, wanna be his little girl forever.
he hugs you into him, lifting you off the counter and back onto your feet with his cock still inside you, his cum leaking out and running down your inner thighs. gravity keeps you impaled on it, jumping to your tippy toes and whining because it’s too deep like this. he hushes you, pressing kisses to your face and letting you rest against his solid chest until he starts to soften inside you.
you cry when he begins pulling out, protesting when you start to feel empty again. it’s such a bad feeling, so wrong now that you know what his cock feels like inside you.
“shh, hey, it’s okay,” he coos, gripping your face to make your watery eyes look up at him. “‘m not goin’ anywhere. just gonna clean ya up, then yer daddy’s gonna take you home, ‘kay?”
you nod reluctantly, not really able to speak yet because you’re still shaking and crying. you can feel the ghost of him pounding into you, pussy squeezing around nothing pathetically as you focus on keeping the rest of his warm cum inside you.
osamu notices but doesn’t say anything. he knows you’ll be embarrassed, but he thinks you’re cute like this. so precious when you let him clean you up, fixing your pretty outfit and wiping your tears before guiding you out to his car. he lets you hold his fingers in your small hands as he rests a heavy palm on your thigh, rubbing your skin softly with his thumb the whole way back to his house.
pride swells in his chest every time he glances at you. such a good girl for telling him what you need and letting him provide it for you. he almost coos at your sleepy expression, too innocent to know that he’s gonna sink his big cock into you again as soon he gets you settled in his bed. he’ll do it again and again, as many times as it takes to fix you up, make you stop worrying your pretty little head about things that he should be handling for you. your daddy’s here now, he’ll take care of everything.
Hii baby !! Imagine older brother Tooru just absolutely looooves and adores his little baby sister and shes so sweet and naive, so innocent minded and she just loves loves her Toou-nii!! Their parents clearly like Tooru more and it saddens her— it does! But it’s okay because Tooru-nii is always there for her anyways<3 he even baby proofed the whole house just to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself!! He told their parents it was more convenient to baby proofed the house so that his dumb baby sister doesn’t accidentally hurt herself again with how much of a klutz she is:(( Tooru-nii always picks out every little thing for her!! He always babies and spoils his baby, but he won’t hesitate to fuck her like the dumb baby she is when she even DARES to glance at Tobio</3
Ps: i love your writing ❤️🩹 can i be 🕷️ anon?
baby proof - oikawa
🕷️ anon i love you!!!!!
tw: incest/stepcest, dumbification, 18+
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just being so grateful to have tooru that you let him do whatever he wants :(((((
and so dumb you don’t even notice yourself being conditioned to get all wet down there every time he rubs your shoulders and says “remember, this is our little secret.”
and for a secret, it really is so obvious. but your parents either don’t pay enough attention or just don’t care enough to notice just how close you are with your big brother. they’re oblivious to the fact that he takes you shopping all the time and chooses all your clothes— even your bras and panties. or how they only hear the shower being used once in the morning, but you both come down with damp hair, and tooru always has a smug expression as you trip over your own feet trying to walk on shaky legs. all the marks his strong fingers leave when he holds you still to stop your squirming away from his big cock— they figure it must just be from how stupidly clumsy you are. tooru was a nice enough big brother to place anything you might hurt yourself on or knock over out of your reach, and you still manage to get all those purplish bruises all over you. what are they going to do with you?
it makes you sad to see just how little you compare to tooru in their eyes, but he always tries to make you feel better about it. he thinks you’re smart, and pretty, and sweet. the best little sister ever— he tells you a lot when he’s got his leaky cockhead in your mouth or when he’s deep inside you, giving you those slow, deep thrusts that make your insides hug him really tight.
you really love your big brother. if you think about it too much, you get all confused because he’s also like a father to you in a lot of ways. he feeds you, dresses you, punishes you when he catches those rare stolen glances between you and that dark-haired setter. doesn’t ever let you date boys and spends a lot of time teaching you about the world, telling you how dangerous it is for little girls like you who just don’t know that much about anything. it frightens you, makes you cling to him and kiss him that much more desperately when he’s got you beneath him, taking the length of his cock deep in your cunny until he fills you up with all his cream that makes you feel so warm.
he’s right, of course — you really don’t know anything. you don’t know why you can’t seem to get any affection from your parents, or how tooru manages to be so patient with you when you’re so dumb and clueless. it hurts your little brain when you spend too much time thinking about how your big brother is also like a father and a boyfriend all in one, but you guess that’s why tooru always tells you to just stop thinking— and it works! life is so much easier when you just shut up and do everything your big brother says.
gosh, he really is so smart. you sure are so glad he’s yours.
hi!! do you still take requests? i was thinking of big bro oikawa x lil sis reader x iwaizumi .. iwaizumi gets a little touchy with reader and big bro oikawa has to show him that they’re only his!! 🫣🫣
a/n: YEESSSSS. can’t wait for iwa’s redemption when he fucks you stupid to get back at oikawa for this 💔
tw: noncon/dubcon, voyeurism, incest/stepcest
18+
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big brother oikawa who takes you from behind, hard and deep, not letting up or giving you any breaks. he lets out short, breathy laughs every time you whine and bury your face in the sheets, so embarrassed by the wet, sticky sounds filling the room every time he sinks back into your heat.
so embarrassed by who’s watching.
oikawa doesn’t let you hide your face for too long, gripping your hair to pull you up so iwaizumi can really hear your drawn out moans and cries. god, you’re such a baby. can’t even take your big brother’s cock after flirting with his best friend? letting him cuddle up to you on the couch and hug you from behind. blushing and giggling like a little schoolgirl every time he teases or play fights with you— stuff that only your big brother should be doing.
you know that. now iwaizumi knows it, too.
“t-tooruuu!” you cry, fighting and squirming to get out of his grip. you can’t look iwa in the eyes, it’s too embarrassing. you can’t let him see the way you go nearly cross-eyed, totally stupid every time your meanie brother ruts into you at that angle that makes your legs shake. “let me go—ugh—s-stop!”
he lets out another chuckle, releasing your hair to get a good grip on your face and forcing you to look at iwa. you can’t focus too well with your pussy being filled over and over and your brain getting all fuzzy, but you moan when you see him leaning back in his chair with his big cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he bites his lip. the sight makes your body heat up, your pussy squeezing down on tooru’s cock as you moan and drool.
“oh, shit— don’t look so guilty, iwa. she likes this.”
you do. you do and you hate it. more than anything, though, you hate how much iwa likes it. you can see it on his face, never mind how leaky his cock is. his face reads as disgust, guilt, anger at his best friend for involving him in something like this. but it also shows overwhelming need. like there’s only a thin shred of restraint holding him back from ripping you out of your brother’s grip and taking you himself.
the thought makes you weak. you want to beg some more, for anything. for tooru to stop, or iwaizumi to leave, or one of them to let you cum, but any sounds you hope to make are muffled when tooru squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pucker as your eyes roll back.
“there, doesn’t she look cute like this, iwa? makes her look real slutty, right?”
iwa nods reluctantly, now squeezing his cock a little tighter, thrusting his hips up into his hand and imagining it’s your pussy.
“see how badly iwa wants you, baby? hm?” tooru asks mockingly, leaning over you to say it in your ear. he pace hasn’t let up, still slamming into you over and over. it makes you breathless, squeezing him as hard as you can to keep him buried inside you.
“see what you- f-fuck— do to him? i think you should apologize for leading him on.”
you shake your head, soft cries wracking your body. you can’t. it’s so embarrassing. so utterly humiliating to have to look at iwa like this, let alone speak.
“do it. say, ‘i’m sorry for being such a slut, iwa.’” tooru grunts, his pace slowing to a grind. it makes you whine, throwing a little tantrum and moving your hips around to get more friction. you can feel the pressure that was steadily building start to rapidly disappear, crying because you were so close.
“hey, don’t be a fucking brat. say it— say you’re sorry for being such a fucking slut, and i’ll let you cum.” he breathes, squeezing your face even harder and stopping his movements altogether.
iwa stops touching himself, too, clenching his jaw and furrowing his eyebrows as he watches you. he’s flushed a pretty shade of red from his chest to his cheeks, his body tense and all the veins in his forearms prominent as he holds himself back— from touching you, from cumming all over himself. from beating oikawa’s face in because he’s jealous, he’s so jealous that it’s not him sinking his cock into your tiny little pussy. he’d be so much nicer to you, he swears. he’d make you cum around his cock so many times, you wouldn’t be able to speak. you’re too little to be getting treated this meanly, too sweet. and definitely too good of a little sister for oikawa.
but it makes his cock twitch in his hand when you finally muffle out a teary little, “‘m sorry for being such a s-slut, iwa.”
he and oikawa groan at the same time, and he resumes fucking his cock into his hand as his friend shoves your face down into the sheets and holds you there, fucking you harder and faster than before.
he can hear you squeaking and crying, working himself up and pumping his own cock in time with oikawa’s thrusts. he bites his lip harder, grunting and panting through his teeth because he’s so close.
he watches you intently, your little body jerking once, twice, then finally releasing in a fit of tremors as you cum all over your big brother’s cock. he and oikawa release at the same time, he thinks, tooru’s seed filling you up as his own spills all over his hand.
he throws his head back, riding out his orgasm by fisting his tip lazily, closing his eyes and listening to you whine as oikawa does the same with slow, deep thrusts back into your heat.
“now,” oikawa breathes, looking too pleased with himself as he sees the mess his friend made all over his hand. “i feel much better about all this, iwa. don’t you?”
Hiii, obsessed with your writinggg I have a tiny request 🥹 Ushijima big brother x little sis! I love men that can just bear hug you while pounding into you without letting you move from underneath him😵💫😵💫😵💫 can you also add spanking! I always loved that🤤 bye have a nice day🤍
ty anon i love you 😮💨💖
tw: stepcest, size kink, dacryphilia, spanking, mention of past noncon behavior, dubcon-ish — 18+
“that’s it, baby. there you go,” he grunts, stuffing you full of the last few inches of his thick cock. “take it. take it all.”
you’re crying. whining and gasping and sweating because you can’t move. he’s all over you, his body caging you beneath him so there’s no escape, his lips growling filth into your ear. he’s inside you, so deep you can’t form words. you can’t even think. you just keep making those little noises that let him know you’re too full, he’s too big, you’re going fucking dumb.
he hushes you, trailing his lips along your ear then down your neck, running his tongue over where he feels your pulse. poor little thing, heart hammering and your whole body trembling. he can feel every jerky movement you make as you grip onto him for support, for comfort. the stretch hurts, but the depth of him aches when he pulls out a few inches and delivers the first thrust straight to your poor cervix.
“uugh— toshi!” you squeak, but he doesn’t hear you. his eyes are nearly rolling back because you’re so small around him, so tight it feels like your pussy is trying to keep him trapped there. he knows he’s not just big. he’s huge compared to you in every aspect. just holding you down and taking a look at your twitchy, glistening center was enough to justify doing this to his baby sister. he just had to see what the fit would be like.
“so tight.” he chokes out, picking up his pace a little. all you can do is take it, your mouth open in a silent scream and your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders to brace for the impact of his thrusts.
“this all you’re good for, huh?” he asks, lifting his face from the crook of your neck to stare down at you. you’re speechless, gazing up at him to see the thin beads of sweat run down his temples from his hairline, his dark eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip red from biting it. your big brother’s so handsome. it makes you dizzy and brings more fresh tears to your eyes.
“answer me,” he mutters, reaching one hand down to quickly land a harsh slap to your bare ass. “or i’ll bend you over my knee and really make you cry.”
you know he’s not bluffing. he’s done it before — spanked your ass so raw that you nearly passed out from crying the time you said you were too grown to sit on his lap and kiss him like you used to. brothers and sisters don’t do that were the exact words that set him off. you never mouthed off again after that. not even when he started to come into your room late at night, giving you nasty tongue kisses and stuffing you full of three big fingers, or smearing his cockhead against your lips when you were sleepy and laid your head in his lap during movie nights in his room. not even now, when he’s bullying his way into your tight heat, stretching you out on his size that you would never really be able to adjust to.
“y-yes, yes, ‘m sorry,” you pant, not fully remembering the question. you’re sure he’s right, whatever it is. big brothers are always right, always teaching their little sisters something new. “‘s just so big. can’t think.”
he grins at your honesty, rewarding you with a good few pumps at a new angle that makes your nails sink into his skin as your back arches. he doesn’t let you squirm too much, though, still keeping his body on top of yours so you can’t run from it.
“i know, baby. my dumb little sister, so cute.”
your eyes roll back. his voice is deep and his words hit your weak points.
“you love your big brother’s cock.” he breathes, still hitting you deep at the same angle. it isn’t a question.
“you love not thinking, not moving. not doing anything except letting your big brother stuff you full.”
he’s right. you nod along dumbly, still crying, because he’s right. you like being absolutely helpless around him. manhandled and put in your place and being forced to hang on for dear life while he takes you any way he wants.
“yeah, yeah, my big brother’s so—nnghh. so big. so much, t-too much.”
you don’t really hear yourself because your head feels empty of all thoughts except for the ones telling you to hang on, you’re so close. you’re trembling. you vaguely feel his strong arms find their way under you, pressing you even closer to him in a bear hug so you can’t squirm at all, can’t resist when he starts pumping even faster and harder.
“fuck, yeah. ‘s too big for you but you took it anyway. such a good baby sister for me.”
you’re right on the edge, his words spurring you on. you wanna cum. want it so bad. you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him reach even deeper when he ruts into you.
“yeah, ‘m good for you. love you. love you so much.” you agree, letting your head bob up and down with his thrusts. “c-cum inside. i can take it. wanna feel it.” you choke out, nearly delirious with how his pelvis bumps your clit each thrust.
he groans deeply, sounding almost like an animal. you feel his body heat up and his arms tighten around you, crushing you. you can’t breathe from his grip and from the way his cockhead nudges against a spot that makes your vision blur.
“i will, princess. gonna fill you up, make you take it all.” he grunts in your ear. “dumb little girl never even had a choice.”
you cum with a cry, legs kicking up to let him hammer his hips into you as fast and hard as he can. you poor puffy clit is still being nudged over and over, making you jerk and shake and whine, but he doesn’t let up until he reaches his own end, shoving his length in as far as he can and emptying his balls inside you. you gasp when you feel it, hot cum painting your insides, filling you up.
“oh, oh, toshi,” you gasp, whining as you cling to him. feels so good. the perfect way to relieve the soreness you feel deep inside. you’re still clinging to his big body. “s-so good, thank you.”
he kisses you as you go limp in his arms, body completely relaxed and eyes closed from exhaustion. he likes you like this, all soft and compliant, wrapped tightly in his arms just in case you do get a little fussy and try to resist. he thinks he could go for another round, and the best part is you can’t stop him.
step bro hinata who goes to lengths to keep you in the dark on anything regarding sex or intimacy :((
except with him of course!!
he loves to mess around with you, and you two have all sorts of inside jokes and fun games you play together. but your favorite game is when he puts his hard boy part inside your soft girl part and moves back and forth, and the first to finish wins!
sometimes it’s a tie, but he usually always lets you win. he may think he has you fooled, but you’re not totally clueless — you can tell when he’s speeding up on purpose or pushing the thick, leaky end of his boy part into that spot that always makes you squeeze around him and take the game. he cheats, too, always rubbing that little button above your hole that makes your whole body shake. you’ve never called him out on it, though, because it feels so good and you really do love winning. especially because your prize is a load of his big brother cream wherever you choose — either deep inside you til your tummy feels full or filling your mouth until it’s almost too much to swallow at once.
the thing about that game is that you wanna play all the time, especially when you’re on a win streak. but when shoyo told you the rules, he made it really clear that no one else can know about it. so you have to keep your mouth shut tightly to avoid slipping up and bragging about how many times shoyo gave you your prize in one week, or how sometimes his boy part makes you finish over and over again in just one round. you get a little fussy when you can’t play because someone else is home, or when he’s too busy with volleyball. he showed you how to play by yourself once, taught you how to use your own fingers and it felt okay, but nothing compares to the way your big brother does it.
he’s just the nicest big brother ever for always coming up with new ways to bond with you. he says next time he doesn’t have to wake up too early in the morning for volleyball practice, he’ll sneak into your room at night and teach you a harder version of the game where if you make even one sound, you’re out. it sounds really difficult, because you are prone to making a lot of noise when you play, but you’re still looking forward to it anyway! you’ll play whatever he wants— whenever he wants, and it doesn’t even matter who wins. as long as you get a warm, sticky load of big brother cream stuffed inside you at the end of the game, you’re happy.
oh absolutely, he’s so mean 💗 stepbro tsukki gets the hardest when you have tears streaming down your pretty face. and the best part is that it’s so easy to make you cry.
just calling you names to make you feel dumb works like a charm, your eyes instantly burning and your bottom lip getting all wobbly. it helps that you’re so desperate for his approval, always needing your big brother to tell you how smart you are, how pretty look all the time and how good your little body feels for him. you cry when he finds you especially irritating some days and drags you into his room by your arm, bending you over his desk and flipping your skirt up, making you stay like that til he’s finished slowly jerking himself off to the sight of your pussy getting all wet and twitchy just from not being touched. it’s so embarrassing. it’s even more embarrassing when he’s had a long day and he comes home to find you in his room, bratty and begging for attention, and you nod along dumbly when he says he’ll give you what you want, but it’s got to be on his terms — whatever he wants to do. pretty soon he’s got you bent over his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, your ass in the air and feet not even touching the floor, one strong hand pulling your panties taught against your core, keeping pressure on your clit and aching center while the other hand spanks you til you cry. it’s humiliating, and so, so mean, but you can’t help but whine and shake when he starts spanking your clit, cumming when he calls you dirty and pathetic.
you cry when he won’t give you his cock, but you cry harder when he does. long and thick with the tip all flushed and angry, it’s like it was made to punish you. he doesn’t hold back at all, your constant whining pushing his patience over the edge. he stuffs it in you in one go, then keeps it there snuggly against your cervix to further punish you. when he eventually starts thrusting, it’s at his own pace. alternating from fast and hard to slow and torturous, he knocks the wind out of you each time he pulls out nearly all the way before filling you back up with his full length. he calls you names when he fucks you, too. bratty, pathetic, stupid, dumb little girl. begging for your big brother’s cock? disgusting. he tells you that he shouldn’t even be fucking you, that it’s honestly really, really gross. if you weren’t so annoyingly desperate for his cock, he wouldn’t even bother. but fuck, while he’s deep inside you, he might as well enjoy it.
you know he’s feeling really good when his face gets a little red and his mouth drops open. his grip on you gets tighter, bruising, and his thrusts get faster. he’s spurred on by your tears, watching you gasp and choke on your breaths, not sure if you’re crying because it hurts or because you just like it so much. probably both, but he doesn’t care. all that matters is his baby sister knows what gets him off. you let him do nasty, degrading things to you, things that make you sob and whine and beg for mercy, and he loves it. it works him up towards the edge, his thrusts getting meaner and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, throwing his head back when you start to beg him to stop.
“‘s t-too much,” you cry. “please… hurts!”
he groans. fuck, yeah, that’s it. tell him it hurts, that’s what gets him off. cry a little more and tell him to stop. beg. he’s so close. he pushes his strong fingers against your clit to make you jolt, grinning when you gasp from the overstimulation.
“s-stop, please—uh! please, please stop!”
your voice always sounds different just before you cum. it’s higher, more airy and shaky. and you tremble, letting him know you’re just about to fall over the edge. he’s rubs your messy clit without much care for if it actually feels that good — and whether you cum from the pleasure or from how mean it is, he isn’t sure. all he knows is that you tighten around him with a gasp, shaking and crying and gripping his wrist as you cum on his length. he fucks you through it, smirking when you’re reduced to little “uh uh uh’s” as he pushes in to the hilt and pumps himself to his own orgasm. you’re a mess, lips pouty and swollen, face covered in tears, eyes rolled back as you lay there and take what he gives you.
“poor baby,” he grunts, pushing his fingers against your lips for you to taste, his thrusts getting sloppier. “took it so rough. ‘m so proud.”
he mumbles the last part, but you moan when you hear it, lost eyes finding his as you suck on his fingers. he cums with a low groan, pushes himself in as far as he can and stills, vaguely taking in how you gasp and arch your back, feeling his cock throb as he fills you up. he takes his fingers out of your mouth and lets himself fall on top of you, his much bigger body completely covering yours, weighing you down as he shoves his tongue in your mouth to give you a deep, messy kiss. a reward for always being so good for him.
tw: noncon!, werewolf!matsukawa (more wolf-life than human), predator/prey, naive reader, mentions of blood, using precum as lube, precum + cum as an aphrodisiac, knotting, choking, size, breeding
18+
thinking about little red riding hood reader with big bad wolf matsukawa.
poor little thing, all dumb and innocent. how’d a soft thing like you end up in his neck of the woods, anyway? don’t you know it’s dangerous here? of course you don’t. you’ve got the survival instincts of a housebroken bunny. wouldn’t see danger if it had its blood-soaked fangs right in front of you, gnashing at the pulse at the base of your neck.
it’s a miracle he found you before you got too lost, clutching your little picnic basket so nervously as you realized the air was getting thicker, the woods getting darker. deep in the forest, where big bad wolves lie in wait, hungry for tender little things like you to come hopping and skipping into their dens. and yet, you didn’t scream when he stalked towards you out of the shadows. you didn’t tremble or whimper or run. you smiled, relieved, blinking those big doe eyes up at him as you politely asked for directions to the nearest cottage. you were awfully tired from walking such a long way with such a heavy basket, you’d love to rest for a while somewhere cozy and safe. he hardly registered the smell of the freshly baked goods you had to offer as a reward for his kindness, but his mouth watered at the prospect of such a sweet little thing practically placing your neck in his maw. you couldn’t be cuter if you had soft lop ears and a little cotton tail.
so he played along, fighting off his own predator instincts to chase and trap and kill. he spoke to you in his most human-like voice rather than a snarl, almost feeling pity for you. you’re a walking signal flare in these dangerous woods — red laces, red cloak, red ribbons in your hair. no one told you wolves weren’t just animals. you’re not running because you don’t know you should — not that you’d get very far. still, he has you right where he wants you, totally unaware that there were no more songbirds in the trees or cute fuzzy creatures to help keep you company on your journey. still unaware that your journey ended with him.
poor, dumb little thing. so unaware of anything when he lured you with sweet praises and promises to guide you to safety. to his credit, he does lead you to the nearest cottage, only it’s dark and empty and the residents have long been driven out by the carnivorous creature of the land that was tired of their fires and traps and pitchforks. you’d never do that to him — you don’t have one mean little bone in your body, do you? no, you can’t even think about fighting back when his own nature gets the better of him, and he’s shoving and snapping at you, pinning you to the nearest wall because he wants to claim his reward for being so patient and kind. and he feels so bad when his sharp claws scrape against your skin in his effort to paw your clothes off of you, all too excited to push your cloak to the side and tear your short skirt off so he can see what good little girls really have to hide from big bad wolves.
it makes his heart pound against his ribcage when you squeal, your thighs shaking as he digs his fingers into the meat just above the edge of your pretty stockings. that’s it, little red, now you’re getting it. are you starting to learn your lesson — the one about the wolf in sheep’s clothing? poor thing. it’s too late for that now. it was too late the minute you stepped foot in his woods.
“please, mr. wolf! i’ll do anything! j-just don’t eat me!” you cry when his hands reach around to your breasts, clawing your blouse and corset off. you whimper and writhe as his huge paw-like hands dwarf your ribcage where your poor little heart hammers like it’s going to break free.
“do you mean that, little red? anything?” he growls in your ear, his monstrous frame swallowing yours. the one consolation is that even in the cold, dark cottage, you feel warm against him. his body heat is exceptional, his skin coated in coarse, dark fur — sleek in some places and sparse in others, revealing sinewy muscles that make him seem that much more hulking compared to you. compared to anything. he’s the largest creature you’ve ever seen, even as he lumbers and slouches on two legs, like he’s resisting the urge to drop onto all fours and pounce.
“y-yes, mhm! anything!” you repeat, shrieking in terror as his fangs start to close in around your neck. he stops just before they puncture your delicate skin, but he can feel the warmth of the blood flowing through your veins just beneath the surface. he can smell you. you smell like baked treats and flowers and wool, nothing like the scraps of animal flesh he’s used to feeding on. you’re warm, lively and tender. you hold so still while he debates whether or not he should maul you, pulse point thrumming between his teeth. he knows they could rip through you like butter and you’d bleed so prettily all over his maw. he’s so tempted.
but he groans deep in his chest as he squeezes your soft body with his fingers, leaving indentations where his claws stab at you. his big cock stirs in what little scraps still hang around his frame after shifting, his human and animal instincts merging, telling him to appreciate your pretty body for what it is and mate.
you cry and tremble when he throws you onto the hard floor, just a few feet from where your pretty picnic basket lies broken, muffins and bread scattered and forgotten. there’s no time to scream, no time to claw and beg when he descends on you, covering your little frame with his huge body.
“stay down, little red.” he growls, already rutting the thick imprint of his cock against your ass. “stay still, let mr. wolf take care of you.”
you don’t dream of moving, nodding dumbly when his hands find your hips and position you just right, with your upper body flat and your ass lifted so high in the air that your knees are just barely grazing the floor. you hear more fabric tear, then feel something pushing right up against you — something rounded, warm, and leaking. it nudges against your clit, making you twitch and whine, then goes back to smearing the sticky substance against your entrance, pushing and stretching and opening you up on it. the gasp and squeak you let out are completely drowned out by the noise he makes in your ear, hunched over you, breathing you in, tongue nearly hanging out next to your face. it feels big, keeping you stretched on the widest part of it as it keeps leaking heavy amounts of that warm liquid into you. you’d cry in disgust if it didn’t start to feel so good, having your insides warmed and stuffed, lubed for the rest of his fat cock to slide into you inch by inch. you don’t know what’s come over you, but you can feel yourself burning up. it shouldn’t feel this good, having something so huge inside you, but it makes you pant and whine regardless.
more raucous sounds escape the wolf, whose dark eyes have turned into a lighter color, almost like gold as they roll back in pleasure. he’s almost at the hilt, and you’re nonverbal now as it fills you completely. your thighs are stretched wide to accommodate his size, sticky wetness coating your skin each time he pulls out and delivers another hard thrust.
“you like it, little red? like getting bred by wolf cock?”
you can barely make out his words but you nod anyway, letting out a high-pitched uh-huh! before his fangs can come any closer to your face to repeat himself. did he say bred? you aren’t sure, but it doesn’t really matter. whatever he’s doing to you, you do like it. the thick veins and ridges running along his red cock rub your poor sensitive walls in the best way, massaging them as a sort of treatment for the burning, aching stretch. and he’s so heavy inside you, the weight making his bulging cockhead rub and nudge against a spot that makes you twitch in his hold. your eyes roll back, your own tongue lolling out as you go completely limp.
“yeah, knew you would. i can smell it— fertile little thing.”
you don’t really process one of his large hands lifting you up by the hood of your cloak, but soon you’re kept practically held in the air as his big tongue slides into your mouth, filling it up as you choke and moan. each one of his hard thrusts makes you drool around it, but you don’t care. you can hear the slick coming from between your legs, can hear the uh, uh, uh’s coming out of your mouth each time he bottoms out and the swollen tip of his cock leaks more warm stickiness inside you. your insides are coated in it, whatever it is, but you can’t get enough. it makes you all tingly and feverish and so, so wet. you can’t keep up as your open mouth gets explored by his big tongue, spit smeared across your face as you suck on his tongue helplessly. you don’t know why it feels so good to have your mouth and insides full at the same time, but it makes you feel warmer and safer than any cottage in the woods ever has.
you jolt when the big hand holding your hips slides down to your front, pressing on the bulge in your tummy that appears rhythmically with each thrust. you cry out, writhing and squirming and he pushes that sweet spot inside you more firmly against his pulsing cock. you’re sweating, burning from the inside out as you climb closer and closer to the edge of something — you’re not sure what, but you feel like you’re gonna break.
“mmm—mr. wolf, i’m gonna— hah! feels—t-too much!”
“i know, little red. the big bad wolf is so mean for making you take it like this.” he coos in that half-growl, and you’re too dumb to realize that he’s mocking you. he is mean. so, so mean and scary. you’re being choked by your own pretty little cloak, you’re so lightheaded, and your poor insides are being battered by his fat cock. you’re so close to that—something, but you have to look past the pain that lingers deep inside to get there. you’re desperate for it, burning up all over as you whine and cry. “but you’re almost there, red. just a little more, then you’ll be taking mr. wolf’s big knot.”
the rush comes faster than you can prepare for, your body feeling tense and limp all at once as you cum on his length once he’s buried to the hilt inside you. you can’t stop the squeaky and shattered noises you make before they claw their way out of your open mouth, or the way you clamp down around him as he fucks you through it. he lets out a raucous growl, finally dropping your poor little body back down onto the floor as he grips both of your hips tightly for leverage and pounds into you harder. you can’t really tell, because your vision is beginning to get a little spotty and your hearing is muffled, but you think he’s growling something fierce as he grips you tightly and slows his movements, each thrust hitting as deep as your insides will allow and stretching your opening wide around his base. you claw the floor beneath you, whining and panting, wondering if you’re losing your hold on reality or if he’s getting… bigger.
“feel it—fuck, red— f-feel it swelling? ‘s getting too big for you now.”
you can’t respond, can’t think. you can’t even really let out any noise anymore, except for gasps of air that make your body shake. you feel yourself opening up so much wider than you’re supposed to as he pushes his knot in until he’s pressed flush against you, your hole finally squeezing around where the base of his cock meets his pelvis, keeping him locked inside you. his hairy balls hang heavy and full against your twitchy clit, but you can’t move to get any friction, pitifully stuck in place with him between your legs.
his claws leave deep scratch marks on the floor on either side of your trembling body. deep groans and growls escape his chest as his climax hits him, prolonged by your silky walls spasming around his fat, veiny knot. he can feel his sensitive cockhead buried deep, still causing that bulge in your tummy as it pulses and spills his hot cum inside you. he stares down at your tiny, shaky body, watching you twitch and tense up each time a hot rope of cum shoots against your cervix— you squeak like a mauled bunny once, twice, then you’re creaming all over his cock again.
the sound he makes in deep appreciation is completely animal, thunderous and wild as it shakes the frame of the cottage. he hears nearby birds leave their nests in the trees outside, and all the cute furry rodents burrow deep into their dens to escape the big bad wolf, not knowing that he’s already found and claimed his prey.
“that’s it, little red, cum on my knot,” he growls, placing his large, warm paws on your hips to soothe you. he leans into the electric feeling of his climax, pleasure still coursing through his veins and making him drool. you’re no better, your eyes completely lost and your sweet little tongue poking out as you moan and pant, your flushed face still covered in spit. “gonna be like this for a while, so cum as much as you need to, then you can rest.”
his knot will deflate in thirty minutes or so, maybe an hour if you keep squeezing him like that, but he’s in no rush. he’ll ride out his high with you quivering on his cock, then he’ll head for your quaint little village across the woods to snuff out whatever search party they’ll be gathering to look for you. he’ll slaughter their livestock, bend their pitchforks, and use their own torches to burn their cottages to the ground. then he’ll have you and the woods to himself, finally.
he licks his lips just thinking about it, biting back a low howl as you twitch and squeak and clamp down on him again.
that’s it, little red. cum again and again, exhaust yourself. just let mr. wolf breed you full of his pups, and he’ll take care of everything.
