enjin n his girlfriend with a sex drive higher than a rabbits, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take!!
“sh—shit, cutie s-slow down,” enjin can barely hear himself think with the way your hips so cruelly roll and slap back against his. you’ve been going at it for hours, and everytime enjin thinks you’ve had enough, you’re straddling him again and peppering him with kisses.
what’s that sayin’ again..? lobster too buttery ‘nd juicy or something..?
enjin is practically foaming at the mouth, drool dripping down his cheek as you bounce your hips on his. it was too much, way too much, and yet he couldn’t help but lean upwards and suck on your pretty tit while you rode him.
“just one more, baby, please?” you plead so sweetly, huffing all pretty. “just love.. love bein’ all full of ya.” your head is thrown back as he hits that perfect spot inside you, a high pitched whine leaving your lips.
enjin scoffs, before it breaks into a shuddering moan. “h—how can i say no to that, huh? fuck, prettyy,” he slurs, golden eyes getting all foggy and half lidded.
he can’t even feel his hips anymore. you’ve pretty much ridden his cock raw, but he finds himself jerking his hips upwards to meet yours anyways.
he just can’t resist those pretty eyes of yours. not when they’re looking down at him like he hung the sun and moon and stars in the sky.
Life guard enjin who definitely shouldn’t be helping you put sunscreen on, and definitely shouldn’t be tugging your bikini bottom’s tie loose so they might come off in the pool so he can hopefully get a glimpse of that cute, plump cunt of yours that he can see vividly through the wet fabric of your bottoms…wants and excuse to hop in the water and cover you up, maybe accidentally brush against your mound when he helps you tie them tighter…
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊synopsis: when follo accidentally eats too many special chocolates unknowingly, he can't help but be oh-so needy for your perfect pussy.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊WC: 2.7k
(Not proofread sorry)
Imagine buying aphrodisiac candy/chocolates and stupidly leaving them on your dresser in your room. Follo comes into your room to look for you and spots the chocolate. He's completely oblivious to the fact its special chocolate, so innocently he eats one—they have an interesting yet smooth, delicious taste, and only one turns into 4 or 5.
Of course just after 30-ish minutes he's burning hot, the skin of his neck and cheeks flushes a humiliating shade. For a moment he thinks he's dying, he's feverish, dizzy and undeniably... horny? He's padding across the hall, steps heavy as he finds his way back to your room in hopes you're there. Which thank god you are.
You immediately look up as the door opens and then clicks shut, your eyes zeroing in on Follo who looks like a complete mess. His face is red, he's shaking and it freaks you out for a moment. "Follo? Are you sick?" You ask tentatively, sitting up at the sight of him looking so weary. "I-I dunno.." He speaks, his tone almost whiny. He points to the half eaten chocolates on your dresser and lets out a shaky breath. "I ate some of those and now I feel funny... whats in them?" He thinks he's laced himself with something—which isn't completely wrong.
Your eyes widen and you slap a hand over your mouth, damn near bursting out laughing. "Follo, how many did you eat?" He starts to panic more and walks closer to you. "Like... 5? Am I dying?" Your eyes widen, you're really only supposed to eat one. "Follo, baby... those are aphrodisiacs." You giggle, beckoning him closer. If his face couldn't get anymore red, he was nuclear now. Frozen in place as his heart pounds in his chest—no wonder he's aching all over. His eyes were completely blown out, pupils practically as big as the golden irises of his eyes.
Anyone else would have thought he was absolutely high off his ass. Then he begins to move again, like his legs have a mind of their own. He finds himself on his knees, face burried against your stomach like he's desperately trying to will away the feeling, and save his already broken dignity. "I didn't know." He whimpers, arms curling around your waist.
You try your best not to laugh at him, knowing how all that must make his body feel. Simply one chocolate is meant to make your libido sky rocket, imagine how five must feel. You can feel him shaking, skin burning as you place your hand against the back of his neck in a comforting manner. He finally looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted and breaths shaky. "Please help." He pleas quietly, grabbing at your hips.
His face says it all, he just wants you. No... he doesn't want he needs you, and he's not above begging and crying right now. "Please, I need you. Please, please..." He begins to climb onto the bed to be on top of you, pinning your back to the mattress. He's completely debauched and it might just be the hottest you've ever seen him. His fingers dig into your hips as he slides himself between your thighs, pressing himself right against you. "Tell me I can have you, I'm begging." He whimpers again.
He doesn't know what he'd do if you said no, he'd probably go insane. "Tell me you need me too." You look up at him, eyes wide once again. You've never seen him this way before—completely red and needy like he'd die if he couldn't feel you. It was almost hypnotizing, of course you couldn't stop him, you didn't want too. "I need you too."
Those words made him snap, he lowered his head immediately and pushed his lips against yours swiftly. There was a faint taste of chocolate on his tongue, his mouth desperately moving against yours. It was sloppy and unrhythmic, all tongue and teeth, just like how he felt on the inside—his heart skipping beats and legs feeling wobbly. And oh god, his cock was throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants—it was growing oh-so sensitive and nearly painful. His hips started to twitch against yours before grinding down mindlessly.
Once he started he couldn't stop humping your clothed cunt. Breaking his lips from yours he moans softly, holding onto your hips tightly for leverage as he ruts his against you. You let out a soft, surprised gasp as his hips rutted against yours wildly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer as your hips bucked slightly to meet his. With every thrust forward, the bulge in his pants caught on your covered clit just right. You were getting wet, a soaked patch seeped through onto your shorts.
He was so close already, about to cum in his pants like a desperate idiot just from humping you like a damn dog. His face was turning a darker shade of red from embarrassment, but he was too lost in you already to care about shame. "Hnnn!" He whimpered, blowing his load almost immediately—hips stuttering to a slow stop.
"Did you just...?" You mumbled, not judging but surprised and a little more turned on. He nodded with a low whine and began to pull on your shorts, because he definitely wasn't done. He was still hard and driven by unadulterated desire. "Need to be in you." He growled quietly, a sudden change from being so whiny and needy just a few seconds ago. "Please lift your hips..." You obeyed quietly so he could shove down your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Oh fuck, you were so wet and pretty for him. He was completely lost in the sight of you, losing his damn mind as his heart pounded in his ears. He began fumbling with the button on his pants and shoving them down along with his cum-stained boxers. His cock springs up, twitching on its own. The tip an angry red, leaking enough precum that it drips down his length. He whimpers as the cool air hits the sensitive tip, he's barely able to hold back from slamming his cock all in at once. "Mmf—sh-shit, baby. Please...please tell me I can be inside you." He begs his tone turing into a low, needy whine all over again like he just can't help himself. Which, he really can't help himself. Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, pupils swallowing up his irises. He's nearly unrecognizable like this, just driven by carnal desire, he's completely libidinous.
You nod slowly, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. He whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his free hand wrapping around the base to guide himself toward your slick entrance. His tip nudges your hole, pushing in deeply as soon as he made contact. He drops his head against your collarbone, moaning and whimpering while his hips rut against yours once again. You gasp at the intrusion of him bottoming out immediately, your arms wrap around him, hands running along the ridges of his spine. His thrusts don't start out slow or gentle like they usually do, no, he immediately begins to pound your poor pussy with zero warning. His breaths come out heavy and shaky, thrusts are sloppy and rough and he's whimpering against your collarbone. He bites at your skin to muffle his whines, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed clash against the wall with every thrust.
Your moans fill up the room, high-pitched and louder than his incessant whimpers against your collarbone.
"F-fuck, baby." He whimpers against your sweat-slicked skin. His hips stutter, cock grinding inside, the tip hitting your g-spot just right to make you gasp.
"Follo...r-right there, please..."
He loses it at the sound of your voice, so needy and sensual all for him. "You're gonna kill me, b-baby..." He moans slamming into your harder than before.
The rickety mattress squeaks in protest beneath the both of you, headboard clashing with the wall and probably leaving cracks in the paint from how hard he's fucking you.
His hands leave your hips only to grab the back of your knees and fold you into a mean mating press, knees squishing against your tits through the fabric of your shirt. You honestly didn't even know you could bend like this—maybe Follo should take aphrodisiacs more often.
The way he's fucking you now is completely different than the usual way he makes love to you. Usually it's gentle, and slow, tender kisses and much less chaotic like he'd die without being plunged in your pussy.
He swears he's so close already, cock throbbing deep inside you. Oh, he's so embarrassed beneath all that pussydrunk desire. He's about to cum again so damn easily...
"O-oh fuck!" He whines, biting and sucking on your collarbone—leaving a wet, red hickey against your glistening skin.
The sight of his mark on you only pushes him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and grinding deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock grinding against your g-spot semt you closer to the edge as well, legs quivering beneath his touch.
"F-follo, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, back bowing and head tilting back as a white heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.
He panted and lifted his head to look into your glossy eyes—a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. His forehead drops against yours, making the situation more intense than before. His eyes never leave yours even as he slams his hips forward again.
Thats all it takes before you're both cumming, your walls spasm around his leaking cock. Your senses heighten, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. Cum spurts in thick, silky globs from his tip, painting your walls white. Both of you pause, gasping for air after cumming so hard.
He looks down at you in awe, cupping your cheeks between his sweaty palms—gently swiping the tears away from your eyes. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips against yours. His kiss is deep a little sloppy from being out of breath.
After a few moments of afterglow, Follo begings to harden inside you again. The aphrodisiacs still have a chokehold over him, libido higher than ever. It wouldn't he surprising if he can last hours on end before even shooting blanks.
The kiss deepens and his hips slowly begin to grind against yours again with his twitching cock still burried deep inside your cunt.
You whimper against his lips at the sensation. You were still oh-so sensitive from cumming and he's already starting to hump your poor, used pussy like a dog again.
He swallows every little whimper and moan that leaves your lips before rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips.
Boths of his hands grab your ass as he pulls back from the kiss, lifting you on his cock and lowering you again. "Please, baby..." He whispers softly in a breathy tone. "Please ride me."
You sit up on his lap, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. His breathy, needy tone turns you on again. Your hips move subconsciously—back and forth, up and down and in sensual circles that make you both whimper.
His hands stay on your ass as you bounce on his cock and he whispers gentle praises to you. "Hng-! Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. Just like that, ride me just like that." He praises, bucking his hips to meet every drop and rock of your hips. You pick up the pace, hips moving more rapidly against his.
He lets out a choked moan, gripping your ass harder. "Y-yeah, baby just like that. Ride m-my cock like it's yours. I-it's yours baby..." He moans, words practically incoherent as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock.
Your skin began to burn and tingle beneath his palms from how hard he was gripping your ass. His nails left crescent moons in your skin, desperately trying to ground himself yet failing miserably. "Mmfuck! H-hah—it's yours...it's yours. Take it baby, it's all yours."
The sound of him being so needy and pussydrunk makes you wetter, walls fluttering around him as your nails began to lightly dig into the fabric of his shirt that was still unfortunately on. Your hands slid down his chest slowly before pushing up the hem of his shirt. You watch his stomach tense up everytime your hips lower on him, and also notice the sticky mess on his pelvis from where your slick drips onto him.
"Mm, y-you're making such a big m-mess." He says, watching your clit rub against his pelvis as you circle your hips. He listens to your moans for a moment before lifting one of his hands and placing it between you two. His thumb presses against your clit, and rubs soft circles.
Your hips buck, moans leaving your lips as he starts stimulating your clit while you ride him. "H-hnn! Don't stop." You plea, hips desperately chasing your own sweet release.
You swear you begin to see stars as that same white heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.
Follo notices immediately and whimpers at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, please...p-please baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock again." He moans as he furiously rubs your clit, feeling the little bud twitch and throb beneath his thumb.
"...'M g-gonna cum... 'm cumming!" Your jaw slacked as you leaned into him, walls spasming around his cock. You soaked his pelvis with slick and squirt.
Follo groaned at the sight and the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to continue thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm while simultaneously chasing his own high again.
His arms are around your waist as his cock pounds into your cunt, making you cry out in overstimulation. "Fuck, F-follo!"
His eyes practically roll back as you clench harder around him, whimpers escaping his lips with every sloppy thrust. "I'm sorry, baby.. sorry, s-sorry." He whines as his hips move harder and faster. He really can't help himself, your pussy is just so addicting and his mind is foggy from the still rampant affects of the chocolate. "Need it so bad... 's so good."
He's desperately trying to reach his high to give your poor pussy a break. Tears roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and your face is burried against his neck.
Just a few more thrusts, he thinks, the plap, plap, plap sound fills the room. And with one final thrust he cums burried deep inside. His cum coats your walls once again as hs slows his thrusts. His eyes open, panting heavily into the air—arms relaxing around you finally.
Your body goes lax against him, hoping he isn't still feeling the affects of the aphrodisiac. Which, he is of course. You whine, feeling him harden inside you again after a few minutes. You lift you head to look at him, brows furround pathetically. His cheeks are flushed pink and he smiles sheepishly now. "H-hah... sorry, baby. Just one more, please?"
And goddamn, you couldn't say no to that face even if you wanted too.
———
The morning after, you both woke up in a sweaty, naked mess. Follo behind you, spooning you and the blankets halfway off.
After a quick shower and getting dressed you walked out through the halls in HQ walking past Enjin who just seemed to be in a fit of giggles seeing the two of you.
Follo's cheeks flush immediately, knowing exactly why Enjin was cackling at you two. Neither of you were good at being quiet to say the least.
"Guess that means I won the bet." Enjin says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His words confuse the both of you but you can only imagine what he was betting on...
"And also, invest in a hotel room." He adds, guffawing when you both turn nuclear.
Maybe the walls are a little too thin.
"Oh em gee fawn you actually posted it we love you so much!!!!" everyone shouts with cheerful joy
Anyway this is genuinely fart out of a butt im sorry, i hope u guys like it anyway
Can you pls do a puppy!oikawa x fem!reader where after a match fans chase him and toru thinks that we're going to be jealous but we don't, and he kinda becomes upset and fucks us in a pouty mood.
It’s ok if you don’t wanna, no pressure.
Love your ficsss😌😌
Yesss I can 🙏🥹. Sorry it took so long btw, my drafts got deleted off the face of the earth somehow. 💔
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𖹭.ᐟ Clingy puppy hybrid!oikawa × f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: doggystyle, knotting, breeding, and fluff (if you squint hard enough)
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 2.9k
๋࣭ ⭑⚝
Toru Oikawa, San Juan's team's beloved setter, and frankly most desired by women (and men). Toru Oikawa isn't just amazing at what he does, he's undeniably attractive—which is something you've had to get used to, and more recently it's gotten easier knowing fangirls flirt with him. He's loyal, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.
But he's not just attractive, he's cute too. Toru has some unique characteristics that make him different from most—a rare ‘mutation’ type hybrid. He's got soft, fluffy dog ears that settle right over his perfect brown hair, and a fluffy brown tail that extends out from his tailbone. So not only is he sexy, but he's utterly adorable.
After a game, per usual a group of fans crowded Toru, flirting and giving him gifts. He laughs and smiles, giving a lighthearted joke, plus an excuse to get going home. As much as he relishes in the ego boost, he feels bad knowing that you likely have to witness him being flirted with on the daily.
Toru finally makes his way through the crowd and rushes home to you—his lovely girlfriend who he wants to be in the arms of right now. He's practically drooling over that thought—wrapped up in your arms and scent. He could die.
It feels like a cruel, torturous eternity before he finally makes it home to your shared apartment—swinging the door open and shutting it with a click behind him as he slips off his shoes and sets them by the door. It's quiet in here, too quiet. Oh, no, what if you're mad at him for getting stopped by that group of fangirls?
Toru's not really sure how you could have found out since you weren't even there, but he's still going to overthink about it like a worried puppy—which he quite literally is.
His ears flatten against either side of his head, tip-toeing around the house like he's waiting for you to come out and start yelling at him. Jeez, even his tail is tucked between his legs. He makes his way towards your room and softly pushes it open, peaking inside. A small sigh of relief leaves his lips when he sees you all cozy in bed, scrolling on your phone.
He smiles, entering the room all the way—making his presence known as he tilts his head. “Hi, baby…” He murmurs, voice like sweet honey that's a little too sweet for someone who's supposed to be innocent.
You look up from your phone finally, peaking up at him as he makes his way towards the bed, immediately sitting down and scooting up next to you. “Hmm, hey. I missed you.”
Toru's arms curl around your waist and his head falls onto your chest—carefully listening to the thumps of your heart. “I missed you too.” He clings to you like a needy puppy, cheek pressing against the curve of your breasts like it's the most normal thing in the world. Letting out a huff you wave your phone in his face, showing him a video you came across.
His attention is quickly pulled to the video, watching it—he's expecting something silly like the videos you usually show him. But no, it's a video of him being crowded by people fawning over him. His expression falters and he looks horrified for a moment before schooling it back to something more neutral. “Uh, is that from today?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
You shrug slightly and pull your phone back. “It looks like it.”
Toru's lips part slightly before he puts on a smirk. “Are you jealous?” He teases, head tilted to the side—but his flattened ears really show that he's worried about what your answer will be.
“What? No.” You shake your head, rolling your eyes like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Why would you be jealous? Toru is loyal, you have nothing to worry about.
Toru's eyes widen, and then he pouts. Why is he pouting? He should be glad you're not jealous because it means you trust him. But a small part of him can't help but feel disappointed—maybe he's a little bit of a sadist and an egoist, and a masochist…and maaaybeeee he wants attention.
“You're really not jealous?”
“Nope.”
He huffs and puts his head back down, pout still on his lips, ears still flat like you just took away his favorite toy.
Toru stays like this for a while, huffing and puffing with a pout on his lips before something catches his attention—one ear perking up slightly. He tilts his head, nose pressed to your neck as he takes a small inhale. He nearly groans, you smell so redolent—a mix of your lotion and something that's just undeniably you.
He stays there, just like that with his face against your neck for a few moments, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in that scent. Maybe poor Toru just wanted attention, a reason to prove something—thats kind of silly though, but sure enough he's still pouting about you not being jealous.
“Mmf, baby?” He murmurs against your neck, tail going rigid behind him—arms tightening around you like he was holding back from doing something impulsive.
“Yes?” You set your phone down and turn to face him a little more, fingers tangling in his hair on the back of his neck. Your eyes meet his, and slowly wander over his flushed and pouty expression—slowly beginning to smirk as you realize what's up with him.
Toru's face is buried further into the crook of your neck, his hair gently tickling your skin. “I need you so bad, like right now.” He practically whines, his hips bucking forward as if to further prove his words.
Shivers run down your spine as his breath and hair hit your neck, his words only spurring that feeling further, making it spread and tingle in your lower stomach. You giggle softly and lean into him. “How romantic.” You murmur sarcastically, rolling flat onto your back, legs spreading slightly as if inviting him to settle between him.
Toru takes up that invitation immediately—sitting up on his knees and settling between your legs. His hands grip your waist and press your hips to his as he leans dowm—looming over you quietly like he's waiting for you to give him the green flag to finally give into his impulses. His eyes never leave yours, gaze deep and intense.
He's like an entirely different person in the bedroom, outside the bedroom he's energetic, clingy—a little moody—smug and everything you'd expect Toru Oikawa to be. But when he's turned on enough he's quiet and scarily observant. Though, after a while when he's really getting into it, he's a goddamn mess, fucking into you like an animal. (Literally)
You give him a small nod as if to wordlessly tell him he can do what he wants.
And with that, his lips catch yours in a messy, searing kiss that's all tongue and teeth like he really can't help himself. His hips grind up against yours, pulling your hips onto him as he grips your waist. You kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his hips.
Toru's hands slip under your shirt fervently, pushing up the fabric till your breasts are revealed. He pulls back just enough to get your shirt up and over your head before he smashes his lips right back against yours in a feverish kiss that peppers down your jaw and neck.
You can't help but arch against him—the way he's touching you, kissing you like you're the only person in the world? Your stomach fills with a tingly feeling that lingers down between your legs like a spreading fire—and Toru can practically smell and taste the arousal radiating from between your legs. It just makes him more determined, his fingers hooking in the waist band of your shorts as he tugs them down—sucking and biting small red marks along your neck and down your chest in a way that pulls the softest erotic moans from your lips.
He can't help but feel just a little smug, but he hides it as his lips descend down your torso—nipping your skin as he nears the waistband of your panties. Toru's growing more and more excited and slowly losing that serious and observant persona. His head is between your legs now, hands on your thighs as he ruts himself against the mattress. Poor Toru, he can't help it, he wants you so badly he has to hump the goddamn bed while he tries to make you feel good as well.
“You smell, so—ah—fucking good.” He moans as his nose presses just above your clothed clit without warning, making you jolt slightly with a small moan. His tongue slips out, tracing a torturously slow line over your slit through your panties. He groans at the taste, barely able to take it as he lifts his head just enough to pull the fabric that covers your cunt to the side—not yet pulling it off all the way. With careful fingers he spreads apart your folds, looking over your glistening pussy with hunger in his eyes, like he could just devour you right now.
Toru's eyes watch your hole as it flutters around nothing and drools onto your panties—lowering his head, he lets his nose brush against your clit as his tongue laps up your slick.
Your back arches slightly, lifting away from the mattress as he begins to taste you. It only makes you wetter, more slick dripping from you as your thighs press against his head. He moves his hands to grab your soft, plush thighs—burying his face against your core, tongue lapping up your arousal hungrily as you buck against his face.
He pulls back suddenly and kneels back up onto his knees between your legs, tearing off your panties as he reaches for his own clothes. Tossing his shirt to the side and shoving down his pants and boxers—barely taking them off all the way before he grabs your hips.
The swollen reddish tip presses against your cunt, rubbing over your folds as he whines slightly. His face is flushed and he has that scarily intense look again like he's waiting for something. He looked at you, watching your expression. “Are you okay?”
You nod at his answer, bucking your hips up slightly, causing his length to rub against your slit again. “I'm okay.” You reassure him that you're just fine, and want this as much as him.
Toru groans hands tightening on your hips enough to leave marks as he flips you onto your stomach—dragging you onto all fours by your hips, making you arch against him. He drags you back, aligning his twitching cock with your entrance with a whimper.
He's still pouting, still needy for attention. He still wants a reaction—wants you to be jealous like the attention whore he is.
Your hands clench around the sheets looking back at him, watching his pouty expression—rolling your eyes, your lips part to tease him. “Quit pou—” You start, immediately being cut off by his thick, leaky tip filling you up. A gasp leaves your lips, grabbing the pillow and letting out a guttural moan.
Toru doesn't give a warning, he doesn't say a word—he slams inside till you're taking everything but his swelled up knot, gripping your hips tight enough that his nails dig crescent moons into your soft skin. He whimpers, pulling away till his half way out and slamming your hips back onto his cock. He whimpers, bucking his hips forward to grind himself into you. “F-fuck your so tight.”
You moan as you stretch on his cock, the sting feels so painfully good. He doesn't start off slow, he immediately continues slamming forward into you—hands on your hips to drag you back onto his throbbing cock. He's like a feral animal, fucking into you with zero remorse—grunting and whimpering as you squeeze and flutter around him. “Baby… you—ngh!—take me so good!” He groans out, voice a low rumble despite his little whimpers.
“T-toru!” You plead his name, are you begging him to go faster? To slow down? You're not even sure, gripping the sheets with each deep thrust that shoves you forward, and pulls you back. He's so big, and filling you so deeply it feels like you're splitting—despite not even taking all of him, and you know you're not taking all of him—you don't know if you can.
He's close, pounding into you desperately as he chases his orgasm. “Damnit– I'm so close, baby.” He whimpers, one of his hands sliding down the expanse of your back to grip the nape of your neck—pulling you up, so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands snakes around, gripping the front of your neck as he whimpers and grunts into your ear.
The sound of his whimpers right against your ear is mellifluous to you, only spurring you closer to the edge as his cock slams into you. Toru's lips pepper up and down your neck, nipping and licking at your sweat slick skin like he can't get enough of it—mumbling sweet praises as he does so.
He feels himself about to cum, grabbing your hips harder as he pleads against your ear, sending vibrations down your spine that you feel linger in your core. “Baby, please, please take my knot.” He says, shoving forwards as you feel the swell push against your already aching entrance. “Please, I wanna—hng—fill you up!”
You let out a whine, trying to relax your muscles for him as the swell of his knot pushes in slowly but surely. You cry out grabbing his thighs that are against the backs of yours, the muscles beneath his skin tensing tightly as his knot pushes in all the way—the feeling is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm wracking over your body causing it to convulse against him. Your walls flutter and spasm wildly around him, heightening both of your pleasures. He groans loudly, his tip pressing against your cervix as he cums—thick, silky ribbons of cum paint your walls.
Toru's grip on your neck tightens slightly, turning your head to face him at an angle so he can kiss you deeply—tongue delving into your mouth as his hips grind forward. You whimper against his lips, body still shuddering as one of your arms reaches up to cradle the back of his head as his neck cranes down to kiss you.
The position is awkward but intimate as you both come down from your high. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls back from the kiss, staying plunged deep inside you as he guides you to lay down with him. His arms keep you close as he whispers against your ear. “Mmf, I want you to be so full of me.” His hand rests over your stomach, the meaning of his words making your skin feel a little warm and fuzzy. “You'd be so pretty if I put a baby in you.”
He smiles before faltering. “NOT that you aren't already beautiful, but, you'd just be glowing.”
You sigh and smile, utterly spent as you lean back into him, still panting slightly. Your head turns a little, glancing at him a bit. “At least you're not pouting anymore.” You tease, watching him pout again.
“Why did you have to remind me!?” He complains dramatically, putting on such a cute pouty expression with his floppy ears pressed against his head.
You giggle and sigh. “I'm kidding Toru, don't pout, okay?” You turn your head back and murmur. “I wouldn't mind if you got me pregnant though.”
That enough makes him stop pouting, his nose nuzzles against your hair, taking in your soft, spent scent. His eyes close and he finally manages to pull out, lifting your leg slightly as he watches his release drip out of you.
You moan, “Toru–” he cuts you off, pressing two fingers inside you to push all of his cum back inside. “Shhh…” He soothes softly, kissing your shoulder gently. “Dont wanna waste a single drop.”
As his fingers are plunged inside you, his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles with a smug smirk on his face.
“Toru– I'm t-too sensitive.” You whimper, hips twitching as his fingers slowly pump inside you. He watches with rapt attention.
“C'mon, how about round two?” He teases, pressing his nose against your shoulder as his thumb circles your clit faster. You whimper and shake, grinding down against his hand. “Ugh, no, Toru.” You mutter, biting your lip as you hold back moans.
“Fine… just, give me another. Cum f'me one more time, please baby? I beg.” He pouts, kissing the column of your neck as his fingers crook at the perfect angle, rubbing against your g-spot.
“Fuck–! Fine, T-toru!” You whine, clenching around his fingers as they fuck into you with a perfected precision that pushes you toward the egde quickly. He softly nips at your shoulder, watching his fingers disappear inside your pussy each time you clench and suck them deeper.
“Ngh– I'm gonna cum!” You cry out, hips bucking as your walls flutter around his fingers, arousal dripping down his fingers and hand. Your second orgasm washes over you, hands clenching in the sheets as you finish around his fingers.
He smirks and pulls his fingers out finally, reaching them up to his lips to lick them clean, tasting a mixture of himself and your arousal. He hums and pulls you back against him. “Perfect.”
His arms wrap around your waist as he spoons you, pulling the blanket over both of your bodies. “Love you..” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss jest below your ear.
“I love you too.”
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I kind of lost the plot toward the end 🥹 pls dont get me.
Comments and reblogs are appreciated (so are asks and requests!) I'm gonna TRY to write more consistently guys
CW: Face sitting, praising, breeding, dry humping, body worship, aphrodisiacs, food play, impact play and dumbification, size difference, recording during sex, BDSM, orgasm control, overstimulation, dacryphilia, man-handling, brat taming, rough sex.
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Koutaro Bokuto: Face sitting, praising and breeding. Koutaro loves it when you sit on his face, and ride his tongue. He gets off on knowing he's making you feel good. He'll encourage you to use him—grind on his tongue, he doesn't care if he can barely breathe. Koutaro also loves it when you praise him, whether it's while he eats you out or fucks you he loves to hear you tell him how good he is. That alone could make him cum hands free. Koutaro loves cumming deep inside you, filling you up so full in hopes of getting you pregnant. He'll beg to breed you—telling you he'd love to see your tummy so full with his baby and beautiful.
Keiji Akaashi: Dry humping and body worship. Keiji loves when you grind on him fully clothed—knowing your needy and desperate for him to this point definitely gets him off. He also loves to worship your body—praising every inch of you head to toe. Your pleasure is more important than his own to him.
Osamu Miya: Aphrodasics and food play. Osamu would love buying aphrodisiac chocolate and have you both eat them. The haze and warmth that washes over him—the way you start looking at him like you could eat him alive. He loves that. Osamu would also love food play—putting whipped cream on your pussy or tits and licking it off is something he likes doing. You are his favorite meal, and he likes to make it just a little more fun for you both.
Atsumu Miya: Impact play and dumbification. Atsumu is into spanking you whether it's as a playful punishment during sex or while fucking you from behind gets of on the sounds that leave your lips, and the way you clench around him tighter. Atsumu likes fucking you stupid, to the point where you can barely form words, and you're reduced to nothing more than a whiny, drooling mess. Knowing he can do this to you gets him off like crazy.
Aran Ojiro: Size difference, praising and breeding. Aran loves being bigger than you, and knowing his cock is to big for you. Each time he fucks you it's like he's splitting you right open. He loves telling you how good you're taking him even though he's only half way in, and you're already crying. Aran also loves the idea of getting you pregnant, he'll cum deep inside you and pull out just to push his release back in with his fingers—insisting you'd look so pretty pregnant.
Rintaro Suna: Sex tapes/recording. Rintaro loves recording you have sex with him, whether it's a short video of you giving him head, or a long one of him fucking you in missionary. He loves the thrill of it, and also being able to watch you when you're not with him. Rintaro will sit with his phone in one hand and cock in the other stroking himself to a video of you taking his cock so beautifully—listening to your moans while precum drips down his cock.
Kiyoomi Sakusa: BDSM, orgasm control. Kiyoomi loves tying you up, or restraining your legs with a spreader bar, he loves to be in full control of what you do in the bedroom. He loves watching you attempt to squirm, and be unable due to the restraints. Kiyoomi loves listening to you whine and beg to cum while his fingers thrust and curl deep inside you at the perfect angle. He wont let you cum till he says so—fingering you or fucking you till theres tears running down your cheeks and you can barely handle not cumming. Kiyoomi also likes giving ruined orgasms.
Tooru Oikawa: Dacryphilia, overstimulation and body worship. Tooru loves it when you overstimulate him and make him cry. Your hand sliding down his cock—making a slick obscene noise as you make him cum again and again. His thighs shaking and tears are running down his face but he loves it. Tooru loves it when you worship his body, kissing him everywhere and praising him, it fuels his ego and turns him on.
Hajime Iwaizumi: Man-handling, brat taming and impact play. Hajime loves bending and folding your flexible body into any positions possible. During missionary he'll place his hands on the back of your knees and push them back till your folded like a pretzel. He'll flip you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing and fuck you till you cry. Hajime also loves a bratty woman, bossing him around and getting on his nerves just enough to where he can't help but bend you over and spank you. You want to be a brat? Fine. He'll fuck it right out of you knowing it'll come right back tomorrow.
Kentaro Kyotani: Rough sex and control. Kentaro loves fucking you rough till you're both a mess, his cock slamming into your cunt hard enough you swear your bones rattle. He loves telling you what to do, telling you to say his name, or tell him your his. Hearing the words leave your lips while your so fucked-out he can't help but cum deep inside you.
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Daichi Sawamura: Dachi is into BDSM and balance. He enjoys bondage, tying you up or using his handcuffs on you. He's also dominant, always in charge—and a complete brat tamer. If you sass him, or get on his nerves he's definitely the type to bend you over and remind you he's the one in control. He'd never lay a finger on you without proper consent before though.
Ryunosuke Tanaka: He's into dirty talk, sensory deprivation and body worship. HEAR ME OUT, he likes to be the one whos sensory deprived. He likes to be blindfolded, not knowing what your going to do to him gets him off like crazy. He loves when you whisper nasty things in his ear and act all innocent after, and he loves to worship you head to toe—praising everything about you, all the time. He'll kiss you from your feet all the way to the top of your head. He's obsessed and isn't afraid to show it.
Yuu Nishinoya: Body worship and overstimulation. Yuu loves worshiping your body, kissing and touching you everywhere during sex. He'll listen to your every whim without a second thought. You want him to get on his knees and beg? He's doing it and he's not ashamed at all. He loves mutual overstimulation, fucking you both through orgasms and not stopping till you're both to sensitive to move an inch.
Shoyo Hinata: Oral fixation. He loves giving you head more than he likes receiving it. Shoyo gets off on his head and face being squished between your thighs while you cum. He begs you to sit on his face, and ride his tongue till your quivering and dripping. Knowing he's pleasing you so good can make him cum hands free.
Tobio Kageyama: Hair pulling. His favorite position is doggy style—grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back onto his cock gets him off. I guess he likes a little man-handling to. He'll fold and drag you into whatever positions possible.
Tadashi Yamaguchi: He's 100 percent submissive. He loves when you take control and boss him around. You want him to switch positions? He'll do it quickly without a second thought. He loves when your a little mean too, and wouldn't mind a little rough-handling. Also, he whimpers and begs a lot.
Kei Tsukishima: Degrading and orgasm control. He's such a bully even in bed. He'll call you a pathetic slut with a smirk and pull his fingers out of your already aching cunt when you're close. Knowing he can reduce you to such a whiny mess gets him off, and he'll go at it for what feels like a damn eternity.
Tetsuro Kuroo: Brat taming, praising/degrading and dacryphillia. Tetsuro loves a bratty, bossy woman, but he also loves putting you in your place. If you think you're in control while having sex with him, and you start getting cocky. You'll regret it and quick. He'll pick up the pace, fucking up into you hard enough while you ride him to make tears run down your face. He'll praise and degrade you in the same sentence calling you, "A good slut." or "A pretty pathetic mess." He loves watching tears run down your face from overstimulation, it just makes him harder.
Kenma Kozume: Lazy sex and an oral fixation. He likes when you ride him while he plays his video games—feeling your tight pussy wrap around his cock while he tries to remain indifferent. But he can't, his fingers twitch as he tries to keep playing and he'll let out small whines till he can't take it anymore. He'll spill deep inside you, without him having to move a muscle. Kenma loves when you give him head under his desk while he streams or games. He tries his best to stay as quiet as possible, barely able to contain himself when he feels you deep throat him till your nose presses against his lower abdomen.
Lev Haiba: Size difference. He loves being much bigger than you, he's like a big puppy. He loves being able to fully wrap his hands around your waist, or pin both your wrists down in one hand. He likes knowing his cock is too big for you—splitting you open so well. He likes hearing you whine that you can't barely take it. He'll laugh softly and murmur, "Yes you can, pretty girl.. It's okay." While he slowly bottoms out inside you.
Morisuke Yaku: Dry humping and choking. Morisuke loves when you grind on him fully clothed, your pussy desperately searching for friction against his growing bulge. His hands grasp at your hips guiding you against him as he bucks his hips into you. Morisuke loves having his hand around your neck, squeezing gentle—not enough to hurt or restrict oxygen but enough so you can feel him. He also wouldn't mind if you did it back. He'd love it if you retaliated.
Satori Tendou: Impact play, somnophilia, chubby girls, and aphrodisiacs. (Sorry i like me a freaky tendou) Satori loves spanking your ass while he fucks you from behind, he loves the sounds that leave your lips and the echo of the slap. Satori would like it if you retaliated as well—smacking him back, yeah that would definitely turn him on. He'd also love it so much more if you're chubby. He'd love squeezing your soft, plushy hips, waist and thighs. He'd let you suffocate him between your thighs—squishing his head while he eats you out. Satori also likes the idea of you grinding on him while he sleeps, he'd love to wake up to your hands down his pants while you rub yourself on his thigh. He also likes experimenting, having you both eat aphrodisiac choclate he made himself. He'd love feeling that hot dizzy feeling while you cant keep your hands off eachother—going at it like wild animals.
Wakatoshi Ushijima: Ushiwaka is into size difference, lingerie and feeling himself inside you when he fucks you. He likes knowing his so much bigger than you that when he presses his hand onto your lower stomach he can feel the bulge of himself inside you. He also likes when you dress up in skimpy lingerie—peeling your lacey set off you like your a fragile gift.
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