randomly remembering I had a tumblr acc and logged in to see what I was posting back then…. Lemme js say I’m deeply disappointed in my younger self and anyone who actually enjoys ts rn 😭😭😭😭
Will there be a part two to the dogma x reader smut I loved it
Honestly I’ve been working on it for a couple months now I just lack creativity 😭😭I just feel like if I did it would be too verbatim but working on it 🥹💕
imagine omi being all needy and begging for ur attention in the morning, the way an innocent good morning kiss turns into steamy make out sessions and before you know it he is grinding against you while his eyes watch you in a lustful manner.
“(m/n)…” he tugged At your waist band as the two of you were laying in bed “what’s wrong love?” You asked teasingly. “Want it in my mouth..” he said looking at you as embarrassment seeped into his eyes “take it out baby, I’ll help you”
now laying between your legs looking at you In the eyes he moaned so pretty around ur cock. Tears streaming down his face as your tip went all the way down his throat.
“good boy, so good for me kiyo” you cooed as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his way down again
you loved the sounds of his chokes and gags As he gripped your thighs “cumming baby, please please please hngg” you moaned tossing your head back in ecstasy you squirted your semen down his throat.
coming down you high only to realize he was a whimpering mess still humping the bed trying to find some sort of friction, maybe you should reward him for being so good to you.
You woke up, your mind was a little hazy. You were coming home from work and then suddenly you felt something hit you in the head. You weren’t in a basement or a warehouse. You seemed to be in a soft purple bedroom that was filled to the brim with soft pastels, stuffed animals and anything that read ‘childish’.
To most people it might have felt insulting, but to you; it’s everything you ever wanted. Still you wondered why you were in a room like this and why were you cuffed to the headboard.
But your questions were soon answered when someone entered the room. Dressed in his classic green and orange hero suit, the hero known as Dynamight, came in. He looked as menacing as ever. When he saw you were awake however, he broke into a smile, “Oh, you’re awake. I thought I might have killed you.” He said in his rough voice.
You shook your head, “Nope, still alive. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Bakugo frowns at your self deprecating response. He was also expecting you to kick and fight but you were just laying there without a care in the world. ‘Why is she so calm? Oh shit, is she comfortable!?’
“Are you comfy?” He asked.
You shrugged, “Yeah, everything but the handcuffs I guess.”
“That’s meant to keep you safe for now. Do you like the bed? I might have gone a bit overboard with the purple but I knew your favorite color is purple.”
“No, I like it.” You gestured with your chin to the large kuromi plush in the far corner, “Had my eye on one of those for a while, couldn’t afford it.” You said. He looked at you for a moment, “I was expecting you to kick and scream. I did kidnap you after all.” He admitted with questionable eyes.
“Well, I wish you didn’t hit my head but I have to say for what the press say, you actually seem really nice.”
Bakugo frowned at the mention of the press and blushes at you saying he’s nice. He composed himself and put his hands on his hips, “I want you to stay with me. I love you, Y/N and you deserve to be safe in this fucked up world.”
You looked up at, blinked once and said, “Sure. I’ll stay with you.”
“Well, too bad. You will sta-wait what! Just like that? What the fuck!” He yelled.
“Well, do you promise to take care of me, feed me, make sure that I’m okay? Will you provide me with love?” You asked.
He broke into a smirk, “Of course I fucking will. All the love you could ever want and fucking more.” The blonde hero said proudly while blushing intensely.
You smile, “Then I’ll stay.”
His blush only grows more at the sight of your smile. Bakugo looks away from your face.
“Can you tell me your real name Mr. Dynamight?” You asked.
He sits down on the bed so you were eye to eye. He always looked terrifying on the news but you could see that he was far from scary instead he’s beautiful and gentle.
“Call me Katsuki. My full name is Bakugo Katsuki.”
“It’s very nice to meet you Katsuki. I’m willing to stay with you.”
Katsuki quickly undid the handcuffs that kept you chained to the fluffy bed. He got close, but he barely even touched you in case his touch might scare you away.
“Most people would run away.” He mutters.
“Not me.”You said.
“Why?” He was curious. He had been following you for months. He thought he knew everything about you, he took you away because you lived in shitty conditions inside that sad excuse of an apartment.
‘Were you that miserable there? Should I have saved her sooner?’
“There’s two reasons, one that I won’t tell you just yet.” He frowned at the response but realized you said yet, he just has to be patient. You say, “The other reason is I was sad all the time. I worked a dumbass job, had no friends and barely was paid enough. I was able to eat but I wasn’t paid enough to be able to get a college degree, so this isn’t bad. Also did you really make this entire room just for me?”
“Since the day I met you.”
“Well, I think if we had met I would remember a handsome hero but I do wish you just told me.” You said honestly, “Probably would’ve come with you, no need to give me a giant ass bruise.”
Bakugo’s heart broke with how depressed you seemed, how lonely your world was. But he was here for you now and will never leave you alone!
‘Wait…HANDSOME?! Doesn’t that mean you like him too? She doesn’t hate me now right? I did hurt her…’
“S-sorry.” He gently patted the back of your head where he hit you in order to kidnap you.
“Just don’t do it again, or else I will want to leave. I’d rather be sad in my shitty apartment than be hurt like that.”
He nodded rapidly, “Of course! Never again!”
You get off the bed and rubbed your raw wrists. Bakugo watches you with a close eye. He still half expected you to run off, scream for help, or do something to break his trust but instead you looked at him and simply asked,
“I’m really hungry, can we get some food? Or do you have a kitchen and I can cook dinner for us, if you’re hungry too?”
He looks at you in surprise. “I have a kitchen…” He cautiously said. “You seriously won’t run? How fucked up are you?” He immediately tried to take back what he said but you smiled at him causing him to flinch. “I am pretty fucked up in the head, so if you really want to love this pathetic little shit then you’ll have to know that I’m pretty much insane.”
Bakugo stands up and grabs your left wrist slightly burning it. The burning sensation made you cry out in pain but Bakugo ignores your scream. “Don’t you fucking downgrade yourself like that!” He yelled at you with a burning flame in his eyes. “Do not say a fucking word about yourself in that way! You are fucking amazing, damnit! Why do you think this?”
You look at him for what seemed like forever and then smile at his words. He looks at you with visible anger in his whole body, trembling slightly at your gaze. “Why…” Bakugo asked again while loosening his grip on your wrist. You notice the small tears in his eyes and you raise your dominant hand to his cheek. He flinches at your soft touch but soon leaned into your palm.
“I’m sorry that my words hurt you, I never had someone care for me. I will promise you that I’ll try to never say anything bad about myself.”
You tell him with a gentle voice.
“Y-you better, id-idiot…” He whispers as he closes his eyes, your fingers wipe his tears away. You smile at him and lean forward with both hands on his cheeks. Your forehead touching his and he opens his eyes again to see you pressed against him. “Thank you for caring for me even though I barely met you.” You whispered with love in your eyes. Bakugo’s eyes widen at your words and huffs while looking away. “Fucking emotions making me soft…” You laugh causes him to look back at your face. ‘You never laughed before…’ He thought as he watches you calm down. ‘I love it, her laugh is so goddamn perfect. Please laugh more, more for me…’ Bakugo’s eyes softens as you open your eyes again to meet his own.
“Ye-yeah, I’ll take you there.” Bakugo replied with red tipped ears.
⚠️ smut: dominant bottom suna at the beginning, suna in a skirt, overstimulation, stomach bulging, marking, creampie, piss, degradation, hints of corruption (i think), flexible suna
You are a fucking liar. Suna Rintarou had collected a few proofs for that.
As his boyfriend, you brand yourself as a caring one, more than Suna at least, not like the middle blocker does not care for you. You always provide him for his needs, even unconsciously.
You love taking care of him, whether you would put a more-than-enough portion of your food on his plate, do his laundry after yours or drop everything to give him company when he is sad. You love to spoil him to give him happiness and joy.
He got confused when you always got home late this month, only passing by him with a low hum of acknowledgement before showering then off to bed in only your pajama pants, which adds more to the temptation.
Not sparing a glance, not eating dinner or supper with him, not spending quality time with him, not touching him at all, ranging from affectionate cuddles to sensual rubbing of his skin. Hell, he would even want you to break him, leave bite marks and bruises to remind him of how you handle him in bed.
So, no. You were not caring for him. He needs you and you are one of his needs.
As you walked in through the apartment door when the moon is most awake, putting your shoes on the short rack, you turn inwards to meet a sight of Suna wearing one of your button-up shirt, one that you usually put on for uni, paired with a maroon skirt that shows half of his bare thighs.
He even decorated his shins and calves with a black lace stockings below his knees, accentuating his thighs more. The first three buttons were undone to display his collarbone and some of his chest, his fingers nimbly playing with the edge of his skirt, head tilted slightly with a soft smirk, but the lust in his battling grey and yellow eyes are nowhere near soft, sharpened by the dark eyeliner he drew to prepare, even his dark brown hair was combed.
All efforts are about to be a ruined mess anyway.
Each step he took constricts the flow of air into your lungs, his gaze on you collects more sweat under your T-shirt with the help of heat collected by your unzipped hoodie. Suna immediately latches his lips onto yours when he arrived in front of you, abdomen already pressing onto yours too, hands are quick to work to get your hoodie off, then your damp T-shirt, your body all his to feel, your scent of hardwork are greedily sniffed when his breath is taken away by your hungry mouth.
A big question was formed when your words are a contrast to your predatory tongue that was almost down his throat earlier.
“R-Rin! Not tonight, okay? I’m tired…”
Those were not the words he wishes to hear. His disappointment was mirrored by his fingers trailing upwards, nails slightly burying in your skin to paint it a weak red, moving from your stomach, your chest, your shoulders before finally going around to interlock behind your neck.
His beautiful frowning lips and narrowing eyes challenge you in silence for an explanation of your rejection. You shakily mumble the answer because of his teasing nibbles on your neck, occasional hard bites to shape hickeys on it.
“I’ve been finishing my assignments… It was n-not a breeze, I can tell you that- Ah~”
One particular bite was too deep for you to continue, your palms reacted to hold his waist firmly and your boyfriend started to grind his crotch onto you from the sensation, to get more of it. He whimpers from the feeling, poking the hickey that he made with his tongue then licking more of your skin upwards towards your bottom lip, panting hot breaths into your mouth.
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N~ I know you want me too~” he threatened you in a sultry tone, probably the only person you would want to get threats from.
“Seriously, Rin… I feel like I’m gonna pass out…”
Your mouth said that but did otherwise. You can feel Suna smirk into the kiss that you brought him into in reflex, in need of his taste on your tongue. Like Suna said, you are a fucking liar and he did not even have to prove it by himself.
“I’ll get what I want, baby. Just lie down and take it~”
In a tight liplock, the tall middle blocker pulled you into the bedroom and pushed you to lie on the bed, just like he told you to. You are too tired to move, so you just let him undo your pants and take them off along with your briefs.
Suna chuckles at the sight of your hard cock that was very much not tired as you mentioned, swollen red and leaking pre-cum already. He crawls up your laid down figure to face you again for another messy kiss, grinding his hips down on your crotch. Only now that you realized he was not wearing anything under the skirt, send your head somewhere else when you can feel your tip rubbing his loose opened hole.
“I even dressed up for you, baby. Already prepared myself too. Do you know how much I want you inside of me for weeks? Of course not! Hell, who you been fucking with recently?!”
He grabbed your chin roughly, venom dripping from his hushed warning. His grinding slows down to ease the head of your cock into his rim. Gosh, what a pathetic liar you are, being under him with your hips weakly thrusting up to get more of you inside him.
“You are mine, Y/N! Now, I’m gonna fucking ride you until I’m satisfied from the weeks of you abandoning me,”
Your throat forced out a groan from him sitting down fully, your length being engulfed by his wet and warm walls, still tight from his prep. He did not waste any time to start riding you, bouncing on your cock, reminding you how good he is at this, at pleasuring you, though currently, it is all for himself. He is using you like you are his own personal dildo, like you are just a toy that he pushes in to stimulate his prostate.
You moaned at the feeling of his sloppy insides wetting your cock, squeezing you and definitely not letting you out. You are to stay inside of him for the rest of the night, when all of this is finished. It did not take long for you to throb then release your hot liquid inside him, he laughed at that or what he could let out from his heavy breathing. That did not make him stop his movements, fueling his body to ride you harder until the bed squeaks.
“Baby, you cummed so much inside me- Gosh! You’re so warm! And still hard! You had the nerve to pretend to not like it. You need this just as much as I do~”
Suna threw his head back, exaggerating whines with his tongue out at the feeling of your sperm melting his guts. The way your shaft basically rips his prostate quickens his upcoming orgasm, spilling onto your stomach to mark you alongside his art of bites on your skin.
His harsh jumps turn into swivelling but it does not mean it is gentle. You hiss from the sensitivity of his soft inner muscles gripping your swollen length, plus your own warm cum adding the squishing and it sure drives you crazier and loopier than before.
You grip his hips to try stopping his aggressive grinding, his own grip is to pin your hands next to your head, your eyes wide in a second of shock when he gives you a sinister smirk and a lick of his mess of lips.
“Be a good boy for me, Y/N. I still want more~”
He repeats his actions of gyrating his hips to push your stiff cock so deep that a bulge appears and disappears on his stomach almost in a beat and you witness it every time your eyelids have the energy to stay open.
As if your waist was about to break, he thrusts down onto you to increase the rubbing on his own wet and hard cock on your navel to chase his second orgasm, which is already aching but it is too good not to cum again.
The sensation makes him moan so loud to rile you up, get you as wild as him. Joining his sounds, your animal-like panting motivates him to move himself faster so that you could get what he is chasing too.
Cumming for the second time just about a breath away from him, you grunted when he clamps you inside repeatedly. His hips stopped for a while as his whole body trembles reactively from that mind-blowing orgasm, feeling you fill him up more till some leak out, he could feel it all that his eyes cross, laughing drunkishly.
“S-see! I made you cum again! Can anyone else other than me d-do this to you?! Can those whores make you cum so much?!”
He growled on your lips before biting them, pulling you in to make out in a messy and hungry manner. Suna may have lost some of his strength from the energetic movements and the two draining peaks of his that you are able to push both of your bodies up into a sitting position, your length growing inside him, still pressing against his sweet spot. Your boyfriend’s enticing cries in your mouth fires up your hunger, devouring his mouth more, holding his waist tightly.
This is the beginning of your lies. He knew this when he sensed his ass being lifted and dragged back down to stab his already sensitive nerves inside and you do it again, then again and continue. He struggles to keep his lips clinging with yours, unable to prevent the loud cries to fall out, tears already messing the black of his eyeliner, smudging his face along with his leaking drool.
The people in his and your circle would call you ‘the gentle boyfriend’ for always treating him kindly. You hold his hand to calm him down, place a soft peck on his knuckle even to let the butterflies in him fly around. You put your warm palm under his back for comfort, giving him a tender smile when he turns to you to let him know you are there for him.
As if you do not break that back of his at every night of chance.
The way you treat him in bed is far from gentle and he does not mind at all. He even begs for you to be rough with him. The act just annoys him sometimes when that voice of lust in his head shouts “LIAR!” at you.
Your current actions stand in solidarity with that inner voice of his when his limp body was handled by you. Your palms are now harshly pushed under his built thighs to move him, your cock thrusting inside him so deep that he could picture the image in his fucked out head.
Chanting your name like a curse, his voice carries his fading energy, screaming when his dick only leaks cum from the friction onto your pressing abdomen.
“Y/N- Please! Not too f-fast- AH!”
He screams when you pick up the pace, handling him to fuck your cock into him. He moves up and down while you just sit on the bed, using him as a fucktoy. His pleas went deaf in your ears, only grunting into his and even biting his earlobes.
When his nails dig to bleed your shoulder blades, you push his back onto the bed, his legs thrown over your shoulder. That did not seem to stop him from scratching you, now his hands reside on your back, drawing more red lines.
His next orgasm only allowed droplets when his hole got filled with your cum. He panics when you continue your rough thrusts and not leave his definitely swollen prostate alone. Your abuse to his sweet spot is just as torturous to the ones you give to his toned body, your shirt that he wore got ripped without care, teeth biting his chest, neck, nipples that leave him shouting from pain and pleasure.
“B-baby! Stop! I can’t-”
You interrupted his cries with your lips, his already having cuts from your harsh bites. Your thrust could possibly get harder, prodding deeper on his bruised prostate that his hands fall on the bed to grip it. His whole figure jolted upwards when you push in time with your thrusts until his head felt light, his head no longer lays on the bed as it hovers from the edge.
More lies.
Your sweet smile? Gone. All he could see from his bobbing head and hazy sight is a look of anger, frustration, even disgust towards him.
They say you are innocent. The day his volleyball captain, Kita, brought a first-year into the gym, everyone coddled you, treating you like their cute little brother.
Who the fuck is this guy that fucks him like a slut, one hand stroking his barely hard and hurting dick to rail him into another peak?
They say you are an obedient young man. You always listen to your upperclassmen when they ask you to run an errand, to obey instructions.
Then, why are you not listening to him when he tells you to slow down, to stop and give him a breather?
They say you are patient. You wait for your turn to talk. You wait for your turn to receive your prize for your excellence.
Who is this man devouring him, pounding into him like there is no tomorrow, not slowing down at all, like this is your last chance to do what you want?
All these lies circling around his barely functioning head, you managed to pant out the greatest truth of the night.
When he only squirts out sharp streams of watery liquid for his orgasm, which he lost count already, you laughed sadistically.
“You really thought I was out there fucking whores, Rin? Why would I...?”
He gasped in a higher pitch even though his throat hurts when you pick his hips up again, his whole upper body would fall off the bed if his arms did not hold onto your shoulders. You sit yourself at the edge of the bed, back hunched forward a bit due to Suna’s hanging weight on you with him holding onto you like an animal in heat.
“...when I already have one right now?”
You smirked at his look of fear, beginning to rock his hips for you to fuck into him like a fleshlight once again. Continuous fuck fest between you both that Suna preserve his strength left for him to slowly place his palms onto the floor, half of his body off the bed in a somewhat handstand position, his legs still around your waist with his ass still filled to the brim with your flowing cum and still hard cock.
Gosh, you love when he does this. His flexible waist allows him to be in this position where his defined abs showcase a clear view of your moving cock in his stomach. You could not help yourself to lower forward a bit too to press the bump with your palm, Suna screams as his empty limp cock unable to spray cum but piss all over his bent abdomen.
“Wow! Rin, look at that! You can’t even cum anymore that you became a piss whore!” you teased him.
“Y/N… I can’t… No m-more, please…”
“Aw~ You’re tired already? I barely even moved. I can still go for hours…”
His gaze only on the dull bedroom wall in front of him, head dizzy from being upside down in between his buckling arms, his whole body shaking almost every second, not looking straight at your menacing smirk.
The sight of a fucked out Suna bending his back on your dick in only his soaked and darker maroon skirt from his piss and his still hugging lace stockings, it turns you on to fuck him more like you did not just nut in him about four times already.
You are a fucking liar, from the moment you walked into the apartment that night. You are not tired at all.
a/n: not proofread (as if i'm gonna do it later 💀) and idk, i puked this out with the rush of cramping 'flexible' and 'nice abs' suna headcanons. yes, i wanna rail this man, what about it ⁉️🙄
warnings: nsfw themes obviously, gn reader and idk im making shit up as I go. A bit of crack if you squint
Atsumu
he is a whimpering mess the second you start massaging his balls with your small hand, he melts in your touch. Whining and thrashing beneath you. Curses spill from is mouth as he grips anything within his reach trying to ground himself. He really tries to not thrust up into your mouth knowing that if he did you would stop.
says things like “b-baby please not t-too rough” what really turns him on is the explicit noises your mouth makes as you suck on his sensitive sacks, it drives him to his climax as he moans your name like a mantra, trembling under your touch. He truly didn’t expect it to feel this good.
Suna
I feel like he would be the type to lay back and let you do whatever, so when you start sucking on his sack he just pulls his head back and exhales, unlike atsumu he does push your head further until you take his balls fully, loves it when you trace his veins with your tongue. Moans things such as “god baby keep going, please don’t stop” not the type to lose composure unless he really wants to cum.
moan with him in your mouth I dare you. He loves it when you hum and start making loud noises, also ya gotta edge him. This man is willing to hold his cum in, your mouth feels too good.
bokuto
He lays down as instructed thinking ‘oh we’re starting off with a blow job’ then when you start kissing and massaging his balls he’s like ‘oh? Maybe just a warm up’ it takes him a couple of minutes until he realizes he isn’t getting his dick wet. Not too disappointed since your mouth feels good, he wants you to take your time it’s just such a foreign feeling to him.
Kinda ruins the vibe for a bit when he says “t-thought you were giving me a bj not a nj…” you pull off with a pop that leaves the poor boy shuddering before asking “what’s an nj??” “A-a nut….job???” You look at him confused before he continues “you know.. like you’re sucking on my nutsack so it’s a nut job.. r-right?? (Name), right??” He’s too pure 😔
osamu
with osamu he kind of keeps his composure. Few grunts and groans here and there but if you start stroking his length he will lose it, goes from “oh god, so good” to “ ah! Fuck (name) fuck it feels g-good~ wanna cum please” if you deny him by squeezing the base, he starts getting desperate just rutting his hips and moaning like a bitch, stumbling over his words and just begging. The best thing about teasing this poor boy is that he WILL submit to you, oh you want him to stop moving too much? ..sure just give him a second, if he’s being too loud? A slap on the thigh and he’ll quiet down, suck harder and he might dry orgasm.
finally when you do let him come (if you haven’t already edged him for hours) he’ll cum so hard he passes out letting out sharp gasps, eyes rolling back as he screams. Please take care of your baby boy afterwards though💕
“who’s my good boy?” You cooed as his legs trembled as you forced him to stand up “‘m-me!~” he yelped dumbly as he watched your strap go in and out bulging out of his belly “so good for me pretty boy you think you can hold your cum for a bit?” “N-no! No no no please no mommy I-I wanna be your good boy but p-please let me c-cum” “now baby, don’t get greedy you know ya gotta finish practice first no?” He whimpered as a reply, ignoring it you pulled out before kissing his cheek “come on baby I’ll cheer for you” with that he stood up wobbly “t-thanks…” “for what? Isn’t that what team managers are for?”
First time writing for fem reader can u believe it?!!
You’d expect someone as cocky and bratty like oikawa to be just as cocky and bratty in the bedroom but that is just not the case.
sure he could get cocky about certain things “could we skip this part? I’m Already stretched out for you” he laughed at your annoyed face “whatever you say” you sighed unbuckling your belt and getting on top of him.
but just as you were about to push it in- he felt it. He felt the tip. It went All down hill from there.
he got real quiet and gasped sharply as you gave him no time to adjust after pulling out. Loud moans and pleas filled the room as he became absolutely fucked out “ha-AhH~ daddyyy! Slow down please” hands clawing the strands of your hair pulling it towards him roughly as a way of grounding him self to reality, have you always been this rough? Sure you guys have gone weeks without having sex, volleyball and school being a handful but it would be so unlike you to be setting such a brutal pace so early on he figured something was off.
he screamed your name but you payed no mind “t-too much s-sir I-I’m cumming!~” he groans as he feels your hands immediately press his leaking cock firmly preventing him from cumming. Whiningly he called out again only to be silenced by your lips kissing him with force. He breaks the kiss gasping for air as you begin stroking his cock with no warning and a painful amount of pressure on the tip.
he was losing it at this point tears running down his flushed face and back arched so much it looked painful yet it felt so good, everything did. Even the slightest of touch had him groan in pleasure.
he gasped as he felt himself getting close it he pulled your hair so hard he thought he might’ve yanked some strands out but it’s not like you felt it-actually you haven’t even changed your expression since the beginning, what’s the matter? He thought before quickly realizing what’s going on.
none of this is real, it’s a dream.
You aren’t his boyfriend?
you never were.
he knew that now as he woke up in a cold sweat, erected cock so neglected but that wasn’t his main concern he looked around his empty room. He knew you weren’t there. Yet he felt hope, he was so pathetic fantasizing about his own best friend’s boyfriend how could he? He knew you were in a relationship with iwa-Chan but why did it feel so right? Being underneath you, touching you, pleasuring you, everything? It felt real yet he knew it could never happen. He hated this feeling yet all he could do is get himself off to the thought of you yet again before struggling to go back to sleep because he knew at least only in his dreams you two would finally be together.
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first of all I just wanna say…. What a turn out right? I wanted to be smut but for some reason I feel like a bitch today so there <3333
Imagine having oikawa sitting on your cock for quite some time all because he couldn’t admit to the fact that your cock was just too big and he wasn’t fully prepped.
“what’s the matter toruu? You’ve been at it for some time now you need help baby?” You teased
“n-no fuck off I-I just need some ti-HAA!” He yelped as you thrusted up roughly “Y-you asshole!!” He cried as you flipped him over, his back hitting the soft mattress “I’ll take it from here pretty boy” you kissed him hard As you quickened your pace hips meeting his.
No matter how many times you do it sakusa always manages to be taken off guard when you pull down his briefs in the most random times, not like he’s complaining though, he loves being able to please you and will never deny you. Not when it feels so good. “O-oh god sir! I-I’m just getting finished with dinner p-please let me just-“ “ leave it be baby, can’t you make a little time for me? Is it that hard to ask? Hmm?” “N-no sir I’m sorry I’ll-“ “ good. Just let me use you it’ll be fun I promise” you lifted his chin up kissing him gently as he turned around facing you. “Let take this to the bedroom yes?”
A/N: let me know if I should make this longer maybe a second part?
“Im sorry master” were the words atsumu spoke as he trembled in fear, he hadn’t meant to cum on your work clothes and most certainly without permission. Hot streaks of tears slid down his face as you pushed him off your lap with force, you then walked back towards the closet as he began to ramble nonsense “I-I really m-mean it I’m sorry it was an accident I’ll be a good boy I promise sir I-“
“I don’t want to hear it slut. Now unless you wanna get hurt get on your knees. Face down ass up you know the drill” you said walking towards him, vibrator and rope in hand. If only he knew you’d plan to keep him like this all night.
a/n: this has been in my draft for a while, idk if you guys will like it, unlike my other works this is angsty instead of smut. i cried.
summary: this is how you found the hq boys cheating. timeskip in most of them.
warning: angst, established relation, cheating, implied sex, mild language. (tell me if i missed anything love.)
pairings: atsumu x male reader and oikawa x male reader
atsumu miya
you and atsumu had been married for two years, and you never doubted him to be honest, he was always an amazing lover and seemed like he had nothing to hide. and that all changed a couple of months ago, it started out small, he came home late and unexcused, would cancel a date last minute, would 'hang out' with his 'friends' for too long and some nights you slept alone.
you tried to understand, life of a star athlete could be hard, you knew that. your husband told you several times that you had nothing to worry about and yet, you just could shake that awful feeling deep down. you tried to ignore it there was something about his change of behavior that was just wrong.
you found out by osamu, unlike his twin, he couldn't bare to keep such filthy secret from his own brother-in-law. he had to sit you down when the shop closed.it was a long night for the two of you.
you couldn't believe it. no- you wouldn't believe it. it was just too much for you, sure he was acting strange and sure that would explain so many things but how could he? you had to see it for your self.
"no [your name] i swear nothing happened between me and [your friend's name] i swear!" you shook your head as tears spilled down your cheek "no no. you did. you fucking did i know it." he grabbed your bag in an attempt to stop you but you simply snatched it away as he pleaded desperately "no no no i-i can't lose you [your name] I'm so fucking sorry i messed up, i won't cheat again, I'll be loyal from now on just please don't leave me." he cried as he tried hugging you "no atsumu. you lost me the moment you fucked her."
oikawa toruu
you knew toruu had a huge fanbase, meaning he could have anyone he wanted. so you sort of saw it coming when iwazumi confronted you. the two of you stayed behind to clean up after practice, and at first you thought he was joking, and said "hey that's not funny man.." but you were convinced when you saw it with your own eyes just how disgusting oikawa could truly be. "no no he won't find out baby come on~" he teased her. he really thought you wouldn't find out he was cheating, he must've been a dumbass because he was just behind the gym and didn't notice your sobbing, also didn't notice when you ran away in shame, how could he?
you decided you couldn't take it anymore, two years. they meant nothing to him apparently. you saw it coming your way long ago, yet you couldn't fathom on why he would cheat. he had no right.
the last time he saw you was in the locker room "hey [your name] you're early to practice huh?" he teased only this time you didn't giggle like you always did, you didn't tease back or even acknowledge him, he gave you a weird look as if to say 'hey did you hear me?' but he brushed it off and went on "anyways, since its just the two of us mind helping me set up-" "shut it." you stated coldly after tying your shoe laces, he looked taken aback by your words for a moment "sorry baby, you must be stressed huh..." he looked away and waited for you to respond, you only scoffed and headed out to the court only to be greeted by non other than iwazumi and kunimi, they gave you a concerned look as iwa approached you hesitantly "hey..you good man?" "no." you whispered "i-im... this is my last practice with you guys, i decided to transfer to shiratowizawa "w-what..." oikawa spoke softly behind you "...why...[your name] you didn't say anything A-about transferring.." tears rolled down his cheek as you turned around huffing "who the hell said you could eavesdrop on me like that?!" you stated coldly, his breath hitched at your aggressiveness, stepping back a bit he yelled "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! ARE YOU NOT GONNA ADRESS THE FACT THAT YOU'RE MOVING ASSHOLE?!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME!! IM YOUR BOYFRIEND I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THI-" "NO NO YOU'RE NOT. FUCK YOU. YOU CHEATED WHY THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO EVEN SAY SHIT TO YOU AFTER ALL THAT?!!" he paused, eyes blown wide and fat tears rolled down his face "N-no this isn't the time or-or place [nickname].." "NO NO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHEN THE RIGHT TIME IS!! SINCE YOU WANNA PUT ME ON THE SPOT HERE." your voice slightly cracking due to your tears threating to fall, you ignored all the whispers of your (former)teammates and iwazumi's attempt at stopping you two, you could only watch oikawa break down "fuck this. two fucking years of your bullshit and you don't even have the balls to say anything huh?" you mocked "hell, i hope you're happy with that whore."
yall want me to make a part two? coz i got a couple of more characters in mind lmao, let me know <33333333
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