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Can’t you tell she’s into villains?

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[kingbreaker-s]

no condom so he’s using the tip of his cock to rub your clit……….

[luckieangel]

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw

[deathmetaldreams]

🌓 Moon Phase 10 - Marechi Blood

Kokushibo x You!FemReader Muzan wants Upper One to impregnate you and give himself an heir. Centuries later Kokushibo is still haunted by his past and doesn't want to make some of the same mistakes Content: NSFW. Mild Adult Content. Protectiveness. Threats. Nudity. Wordcount: 2.6k Previous. / Next. / Chapter List. / KNY Fic List.

Later that evening Kokushibo holds you against him as you slept contently with one arm around your waist and his face buried in your hair. It was comforting and addicting to him to inhale your scent. The peace is disturbed when he senses another presence at the entrance of the temple. He tightens his grip around you instinctively and pulls you closer against his chest. He growls in warning. "What do you want?" He snaps low and dangerous, not in the mood for any visitors even if its Douma. Especially when you're here with him and so vulnerable like this. Douma takes in the scene before him stepping into the backroom and grins, amused and intrigued by the territorial display in front of him. "… I can come back later when you're not so busy?" He asks casually, roaming is eyes over you before locking on Kokushibo's. He's enjoying this far more than he should. The growl he received in return only made his smirk widen. Kokushibo's free hand flexes like he's itching for a fight at Douma's audacity to smirk while using his body like a shield to cover you. "Get out. Now," he snarls.

The temperature in the room drops significantly lower as Douma lowly chuckles before raising both of his hands up in mock surrender and stepping back towards the door. "Alright~ I'll leave you two love birds alone…" Kokushibo watches Douma leave with his smirk still lingering in the air like a threat. He exhales irritated through his nose. "I swear if he comes back.." he mutters into your hair, practically barricading you from any further interrruptions. ".. He won't be walking out of here alive." The message is clear: no one touches what's his. Kokushibo shifts slightly to get more comfortable beside you, keeping one arm securely around your waist as he finally gets some rest too, even though he sleeps lighter than usual. His instincts are too high on alert and ready to respond at any given notice. He stays close protective, vigilant, and almost happy throughout the night. The next morning he wakes slightly the moment you stir next to him. He's surprised at how natural this feels before he huffs and pulls the blanket up higher. "… Morning," he mutters roughly with sleep, but lacking its usual edge. He watches your smile warmly form on your face at him still being there, causing something in his chest to tighten uncomfortably. "Don't get used to this…" "I won't.." But right now in the meantime you put yourarm over his side and nuzzle up closer "Morning.." Kokushibo's breath catches in his throat for a moment at the display of affection, but he doesn't pull away. "… Brat." He brings his hand up to run through your hair, an unconscious way of returning the affection right back at you. "You should still be resting." "..I can only sleep for so long.." You sleepily scoff with your eyes barely open.

He snorts and eye rolls slightly at that. "You look exhausted. You need more rest," he grumbles out concern, but he'll never admit that out loud. "Hmm.." You slowly roam your fingers along his back. "And you.. tense.. did something happen last night after I fell asleep?" A strange, unexpected sensation sent a shiver down his spine in spite of himself. He hesitates answering your question for a moment. "… Nothing worth worrying about." His fingers subconsciously flex. "Just an annoying visit." You stop moving your hand to pull your head away from his chest enough to look up at him curiously. "A visit?" He grip on you shifts like a protective warning. "… Douma. He showed up unannounced." He pauses before continuing with a sharper edge. "Don't worry about it. He's not getting near you again." You choose your next words carefully from not wanting to piss him off first thing in the morning and begin gently moving your hand again. "You're real serious about not letting him get near me, are you..?" He huffs, not sure if he should be annoyed or not. "… I'm serious about keeping him away from anyone under my protection. Especially you." Kokushibo gently brushes a stray hair away from your face. "Don't make me repeat myself…" You nod, leaning into his touch. The way he is feeling is contradicting to the personal promises and arrangements you've made with Douma. "Maybe I can take your mind off it and have you focused on something else that I've been wondering instead.."

"Fine. What is it?" He looks at you skeptically, but entertains your question anyways. Taking that as an open invitation you press up more against his muscular frame and roll on top of him as you lower him down on to his back, softly kissing him. "I noticed something.. and as a demon you'll be able to confirm if I am right or not.." You kiss him again. He narrows his eyes quizzically up at you, trying to ignore the sudden fluttering in his chest from your little stunt. He brings his hands up to rest on your straddling hips. "… Go on." You rest your hand against the pillow by his head as you pull away to look down at him softly, but there's seriousness to it. You feel you already have known the answer for a while now after the realization recently, but need that clarification. "What I want to know is.. am I a marechi?"

Kokushibo watches you closely, theres a subtle shift in his expression. He tenses his jaw. "… Yes. You are." "So I am right.." It all clicks together now. The way how drunk-like him and Douma get when they taste you and the rare success of this pregnancy. The way you've been called "special" before. You lower back down kissing the side of his mouth, down to his jaw. "..you have no idea how much it all makes sense now.." You murmur in between tiny nips. His hands instinctively grip your hips firmer as a grunt escapes him. "… You understand what that means then, don't you?" He mutters lowly and serious. "… Why this pregnancy is so different. Why I'm being so protective." You continue kissing down to his neck and softly nip again. "..And why I'm so special.. yes.. its all clicking together knowing.." Kokushibo hisses through his teeth, a growl rumbles in his chest. "… Yes. You're not just any woman. You're rare. Valuable." He brings his hand up to touch the side of your head. "… And that makes this pregnancy dangerous for you." You're not wanting to think of Muzan's threat first thing in the morning and lowly growl yourself against his skin, bringing your hand to the other side of his neck to hold him still. "Don't remind me.." You bite down hard. Kokushibo's body near jolts underneath you and arches his hip up, pushing his fingers through your hair and resists the urge to tug trying to be careful with you. "… Can't exactly ignore that threat." Despite his harsh words there is concern and worry there for you and the pregnancy. You only growl again in your throat instead at that and suck on his neck. Whether if its because of his influence on you or from the pregnancy carrying a soon to be half-demon, either way you feel yourself gradually becoming demon more and more by your little actions. He moans rolling his head back to give you more access. He's using all of his internal strength to restrain himself from pinning you down and take you right then and there. "Brat.." You don't stop. The feel of his cock hardening underneath you spurs you on even more, lowering your hand down from his neck to rub over where he's bulging as you continue to suck on his skin.

"… Stop that…" He growls breathlessly rather than authorative from his breathing becoming labored, muscles tensing. "… Do you want to test my patience?" You stop rubbing only to very slowly begin unfastening his pants. "You want me to stop..?" His breathing becomes more ragged by the second, fighting the urge to take over. "… You know damn well I don't want you to stop…" With a moan you slip your hand underneath the fabric to delicately wrap your fingers around his cock and lift your head to clash your mouth against his. Kokushibo groans. Without breaking the kiss he flips you over on to your back and pins your wrist above your head with one hand. All restraint is gone. He kisses you roughly and demanding as he lowers himself down completely over you, near tearing your your kimono out of the way. He positions himself against your folds. "..Brat.." "Mmh-" You moan into his mouth, bring your knees up in a press. He instinctively grinds against you in response. Kokushibo breaks away from your mouth to trail kisses down your neck, nipping as he goes down. "… You're playing a dangerous game, pushing my buttons like this…" You can't hold back the moan that escapes you, arching up to him. ".. you know I like to play.." He groans again. Your words going straight to his groin. He grips your wrists firmer as the other hand moves to your thigh, digging his fingers into your soft skin and grinds again. "… You like getting a rise out of me, don't you.." "H-haah.. yes I do.." "… You're going to be sorry for that." He growls lowly, keeping your thighs open wide. "I'm going to make sure of it…" Without another warning he sinks into you in one rough thrust.

Kokushibo groans loudly as his body shudders and twitches in the aftermath, holding you close. "… So amazing.. So damn perfect.." He murmurs ragged against your ear. ".. I love you so damn much.."

"I love you too.. you did so good.." You pant heavily underneath him, holding him close to you. He drops his head to rest against your shoulder, burying his face and lets out a tired huff as if the intensity of the moment has taken a toll on him. "… don't expect me to say that again.." Catching your breath still with little shakes you softly kiss his head while your hands begin to idly roam his back. "I won't expect you.." "I'd kill anyone who dares to take you from me.." he groans softly leaning into your touch. "… Damn woman.. Why do you have to be so goddamn sweet.. I hate it." "Because this side is reserved only just for you.." You smile sweetly feeling the afterglow as your hands continue to slowly wonder. Kokushibo exhales through his nose that almost sounded like an annoyed scoff, but there's no heat behind it. "… That's dangerous, giving me this side of you." he mutters. "… I might start expecting it all the damn time." You kiss his head again and giggle quietly. "And I wouldn't mind it.. just maybe show a little mercy on my clothes.." He huffs amused as you bring up the state of your wardrobe. After all he did come close to shredded it to pieces off you. "… I'll get you new ones. And you're damn lucky I find you just as sexy without them." "If you had it your way I probably would never wear anything again," you smile big. He couldn't deny the accuracy in that statement and lifts his head up to brush a strand of air away from your face before his eyes roam over you like he's picturing exactly that. You naked and vulnerable underneath him all the time. "… Damn tease.. Stop reading my mind so damn well." He mutters gruffly. You couldn't help yourself and giggle again. "You're so good to me.." you whisper looking into his eyes.

A shiver runs down his spine. "Shut up. You're going to make me say something stupid again." "Then come here.." Smiling sweetly still you pull him down for another kiss. He groans against your lips and kisses you back hard, tangling his hand in your hair. He's desperate to keep you as close as possible. "Damn you.." he grumbles against your lips. "Why do you make me feel like this.." "Can ask you the same thing.. as a slayer then I was ready to kill you on the spot the very first day I laid my eyes on you.." You murmur back softly, understanding where he's coming from. Kokushibo freezes for a split second. It's hard to tell if his reaction is out of anger or not. "… That was different. I was just a demon then. Now I'm…" He trails off unable or unwilling to finish that sentence. "..you're what now..?" You look at him curiously. "… Something more." He hesitates, searching your eyes. He's conflicted with a bunch of different emotions going through him including uncertainty, vulnerability, tenderness, and maybe even fear. "Something I don't understand, but… Something that's only ever happened recently because of you." You look at him endearingly, getting lost in his eyes. You move your hand to the side of his face. ".. And I will cherish it forever.." "I don't deserve you.." Kokushibo leans into your touch and closes his eyes for a moment just to savor this feeling. So much guilt you know feels. Things he's haunted and burdened with, wishing you could just take it all away.You pull him down pressing his forehead against yours. "Shh.. just stop talking."

Later that day as the sun begins to set while making yourself some dinner over the hearth Kokuhibo is getting ready to take his leave for the evening and watches you from the doorway with an unreadable expression. Something about the sight of you doing something so mundane and domestic sends a strange fluttering feeling through him. It almost makes him hesitant to leave. "I'm heading out," he announces, taking a different approach than his usual disappearances. You turn to face him and see the hunger in his eyes. "Okay. Just, come back to me again.." The worry in your eyes of him staying alive didn't go unnoticed by him and huffs at your concern as his eyes narrow slightly. "I can handle myself, you know. I've been doing this for centuries before you came along," he grumbles. You press your lips together knowing that. "It's a human thing.." "Are you saying you're worried about me?" he narrows his eyes again with a hint of annoyance. "I'm an Upper Moon, woman. I don't need your concern." You nod then turn your attention towards the pot over the fire and stir it. "I know.." He watches you for a long moment, his jaw clenches. He hates seeing that quiet resignation in your posture and the way you won't fight him on this.Then in an instant at demon speed he's hovering over you and whispers in your ear. "I'll be careful. For you." Your eyes widen at that and as you turn around to face him he's already gone without a trace. For a few brief moments the only sound is the quiet crackling of the fireplace with his final words hanging in the air.

As you eat your soup you hear Douma's footsteps approaching. You already know theyre his since he would try again to come see you after last night's failed attempt. You sit and wait. The air noticeably becomes colder as he steps into view with his smile widening at the sight of you. He tilts his head slightly, studying your expression with mock curiosity. "Oh? You're not being hidden from me this time~" he coos sweetly. "Did Lord Kokushibo leave you all alone? How careless of him.." Douma flickers his gaze towards the entrance briefly to listen for any signs of him returning soon. "Hi.. What are you doing here? He will kill you this time.." You murmur more as a warning than a threat.

Note: A fan delulu theory I came up with. What if marechi blood is the secret ingredient needed for demon pregnancies to be a success. And sorry if its a little shorter than the other chapters, was a good warmup of getting back to this fic after that little break <3

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[d1s1ntegrated]

tomura nation how are we feeling about this

i personally am frothing

[knucklexvelvet]

I love being a loser girl like yesss!!! omg go stay in your bedroom all day and listen to music, watch movies, read fan fiction, ughh this is the life!!

[bee2124]

Real men have failed me but fictional men never have 😛

[7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7]

being attracted to someone’s voice is a real thing i swear

[rotten-pomegranate]

Mall shigaraki puts me in a state where people around me are unsafe

Everyone is at risk of being mauled by me

Single best outfit he ever wore

😛😛😛

[justanotherfangirlwup]

Well, he tried.

[justanotherfangirlwup]

[sophiabvni]

he’s on his way to pick me up, my ride is here

[oxygen537art]

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[castellacunt]

can we get some commotion for tomura tuesday (shigaraki saturday/sunday?🤔)

bonus tt i made with it below

[mulberrysilk]

Severely

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

summary: people are never really what they seem to be with first impressions. You should’ve known better. If you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Wouldn’t have been afraid of him. Wouldn’t be losing your virginity to him…

cw: bully!Makki, noncon, dubcon, coercion, non-con video taking and photo taking, manipulation, gaslighting, fingering, loss of virginity, degradation, oral ( male receiving)

words: 4.8k

to be proofread

part 2 here

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Breaking out in a cold sweat during the day had become a daily occurrence, everyday you felt as if your blood ran cold, watched and followed as if you had the tip of a knife held against your back or as if you had a collar around your neck with a chain to yank and pull you form freedom. You didn’t know how it came to this. How you ended up in this situation.

As a young teen in high school, you had no problem getting along with everyone, you kept your head low enough not to garner too much good or bad attention. You were just there and no one really minded you. You weren’t a complete outsider for sure, you were always invited for parties, gatherings, and outings but you’d kindly decline and thank them for the offer, opting to focus on your studies to get into a good university.

And you did. You got into your first university choice and had graduated high school not completely unknown and not too popular. You were friends with everyone, treated everyone kindly, and listening to people with an empathetic heart. So, how did it come to this?

“Don’t keep me waiting, hurry up,” he drawled out, voice deep and bouncing off the small enclosed darkroom of the storage room on campus.

“Hanamaki-san,” your voice quivered, uttering his name striking you with fear and intensifying your trembling. It was a miracle your knees haven’t given way, especially with how close he was. “Please, I-I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me.”

Makki was never really the bullying type…well…till he met you. Till the moment he saw you across the lecture hall during introductions, timidly saying your name and bowing politely for the whole class, your knee-length white dress and cute light blue cardigan screaming innocent. But not as loud as it screamed, virgin. You were just so cute. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way you reacted with his light teasing at the welcoming party, unable to look him in the eyes and keeping to yourself whilst pretending to drink the mix of alcohol in your red cup. Well, you could’ve avoided drinking all night was it not for him, making his own concoction. A sugary sweet drink that he knew a first-timer like you would be able to take.

“This might be more to your liking,” he said, handing you a new cup, replacing the cup you had held for an hour that removing felt as if something was out of place. “Don’t worry there’s not much alcohol in it, mostly cranberry juice.”

You had thanked him then, murmuring his name, a sweet rendition of it before taking a sip of the scarlet red drink, nose not even scrunching at the subtle hint of alcohol. Well, he told you it was just a little but your drink was basically watered down vodka with lots of cranberry juice.

With that he got you to open up but after several more sips till only a quarter of your drink was left, you were leaning against him, eyes struggling to stay open, lashes blinking so confused and cute, Makki was hooked. Since he was with you all night, the girls you came with were tipsy enough to tell him where your small apartment dorm was and even praised him for being such a great guy for escorting you home. Hanamaki should’ve left you on your bed and locked up for you, but with the way you laid there softly mumbling at how hot it was and peeling off your cardigan, the one with the little daisies sewed in the hem, revealing your heaving chest beneath your cute flowery dress, he couldn’t help himself.

Makki remained at the foot of your bed, dark eyes scanning your form, drinking in the skin you always hid. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high and the thin straps of your dress were slipping off your delicate shoulders. So immersed with your entrancing little display, he was tempted to crawl on top of you to kiss the unmarked skin of your neck, to smell the scent of your perfume, and to feel the warmth of your skin on his. But that was too easy. He wanted to feel the same rush in his veins when you’d fluster with his jokes and teasing, the very same rush he felt earlier when he had urged you to drink, the unsure look in your eyes mixed fear making his cock twitch in his jeans.

So he decided to prolong his fun as long as he could. Whipping out his phone, he took a video of you stripping before him in a drunken stupor. A souvenir for him for his late-night endeavors. A video that had brought you into this lovely situation. Lovely for him. Not so much for you.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that,” he cooed, reaching out to place his hand on your waist. Though your back was facing him, he could feel how you trembled and could imagine the ashamed look on your face. “I don’t have a lot of time till my next class, so just bend over and let me see your cute little pussy.”

His lewd words made you shiver, your nails digging into the flesh of your palms. “You don’t want me to share the video with anyone else don’t you?”

You quickly shook your head, wondering what he meant by ‘anyone else’. Had he shown it to someone? His friends? The image of his best friend flashed before your eyes. The humiliation was making your chest tighten, you could feel the hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you held them back.

“Go on then,” he lets go of you, stepping back to sit on the chair.

Shaky hands lifted your skirt, the trembling getting worse when inch by more inch of your was being exposed to the cold air. You bit the hem between your teeth, thighs pressed together as you show him your clothed core and his eyes gleamed with delight at the mere sight.

“Take them off,” he commanded. You turned around and slowly bent over to not lose your balance, providing him the view he wanted as you shimmied your panties down to your ankles before placing your palms against the wall to keep you steady. His breath hitched while you shivered at the cold breeze against your naked folds. “Fuck…give them to me.”

“B-But I still have classes for the day,” you blurted out, turning your head a little to look at him, wishing you didn’t because your eyes easily caught sight of the outline of his cock in his slacks.

“That’s not my problem,”

“Hanamaki—,” he rolls his eyes and teased the pad of his middle finger at your entrance making you cry out.

“Keep it down why don’t you. I thought you didn’t want people to know,” he tutted, gathering the slick that had begun to drip from your pussy the more he caressed you down there. “Are you enjoying this?”

“I—,” you were about to protest loudly but you quickly softened your tone. “I’m not.”

“Then why are you getting so wet?” He hummed, spreading your arousal to your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves, cock aching to be freed from his pants when he saw how your legs buckled. You were too cute being all sensitive like this.

“I don’t want this,” you whimpered, hoping that denying it over and over would make your body stop reacting to his touch and not give him the satisfaction that he was actually making you feel good.

“You say that but your pretty pussy says something else,” Makki chuckled.

His touch left you and you breathed out a sigh of relief, if he had continued going like that, you would’ve cummed.

Reclining in his seat, he spreads his legs, getting comfortable as if to watch a movie or a show. “Spread your lips for me baby, and touch yourself. Make yourself cum.”

“W-what? No! That’s,” your voice grew small.

“It’s what?” His tone shifted.

“It’s humiliating.”

Makki sighed, taking out his phone. “Guess I have to show the school how much of a slut you really are and that you aren’t that prim and proper after all.”

“No! Makki! Please, anything but that!” You begged, falling to your knees before him, your hands balled into fists by his feet. “W-Why?” You sniffled. “Why are you doing this?” You were crying now, unable to stop the stream of tears that fell from your eyes.

He let out an exasperated breath, leaning forward and wiping your tears away with his thumb, adoring the way you cried so prettily because of him. “Do I need to have a reason?”

His words confused you and didn’t help to calm you down, especially when he pulled you up onto his lap, spreading your legs and hooking your feet around his calves.

“What are you doing?!” You struggled against him, a hand groping your breast through your bra while the other traveled south.

“Gonna do what I asked of you for you, I should’ve guessed you wouldn’t know. Have you ever even touched yourself?” Your cheeks bloomed with heat at his words and your wriggling stopped, knowing that it was useless to fight back.

“I—I have…,” you shyly admitted, wanting to opt for touching yourself rather than him touching you like this. You hoped he would change his mind. “I’ll do what you say…”

“It’s too late for that now, you’re on my lap already anyways,” he dismissed your words, fingers finding your clit once more and rolling the nub between them, whistling at how wet you had become. “No one has ever touched like this haven’t they?”

You shook your head, walls clenching around nothing, the growing feeling of the need to have something inside of you becoming stronger.

“Good,” he purred. “Because this pussy is mine.” He slid two fingers into your tight hole, his hand on your breast squeezing tighter as your back arched off him at the sudden intrusion in your chaste walls.

“Makki,” you cried, trying to pry his hand off of you. The lewd squelch of your cunt and your pants filled the room. “Stop that—ahh!”

He thrusted his digits deeper, reaching places you couldn’t, reaching that sweet spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling and your resolve crumbling. He picked up his pace, curling and scissoring his fingers relentlessly, you could feel your wetness drip down your hole to your ass.

“Such a dirty girl, making such a big mess,” he teased before latching onto your neck, kissing the soft skin and nibbling at it to leave marks. “Your walls are sucking me in. Do my fingers feel that good?”

Softly panting and moaning, your head bobbed up and down against your will, too lost at how his fingers filled you up better than yours could. You shouldn’t be enjoying this. Even though you had a small crush on him before the party incident, this was wrong. What he did to you, what he was doing for you, it was fucked up. The times he made you trip over your own feet and sarcastically say sorry, how he would spill his water all over your blouse or dresses so that he could see the fabric cling to your skin and your bra and the constant pinning you against the wall or between the high shelves of the library to whisper the nastiest things in your ear. So why? Why were your walls clamping around his digits as the heat inside you exploded, the striking wave of an orgasm washing over you?

“Fuck,” he groaned against your ear, the deep guttural sound making your pussy throb as you cum all over his fingers. “Holy shit, you squirted. Fuck that’s hot.”

You slumped against him, light headed and trying to catch your breath, trying to ride out the high he pulled from you. Dazed out that you didn’t realise how his grip on your breast was gone and had been replaced with his phone, capturing the footage of him toying with your cunt till you came.

You hated him. You hated the way he made you feel, how he broke your moral compass. You didn’t think it’d escalate like this, you thought all the times he stole you away like this in the middle of the day to have alone time with you was enough for him.

But it wasn’t.

Maybe you should be thankful that he held you in his arms after that, waited til you caught your breath before getting up and readjusting your clothes for you, shoving your panties into his pocket before he smacks your ass playfully.

“Same time tomorrow and I’ll meet you later after classes, alright?” He glanced at his watch. “Shit, I’m ten minutes late to class. You’re gonna have to pay for that later Princess.” Was all he says before he leaves you in standing in the middle of the storage room, your slick running down your thighs, neck hot and aching from the kisses he left there and disheveled.

You felt numb for a while till you felt the remaining sparks of pleasure sparking from your core. Your fingers slowly dipped between your folds, whimpering at how slick your cunny was and shivering at the contact, fear blooming in your chest. Fear of how your body came undone with his touch, how your body betrayed you.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes again but you pushed down the overwhelming thoughts that slowly swallowed you, and began to clean up the room before leaving it.

You shut the door behind you, the hallway would’ve been eerily silent were it not for the other students leisurely leaving their lectures or rushing to one. Readjusting your cardigan and your bag, you turned around to make your way to the one class you didn’t share with Hanamaki, finding relief to have some moments of peace on the way there. But too lost in your thoughts, you collided with another student. You hurriedly blurt out an apology, eyes widening at your clumsiness.

“Mhm?” The person hummed in front of you. You glanced up at who the victim was only to have the sudden urge to sidestep and walk past him. “You’re Makki’s girl right?”

Your breath was trapped in your throat, your mind scrambling to find an answer or way to get out of the situation as you stood there frozen, craning your neck up at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

His full brows were raised in an unamused expression but a small smile played on his lips, the type of smile that Hanamaki had given you the first time you met. They surely can’t be the same right? His eyes dropped from your shaken expression to your neck, a small chuckle leaving him at the sight of the blooming hickeys on your skin. Your hand instantly covered the area, your cheeks growing hot. You averted your gaze and quickly shuffled around him, walking hurriedly to your next class with one hand weighing down your skirt behind you.

Issei bit his lip as he watched you scuffle down the hall, already having an idea of what has gotten you all bothered and ashamed. Makki was right, you were cute when you’re all flustered but not as cute as the video he had sent to him. Girls like you were hard to come by nowadays. So innocent, untouched by any man, and naive.

His best friend was gonna have so much fun with you he was almost jealous but, he knew when the time was right when Makki has sunken his teeth into your pretty little neck he’d be able to join yours and his best friend’s little play dates.

Burying his hands in his coats pocket, he continued his way to the courtyard, humming and singing softly to himself a little nursery rhyme as he takes out his lighter and pops a cigarette between his lips.

“Eenie, meenie, miny mo, catch your kitten by her toes, if she screams don’t let her go,”

Seated in your class your phone buzzes, Makki’s name lighting up in your notifications. You gulped and glanced around you, the students focused on the lecture and the professor pointing at his presentation. You had to reply, it was bad not to with Makki. Stealthily, below your desk, you checked the message only to muffle your gasp with your hand.

On your screen was a picture of his hand cupping your pussy, your thighs glistening with slick. You couldn’t believe he had recorded that. Your lip trembled as you bit back sobs that wanted to escape from you.

Your phone buzzed again. A message this time.

‘Still can remember how warm your pussy was against my palm. I’ll pick you up after your class and we’ll go to your place to chill. Want to see you work your pretty mouth on my cock and take my cum.’

“Awe are you crying?” He cooed as if he cared, your vision blurry from the tears that fell from your eyes, throat constricting around his length that he had begun thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, not caring for your comfort. You drooled and choked around his cock, the taste of it foreign to you and the weight of him heavy on your tongue. His balls slapped against your chin drool dripping down your chin as he moans and cusses at how good you were making him feel.

You had to admit, he looked pretty like that. Head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed and lips parted as he focused on the sensation of your mouth, sucking and working your tongue the way he wanted.

But he was too rough.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth,” he ordered, cock slipping out of your entirely, his hand wrapping around his length and tapping his cock on your cheek to hurry you up. You caught him taking out his phone once more, recording you on your knees naked and obediently parting your lips for him. His fists his cock fast, a low guttural groan scraping his throat as strings of white shoot from swollen pink tip of his cock messily into your mouth, hot cum splattering on your cheeks and dribbling down your chin. “Good little fucking cumslut. Fuck.”

The salty-sweet taste lingered on your tongue as you helplessly look up at him, into the camera’s lens, mouth still agape not knowing what to do next. His hand released his cock and gripped your chin instead, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully as he stared down at you with that look in his eyes that made you afraid of him.

“Swallow.”

You did as he said, letting his seed rush down your throat and even opening your mouth again so you could show him how there was none left, he heartily laughed at the notion.

“What a dumb fucking slut. You like the taste of my cum, Hm? Wanna be my little cumdump?” Makki seethed, tapping your cheek harshly as you sniffle and whimper at his feet. His words were so degrading and yet each one made your clit throb. The conflicting emotions were overwhelming you couldn’t help but cry.

He sighed. “What a fucking cry baby.” Scooping you up in his arms, he sat by the headboard with you on his lap, hands caressing your body almost lovingly. You thought it wasn’t over but instead, he just held you. Sure he was scrolling through his phone now but you were still cradled in his arms. What did this all mean?

“Look at ya,” he moved his phone to your gaze, your fucked out expression making you bury your face into his chest out of shame and embarrassment. “Pretty little whore.”

Rewatching the video, you could hear the slurping and gurgling sounds of him fucking your face, his moans making your nipples harden against his chest and Hanamaki noticed. The video was getting him hard again, it was easy to anyways cause it was you. Snaking his hand down between the two of you he cups your breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers and harshly tugging at them.

“Makki,” you mumbled, clenching your thighs together. You weren’t sure why you had uttered his name like that. Was it to protest? To urge him on? You didn’t know and you didn’t have much time to think as Makki was quick to lay you on your back, caging you beneath him so he could suckle and play with your sensitive tits. Each tug and lick around your nipples caused your cunt to ache and throb, wanting to have some attention down there as well. But you can’t. You’ve never slept with anyone before.

His tongue flattened against your nipple before rolling around it again, sucking as if he was trying to milk you. Makki cherished the way you wriggled and whimpered beneath him, he could see the way your brows knit at his ministrations, your lips part to pant, and your eyes close. He was waiting for you to moan, to moan wholeheartedly for him, he wanted to hear your voice that you usually muffled and kept from him.

His other hand snaked down to your throbbing core, fingers tips skimming teasingly on your apex before slotting his fingers between your lower lips, middle finger finding your clit and massaging it the way he knew would drive you mad.

“Ha…hanamaki,” you breathed out, your belly growing hot with need.

“Want me to stuff my fingers inside your needy cunt, isn’t it? I know that’s what you want,” he growled against your tit, toying with your clit, cock throbbing at how wet you had become.

“Wanna cum,” you mumbled softly, hands gripping his shoulders, hips bucking into his hand, the shame you had felt earlier melting from his touch.

“What did you just say?” Makki was taken by surprise. That was probably the first time he’s ever heard you like that, so needy and honest. He needed to hear you again, needed to hear filth spill from those pretty pink lips of yours. You whimpered and whined, grinding down against his hand, eyes glossy and panting for release. He’s never seen you like this.

Makki smacks his palm against your cunt, your thighs shaking from the impact and the stinging making you moan instead of cry. Your head was spinning.

“Wanna cum, Makki, please,” you stuttered out, eyes closing at the friction you were receiving with the way your hips betrayed you. “Please make me cum.”

“If that’s what you want and since you asked so nicely,” he pulled away, a broken whine of disappointment leaving you at the sudden loss of his touch. Your eyes snapped open wondering why he stopped touching you and a part of you wish you didn’t.

Knelt between your legs, he had his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, tip pink and leaking with precum. “W-what…” your throat went dry, your tongue poking out as if it wanted to taste his cock again. “What are you doing? You can’t—no way!” Your thighs threatened to close when he shifted closer, close enough so that the underside of his cock rested against the slit of your mound before rocking back and forth languidly, catching your clit and rubbing the nub.

“Fuck,” he hissed, the feeling of your cunt against his cock enough to drive him mad and he could see how your little hole was clenching around nothing. He adjusted his cock so that the tip could catch at your entrance making you whimper.

“S-stop that! I can’t!” You sniffled, eyes wide and glaring at the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His hand slid up the back of your thighs pushing them so that your knees were by your ears, exposing your glistening cunt even more, embarrassment making you shiver. You were never actually prepared to take his cock, you didn’t think it’d get this far. But apart of you hated and yet didn’t mind losing your virginity to Makki, and the very conflicting thought of it was making your eyes tear up again.

“I know you’re a virgin,” he teased, pinching your waist as he slowly rocked back and forth again, enjoying the view of his length slotted between your pretty lips. “I’ll be gentle.”

“W-what makes you think…I’ll believe you,” you whimpered, lip trembling as you tried to hold back your tears and pent-up emotions. You know you shouldn’t talk back to him like this, who knows what he’ll do but you couldn’t help it. You had seen him in a different light before he started acting like this, started bullying you. “You’re so mean to me…it hurts. I don’t know what I did to make you hate me this much.”

Makki froze. You got it all wrong.

“You think I hate you?” His voice softened, yet it was grim. You kept your gaze away from him, scared to look him in the eyes. “Hey, look at me.” You couldn’t. “You asked me to make you cum. I’m being nice right now by actually obliging your request sweetheart.”

You pouted in defeat, his words making you feel as if you were the bad person in this situation.

“Plus, I can see your cute little hole clench around nothing, just begging to be filled,” he leaned close to your hear, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit before he kissed along your neck, marking you as his. “I don’t hate you, baby.” He positioned his cock at your entrance, a shiver of excitement running down his spine at the way your breath hitched at the sensation, your nails digging the flesh of his shoulders. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be thinking of you every single day, fucking my fist at the mere imagination of you when I’m alone and even hang around you. Would a person who hates you do all that?”

You didn’t know, you couldn’t fathom it not with how the head of his cock popped inside your tight hole, crying out at the slight burning feeling. “Makki, it hurts!”

“Shh, it’ll go away, it’s like that. Don’t worry baby,” he kissed your tears away, the sudden gentleness, the almost lover’s care he was giving you, making your heart flutter when it shouldn’t. “You feel so fucking good,” he moaned prettily, his cock sinking further into you, stretching your chaste walls.

Your arms wound around him tightly for comfort, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. “Hiro, c-can feel you inside,” you whimpered, breaths, hot and heavy.

“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it? To have my cock stretch your Virgin pussy?” No coherent words could form and slip from your tongue, not with how the pain dulled into something dangerous, having you agree with the lewd words he rasped in your ear. “Told you so.”

“Hiro,” you obscenely moaned, a sound you never thought you were capable of. The use of his first name made him groan and press into you even further till he bottomed out, exhaling heavily, his handsome feature contorted in pleasure. His light strawberry blond hair matted and clinging onto his forehead, brows knitted, and eyes drunkenly looking into your eyes as your walls pulsed around him.

With the way he looked at you, you would believe that it was the way two people in love looked at each other and that maybe he really didn’t hate you. He was being generous by being gentle during your first time, and you almost felt thankful. The warmth of his skin no longer felt like spiders crawling on your skin, it felt welcoming and safe, a heat that you wanted to be enveloped in for as long as you can. Was this really the same boy who teased you till you cried and blackmail you?

“H-Hiro,” you murmured softly, almost so sweetly.

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as he satisfactorily hummed,

“Good girl. I knew you’d be a cock hungry little whore,” his harsh words made your lips tremble once more, the urge to cry resurfacing. “I’m gonna fuck you till your leaking with my cum for days. Gonna breed this pretty little cunt.”

“D-don’t say that,” your cheeks heated up in shame. Was that how someone who loves another person speaks to someone they loved?

“Too crude for you?” He chuckled deeply, drawing his hips back to glide his cock out of your hot gummy walls and slowly sink back in again, making you moan the stretch of your hamstrings long forgotten. “Better get used to it princess, you belong to me now. You’re mine and mine alone. If anyone asks, I’m your boyfriend.”

“W-what about me…what am I to you?” You panted, trying so hard not to get overwhelmed with how delicious his cock felt dragging along your walls but it was futile.

“I told you already. Mine.”

[elysianslove]

what he doesn’t know; oikawa tōru

requested by anon; ❝ The anon that requested the Oikawa scandal ✨bless✨ them. Can I request a whole scenario with that plot?? But like they’re at a game and the reader spots Oikawa and he texts her while she’s next to Ushijima and she makes an excuse to leave and they meet somewhere and ALMOST get caught. ❞

synopsis; your heart belongs to one man, but your body another. based off of this thirst i received. 

pairings; oikawa tōru x reader, ushijima wakatoshi x reader

genre; smut, angst (at the end)

warnings; cheating, public sex, choking, degradation, humiliation, creampie,  barebacking, rough sex

note; i, in no way, condone cheating. i find it really, really disgusting, and i would never wish it upon anyone. this is purely fictional. if it bothers or triggers you, please don’t read! both oikawa and ushijima are above eighteen here. 

━━   as not only shiratorizawa’s boys volleyball club’s manager, but also as the captain’s girlfriend, it’s not an odd occurrence to see you walk into the large gymnasium by his side, your small hand in his large one. you’re a constant by his side, a calming, steadying presence, and as you pass by the other teams, you offer his hand a reassuring squeeze, one he doesn’t necessarily need, but one he accepts nonetheless. 

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[ma0chi77]

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