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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ day off I nanami kento pairing: nanami x reader tags: slice of life (maybe part of the series?), fluff, (no beta, we die like men) wc: 1,005

nanami kento doesn’t have days off.

ever.

in fact, nanami is the ideal employee, as per his (less than empathetic) bosses. he’s always punctual—clocking in at the exact time or ensuring he’s five minutes early to meetings. he’s reliable—even if the assignment was given the night before, rest assured he’ll have it done without working overtime. nanami has never requested for a day off—not for his birthday, not for meet-ups with friends, and not for special dates with you. he delivers the results necessary but rarely lacks or goes above and beyond.

it helps that he has a schedule. up at the crack of dawn—with only one alarm to wake him from his restful slumber. breakfast, a shower, and coffee all in an hour before he’s giving you your usual morning kiss and a reminder about your date that evening.

so, on one of the rare days that you aren’t needed in the office, and the chirping of birds or the slow sway of the sunlight doesn’t wake you up—an unusually warm body beside you does. you almost jump, this couldn’t possibly be your beloved. you half-expected to be able to spread yourself all over the bed for the morning, only to be denied when a lean body hits against your arm.

you groggily open one eye but your brain quickly works overdrive.

”don’t—don’t kidnap me,” you slur, sitting up quickly as you realize that there’s an arm around you. you rub your eyes, tripping over your words before you can muster up a more intimidating way to threaten this intruder. which, in retrospect, you don’t imagine to be very intimidating with your morning hair and nanami’s shirt as your pajamas dressing you. “’s not nice—i know a cop.”

”you do?” a voice responds, awfully familiar but you don’t let yourself get too comfortable. your eyes squint at the sunlight when you hear a gruff continuation. “i didn’t know any of our friends worked for the precinct.”

our friends? what type of friends could you even share with a—

you blink once. twice. before a realization dawns on you—one that swirls confusion, which seems to be a pre-requisite to the budding hope spreading throughout your chest.

”kento?” you ask, sitting a little straighter as you look at the space beside you. alas, your fiancé, in all his glory. nanami’s blonde hair sprawled over the white pillows, a mess before the usual pristine styling. his posture is relaxed, an arm resting behind his head as he looks at you with an amused expression, one that sits behind morning sleepiness that you haven’t been familiar with. not when he’s always the one to wake up. it doesn’t help that he’s topless. you find it a little unfair that he’s this attractive right after waking up.

”g’morning, darling.”

”good—good morning?! do you know what time it is?!” you splutter, looking at the bedside clock. of all your years of knowing him, nanami has never been late. you can’t help but think that tonight might be the first time he’s broken a global record.

you might have to start celebrating this milestone yearly.

”ten thirty-nine?” he muses, the amusement no longer hidden behind the usual morning grogginess. you look at him like he’s grown a third head.

”ten—ten?! kento, it’s way past your hours—”

”i know.”

”you know?! but you’re sitting here like you have a calvin klein shoot—”

”i took the day off.”

”you did what?!” you exclaim, almost as if you’ve heard the most absurd news of your life. to an extent, you kind of just did. “are you sick?”

”not that i know of, no, love,” nanami asks, now genuinely confused at your reaction. any other lover would celebrate a day where they could spend time together; a cafe, a slow day in, anything really. he finds your reaction amusing—and slightly disheartening. “is there a problem?”

there’s a silence as you soak it all in. a day. where nanami kento has willingly decided to not go to work. you can’t possibly fathom a reason why he isn’t clocking in his office with the most uncomfortable chair known to man. surely, there’s paperwork that nanami can’t miss out on—or so he claims every time you grumble about him leaving so early in the morning.

”problem? no. irregularity? yes.” you respond, finally shifting in the bed to turn to properly face him. he’s propped up by his arm—looking far too handsome for a man who just left his company in shambles (he didn’t). “you’ve never taken a day off.”

a pause as nanami thinks before he shrugs. “i guess i haven’t. there’s never been an urgent reason to file for one.”

"oh, and my—”

”yes, darling, your morning pouting is not categorized as urgent.” he responds, biting back an amused smile as you immediately let a huff out. the familiar jut of your lips only entertaining him further. “but it did do a number on me. i thought to take a day off so we could spend time together.”

you squint your eyes in response—almost accusingly as you cross your arms. he lets out a chuckle—a little rough with morning sleepiness but it’s attractive nonetheless. there’s a set of arms that wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you’re practically on his lap. nanami’s chin rests on your shoulder, your back to his chest as he keeps his arm around your middle.

”so suspicious? just cause of my day off?” he whispers into your ear, planting a kiss on your shoulder. your heart stutters. “had the whole day planned out, princess.”

there’s a familiar giddy feeling that spreads through your chest—a familiar sensation when it comes to being around nanami. one of his hands interlocks with your left, his fingers playing with the stone he bought you a couple of weeks ago. a promise for a lifetime together—and an unforgettable wedding, he assures you.

”i’m marrying you after all, it’s only right that i want to spoil my wife.”

✩ author's note: i need him in ways that are concerning to feminism. i need him with me. ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ late night confession I kuroo tetsurou pairing: kuroo x reader tags: fluff, one-shot wc: 613

“i think i love you.” you slurred, words tumbling before you can even thoroughly understand what you’re saying. a familiar pool of regret starts to set as soon as the sentence slips off your tongue. kuroo chuckles, a hand on the wheel and another resting on his lap. the road was dimly lit, empty. save for a couple of stray cars that had business so late in the evening or early in the morning, depending on who you ask.

you weren’t quite sure how he found you. maybe a friend called when you were downing a drink or it was a stupid incoherent text you sent earlier when you had the courage—courage that was (very) quickly fleeting. there was silence after the confession, aside from the silent hum of the engine and the clicking of signals as kuroo continued driving. if you were more sober, you would’ve picked up on the signs of his nervousness. the picking of his nails followed by the muffled tapping on his lap. the frequent running of fingers through his hair. the nibbling of his lips, almost enough to pull it raw.

but you were hardly thinking straight and the pool of regret only kept growing. the lingering curiosity of his response - or lack thereof - almost gnawing at you.

“do you not?” you pout. a pout that was familiar to kuroo from all his years of knowing you when you asked for a ride home. the same downturn of your lips when he was teasing you or when you were begging him to come to the bar with a couple of your college friends earlier that evening.

“love me?” he chuckles, turning left. he stops at a red light. the moon shines brightly over the car, lighting up the sparse intersection. it’s cliche, a drunk night out only to be picked up by your best friend you might be a little too in love with.

“you know what i mean.” your fingers pick on his jacket nervously. he offered it earlier, claiming the evenings were starting to get colder and that you would regret being sick and hungover.

“love you?” he looks at you briefly before the red turns to green and the car starts to move again. you almost feel childish asking. it seems like everything he does for you is out of love. your packed lunches with him, car rides home despite late meetings on campus, and your respective spare keys sitting on a matching set of keychains kuroo brought back from a trip out of town.

it’s silent again and your pout deepens, brows furrowing. the only reason you’re still talking is because you can always claim to be tipsy. but with the next words he utters, you aren't sure how long you can keep the act up.

“ask me again tomorrow.” he muses. you glare playfully but a sense of dread washes over you. you let out a silent sigh, or however silent a tipsy lovesick best friend could, when you realize the smartest thing to do is to pretend to be too drunk to remember when morning comes.

he looks over at you again, both hands resting on the wheel. you’re leaning on the window, arms clutching the jacket. your lips seem to be jutted permanently.

but it’s the same lips that told him your deepest secret at the playground when you were eight. the same lips that whispered the answers to a sociology test when you were twelve. the same lips that kissed him, just once, at a freshman party which was never to be talked about, when you were eighteen.

he smiles. “i’d be an asshole to confess while you’re drunk.”

author's note: first post for 2024! ^__^ all reblogs and likes are appreciated, hope everyone had a great celebration! ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ good luck charm I underground boxer! toji fushiguro cw: afab! reader, unprotected sex (use protection!), hair pulling, breeding, daddy kink, reader is pregnant towards the end disclaimers: minors do not interact! wc: 450

underground boxer! toji who dedicates every game to you, even if he doesn't want to make your relationship public just yet.

“enjoy the match, princess?” toji asks huskily, his hands roaming around you body as you nod your head. you bite your lip, soft moans escaping as he slaps your ass harshly. “words, doll.”

underground boxer! toji who considers you his good luck charm and just has to fuck you before he can even step foot in that ring.

“gonna let me come in you?” toji groans, your ass rippling against his hips. his hands on your hair as he tugs it to pull your head to his chest, your back arched as he fucks you from behind. “know i can’t win if i don’t come in you, ma.”

underground boxer! toji who does so much better knowing that his cum is seeping through your panties while you watch him.

“if you keep this up, we could get you playing pro,” toji’s manager says, a smile on his face as he playfully slaps his shoulder after toji won a match. toji just grunts in the ring, waiting for the announcer knowing full well who they’re declaring the winner. but before then, his eyes are trained on you while his manager goads about his performance. his cock strains as he sees you, legs squeezed together—trying to keep every last drop in.

underground boxer! toji who breeds you when he wins his matches because, surely, that’s the best reward.

“feel me deep in you, ma?” toji growls, folding you in half as he fucks you into the bed. soft whines escaping your lips as you scratch red lines onto his back. you can’t even count the amount of times you’ve come from his mouth, fingers, and cock.

“yeah—yeah,” you gasp, arching your back as he starts speeding into you. your tongue partially out as you whimper, his girth bullying your cunt.

“yeah, what?” toji asks, his voice husky and stern as he pulls on your hair. the action causes you to arch your back, he groans when he feels you clench around him in pleasure.

“yes, daddy!” you shout, knowing full well that your neighbors are going to complain tomorrow but you're dumb on his cock—and he knows this. toji presses his hand down on your stomach so you feel how big he is. where he plans to breed you.

“that’s right, ma, ‘cus you’re gonna make me a daddy, aren’t ‘cha?” he slurs—no matter how hard he resists, he knows who his cock always wants. “let daddy breed his princess nice and full, yeah?”

underground boxer! toji who smiles when you finally meet his friends and fans, your swelling womb prominent as he introduces his pregnant girlfriend.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ first night back I iwaizumi hajime cw: afab! reader, dirty talk, oral (receiving) disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 521

the first night iwaizumi was back in japan for good was surprising, to say the least. it was one of the few times where he didn’t have to cram a year’s worth of dates in two weeks or soak in your presence because he wouldn’t be able to see you for the next couple of months.

the plan was for him to stay over in your new tokyo apartment for a couple of weeks. he claimed that it would be a closer drive and it’d give him time to figure out when he wanted to go back to the prefecture. the added bonus of seeing you every day, even if only for a short period, was enticing enough for someone who spent the majority of the last four years calling the love of his life. so, as any loving partner would, you had assumed that he’d be tired from his roughly ten-hour flight from california to japan based on all his planning. the sheets were just changed, his favorite scented candles were lit and you made sure to cook up a feast for when he arrived home. you went above and beyond for his trip back. one thing you didn’t account for was that he missed you—in more ways than one. ”fucking missed this pussy,” iwaizumi groans to himself before he buries his face between your thighs. he eats you out like a starved man, your clothes strewn on the kitchen floor the moment he saw you. ”haji,” you whine, short pants escaping your soft lips as you gripped his hair. for all the things you had prepared for, you didn’t expect him to be needy as soon as he landed. ”nobody even came close to how gorgeous you are, baby,” iwaizumi says, pulling you closer to his lips as you grip the island counter. “can’t believe i was away from you for this long—god, i’m gonna fuck you every night.” ”haji,” you moan louder, throwing your head back in pleasure as he fucks you with his tongue. your body gets warmer—you’ve never seen your boyfriend this desperate and you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t turning you on. ”yeah?” he whispers, planting quick kisses on your thighs before looking up at you. “bet you missed this dick, huh? fingers just weren’t big enough for your pretty cunt.” you nod, biting your lip as you take a proper look at him. his eyes were blown with lust, his voice husky with need and want—a tone that you haven’t heard from him in far too long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight, squeezing your thighs together. a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. iwaizumi knows that he looks good, he’s tan from the seaside sun, he’s in the best shape of his life—and there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who knows how attractive he is. ”’s okay, princess,” he replies, giving you a boyish smile that only makes your heart stutter and knees buckle. “gonna make you feel so good that you’ll feel me inside of you for days, alright? jus’ let me spoil my girl.”

✩ author's note: me when i cut it off right before they get down and dirty </3 I SWEAR A FULL FLEDGE TOE CURLING SMUT IS IN THE WORKS ... in the meantime, enjoy a (potentially) part 1 drabble on pussy starved iwa! ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

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bokuto who doesn't know what baby trapping or having a breeding kink means. who can't even fathom the fact that there was a word that described how addicted he was to cumming in your pussy. even if you begged him to pull out, he'd never remember the promise when he feels how tight you are around him. and with the way he whines? god, isn't he just a poor baby who can't help but come buckets when he's with you </3

#pussy drunk bokuto #about to write a full fledged fic about this because #bokuto koutarou #is so obsessed. I JUST KNOW IT #haikyuu hc #₊˚⊹♡₊ luna rambles

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ first night back I iwaizumi hajime cw: afab! reader, dirty talk, oral (receiving) disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 521

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ tying a tie I nanami kento pairings: nanami x reader tags: slice of life series (potentially?), fluff wc: 354

8:04 AM "darling, i know how to tie a tie."

"just—give me a second alright," you shush, hand on your hip and the other on the tie as you focus on the video tutorial playing. your brow furrowed in concentration as you repeat the steps to yourself.

"i loop this over this," you whisper, an amused look on nanami's face as you try to replicate the practiced steps he does every morning before work. "then i tighten—i tighten this?" "mhm, not quite," he responds jokingly, which earns a glare from you. nanami has always been capable of tying a tie. he's done it every day for more than a decade—to work, to dates, to ensuring that gojo dresses presentably when needed. but during your movie binge the other night, you had come to the (mundane) conclusion that you have never had a moment of tying a tie for him before he's off to work. "it's a cliché in every movie we've seen," you whined then as you were both getting ready for bed. nanami was already settled on his side while you lifted the shared blanket to tuck yourself in. "how are we supposed to tell our kids we fell in love!" "are we not?" "clearly, not! if i've never even tied a tie—" you grumble to yourself as turn the lampshade off with a pout. which leads you to now and your very poor attempt at getting nanami dressed for a long day at work. "there!" you say, pleased with yourself. nanami, in all his efforts, has to bite back a smile when he sees how crooked and loose the fabric is. he's been standing in the living room with his briefcase and cup of coffee in hand for the past 20 minutes while humoring you. "are we in love now?" nanami pokes, the amusement dripping over. "yes, very in love," you nod, clearly satisfied as you give him his usual goodbye kiss and a pat on the chest. his heart stutters. nanami kento, a man of routine and perfection, has his coworkers wondering why he started the day with a lovestruck smile and hastily tied tie.

author's note: head in hands...nanami my beloved...honestly thinking of making a slice of life series for him because in some universe, this man deserves a break T__T ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

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STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ❥ yuuta okkotsu (m) | part 1

➵ summary: Yuuta Okkotsu is head over heels (read: pathetically) in love with a girl who wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. When the opportunity to call her “his” arrives on a silver platter—that is, when she loses all her memories—without thinking, he grabs the opportunity to claim himself as her husband.

➵ pairing: obsessive stalker!yuuta okkotsu x f!reader ➵ word count: 1,163 ➵ warnings: MINORS DNI – stalking & obsession (for future drabbles? chapters? smut)

author’s note: ALL LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! <3 inspired by the 1D fanfic i read 9 years ago (“illegally yours” by _DaniMoon_)… ALSO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS……….. the yuuta brainrot was just sooo... bad i wrote all of this in one sitting SCREAMINGGGG

Yuuta Okkotsu is a well-calculated man; he’s a “mastermind” as Taylor Swift would say. He’s smart, and he’s careful. He’s everything but stupid.

However, when it comes to you, he becomes stupid. Stupidly in love. All thoughts of intellect trashed at the deepest corner of his mind, all reasons of rationality ignored. Even back in high school, he’d admire you from afar—too insecure to even place himself in your world. He never deemed his world worthy to accommodate you; you who he defines as perfection, you who shines brighter than any of the constellations combined.

When this seemingly perfect chance to have you, to love you, falls beneath his feet; he takes it—he grabs it.

His day started like his usual routine. He greeted the kind barista named ‘Yuuji’ behind the counter and bought his usual coffee order from the small café he frequents at. He sat at the plush chair (technically, could be labeled as his own by how much his ass sat on it) near the window, catching sight of the beautiful morning scenery—

You.

You, at exactly eight in the morning, arrive with the usual twinkle in your eye. Yuuta falls in love more every day with the sight of perfection. In these typical mornings, you always carry a digital camera, taking pictures of your usual subjects; like the shop’s designs that change weekly (Last week, he recalled it was designed with cute little balloons to celebrate the owner’s birthday), the baristas which have become your friends, and the pastries layed out inside the glass display. He always wondered when he could be the subject of your pictures.

Once Yuuta hears the soft jingle of the shop’s bells, you dash over the counter and greet Yuuji. If someone would ask Yuuta what you usually order, he could easily recite it: “One sea salt latte and a banana muffin, please.” On days you feel like ‘experimenting,’ he knows that you would instead order a double shot of espresso and a puff pastry.

While he tries to not seem obvious stalking—admiring—you, he couldn’t help himself to let his eyes wander on your body. Especially when today, you wore the pink miniskirt he loved seeing on you, how it perfectly hugs your waist down to your thighs. After you pay, you walk to your designated seat: the one near the counter, just beneath the air conditioner. He shakes his head, turning back to his table; his hand grasping the ballpoint pen he brought to messily sketch the you of today on his journal. His ordered drink is neglected at the side, his focus on your sketch and his view of you by the corner of his eye.

Today seems like any other day.

Until it wasn’t.

The bells ring once again at the entry of another man with dark hair bunched in a top knot. Yuuta watches as your eyes light up at the sight of this man, and he could swear he feels his stomach lurch. Who is this man and why is she so happy to see him? The grip Yuuta had on his pen tightened, similar to the feeling of his vulnerable heart. Do you have a boyfriend he never knew of?

For the next couple of minutes, he watches the sequence of events play out. First, Yuuji delivers a tray of two different drinks and two different pastries on your shared table. Second, the sweet conversation you introduced to this ‘top knot’ (read: ‘top one asshole,’ as Yuuta conjured in his head) seemingly turned sour instantaneously. Then currently, Yuuta watches the back and forth of free flowing arguments between the two of you.

How dare this man hurt you?

Someone as perfect as you?

The chatter in the shop couldn’t mask the heated conversation you shared with the man across your seat. Yuuta desperately wanted to intervene; to say something, to wipe the leaking tears away from your face—but he stayed still. He remains unmoved. What else could he do, anyway? He watches as your emotions get the best of you; your face displaying emotions of frustration and anguish. Yuuta vowed to himself not to make you feel the way you do right now because of the asshole you were with, to not see these expressions on your pretty face.

You stand up, and Yuuta hears the loud screech your chair evokes as you trudge your way out. The ‘top one asshole’ remains seated, his back turned against Yuuta. With no other thought passing through his head but you, he follows your lead outside the shop. His coffee remains untouched, pen now bashed in his jean’s pockets and his journal pinched between his fingers.

He, himself, couldn’t calculate his next few actions.

Yuuta follows the blue sedan car you drive; he strikes closely behind you, not too near, but not too far either. His eyes zero in your form, maintaining the pace of his motorcycle. He hopes you don’t notice him following him for the past couple of minutes already; of course, he just wanted to ensure that you were safe—that you were okay. He was just worried, that’s all.

After the three alternating turns and the two highways you drove, the road the two were driving at started to get steeper. The cars and other transportation devices started to lessen and lessen. Yuuta feels the sweat start to drip down his neck, the helmet he wears starts to loosen, while he continues to push down all the weight of his body on his seat to control himself. He sees your car get faster than a lightning speed, your car evoking a loud screeching sound.

What the actual fuck were you trying to do?

You seemed frantic, displayed through your driving. In a matter of seconds, you started to lose control of your car. Yuuta watches your car fishtail like a wild animal, spinning repeatedly until you hit a light post.

He feels the adrenaline rush through his veins, as he pushes his motorcycle behind you. The exhilaration overcame his body’s fatigue from the extensive, one-sided pursuit. The reverberation of the screeching continued to pierce the tranquility of the road, resonating in the middle of almost nowhere. Yuuta feels his heart race, but not because he's in love with you; rather, it’s because he worries you got seriously hurt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yuuta mutters to himself as he sees dust erupt from your car’s tires, casting a cloud that obscured his view of you. He catches up to your swerved car, him haphazardly pushing down on his rear brake pedal. “What the fuck happened?”

He cautiously approached your car, his heart stuttering against his ribs. Yuuta peers through your car’s cracked window, only to see head laid on your headrest with your eyes closed. His gut wrenches at the sight of the blood seeping through the wound on your forehead; fortunately, the cut wasn’t too big, but it was deep.

What the fuck is he supposed to do now?

a/n: will post other parts to this!! planning to make this multichaptered?? I JUST LOVE YUTAAAAAA.....the brainrot is so bad imnfdndsbhjhbascdhjdajchhjajksjkjsdkdnwkejkdjw pls lmk what u think <33

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ complaining about his size cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 302

“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!" “i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.

“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”

“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.

“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”

you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.

“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”

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pervert! priest! geto who got assigned to stay in a small church in the middle of nowhere, a completely different environment from his usual hustle and bustle in the city.

pervert! priest! geto who didn’t think he’d like the countryside when he first arrived but still put his best foot forward when he met the rest of the congregation.

pervert! priest! geto whose eyes almost immediately zeroed in on you when you were introduced as the head volunteer, checking you out. despite your modest attire, outfit styled in ways he’s seen a hundred people dress on a sunday morning, he grows hard at the way your clothes hug your body.

pervert! priest! geto who, for the first time since he’s been ordained, beats his cock furiously to the thought of your kind and innocent voice. who can’t stop cumming buckets at the thought of your sweet virgin cunt being deliciously fucked until you devote yourself to something else completely.

pervert! priest! geto who religiously attends friday confessions when he finds out that you regularly visit the booths the weekday before you plan on serving the church because you ‘want to be pure and clean' when serving the congregation.

pervert! priest! geto who palms his dick in the confessional while you tell him all these odd dreams you’ve been having that have you waking up with the worst sin you claim a young person could have—lust.

pervert! priest! geto who has to collect himself before responding to you, telling you that this is the most serious case of sexual healing he’s ever come across after you told him your lewd fantasies.

pervert! priest! geto who almost feels bad when you gasp in horror, the sound echoing throughout the empty church, as you innocently and shyly ask him what you can do to relieve yourselves of these sins.

pervert! priest! geto who convinces you to leave the confessional when he tells you that you need to be cleansed inside and out.

pervert! priest! geto who finally gets what he wants when he has you bent over the altar, broken pleas and prayers leaving your lips when he tells you to beg for forgiveness while he pounds into you.

pervert! priest! geto who tells you that you can’t possibly get pregnant from his cum—not when he’s been tasked to take care of his church. so you let him come in you over and over again. pervert! priest! geto who can't get enough of your moans, taking you on every flat surface and in every position he can to 'ward off demons'. pervert! priest! geto who tells you to keep coming to him every time you get even the slightest hint of an improper thought so that he can deal with it accordingly.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ late night confession I kuroo tetsurou pairing: kuroo x reader tags: fluff, one-shot wc: 613

but you were hardly thinking straight and the pool of regret only kept growing. the lingering curiosity of his response - or lack thereof - almost gnawing at you.

“you know what i mean.” your fingers pick on his jacket nervously. he offered it earlier, claiming the evenings were starting to get colder and that you would regret being sick and hungover.

he looks over at you again, both hands resting on the wheel. you’re leaning on the window, arms clutching the jacket. your lips seem to be jutted permanently.

he smiles. “i’d be an asshole to confess while you’re drunk.”

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