CONGRATULATIONS DYMPH DYMPH!!! I love you so fucking much and You absolutely know how much I love your writing. You deserve all the praise, recognition, and followers! Thank you for being a kind beautiful friend of mine!
This probably won’t come as a surprise uwu but the love of my life Kags 👉🏾👈🏾 with 18, 29, 62. Any of those or all of them idk it’s up to you babe! 💖💖💖
pairing: t. kageyama x fem!reader
genre: drabble, smut, 18+ minors dni
word count: ~1k
tags: hard dom!kageyama, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, degradation, crying, squirting, overstim, size
a/n: marquie! i love you so so much, words can’t even express my love and admiration for you. i hope this nasty kags is to your liking.💖 this word dump is brought to you all by the tobio brainrot i have been living in with @kyovtani for the last 48 hours. i’m also on a shit ton of cold medicine so it’ll be interesting to re-read this in the morning sksksksksksksksk. anyway, i hope you enjoy!
event prompts: 18.) “Are you wearing my shirt?” 29.) “Take it off. Slowly.” 62.) I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
✨St. Dymph’s Holy Milestone✨
It all starts with white and navy fabric hanging off of your shoulders, Tobio’s jersey drowns your form. It was an innocent venture, at least to an outside perspective, surprising your boyfriend at practice with a homemade lunch.
Usually, your impromptu visits to the Adler’s gym bloomed a giddy warmth in his chest. His sweet girl in the stands always made practicing a little more fun-- red flushing his cheeks every time you gave him a small cheer or called his name.
“Princess, are you wearing my shirt?” He turns to see you at the door, eying you from hairline to shoes, taking in the baggy jersey and pleated skirt that barely reaches your mid thigh. Every inch of skin on display shoots right to the aching in Tobio’s shorts. He’s lost in the supple flesh, teeth aching to tear into your bare thighs, fingers itching to pull at his jersey and explore what’s underneath.
He swallows around the lump in his throat, mouth dry as you walk towards him, each swing of your hips is disastrous. When you lift up on your toes, Tobio’s hand finds place on your lower back. He takes a moment to revel in your warm cheek against his neck, smiling at the sweet gesture. Before you pull away, he feels your fingers against his pocket. Your intent now clear, the reason for your visit is less than virtuous.
“I brought you a little good luck present, baby. Have a good practice.” Your whisper has Tobio gripping onto your hips tightly, when you pull away to walk towards the bleachers he reaches into his pocket to find a slick, lacy present.
You feel Tobio’s eyes on you as you take your seat, the blue color digging into your soul. His look says everything he can’t scream across the gym in front of all of his teammates. You are so, incredibly, fucked.
The loud, unceremonious crash of headboard to wall fills the room. With every feverous thrust into you, a trail of squeaks and thuds follow. Each pump into your tight cunt is enough to bring a fresh set of tears to the eyes. How long has it been since Tobio slammed the front door and pulled you to bed by the hair? How long ago was it when you fiddled nervously under his dominant stare, fingers tightly wound at the bottom of his jersey?
“I’m not going to repeat myself princess,” his form encloses in on you, keeping your knees pinned to where they press into the comforter with just a look, “Take it off. Slowly.”
Time is illusive at best now with your body being used like a toy by the man above you.
All you can do is tighten the grip you have on Tobio’s shoulders, looking for purchase on the sweat-sheened muscles. You clench down on him hard, a sign he knows well. Before you can even begin to beg for release, he pulls out of you completely, thick cock springing back against his abdomen with a wet pop. You feel empty without the stretch, you ache for the pain.
No matter how many times Tobio fucks you, his cock splits you open with new depths every time.
At your small cries, Tobio snickers. He leans back on the bed, legs tucked beneath him, and looks at you through a messy set of bangs. Your tugging against the fringe makes his hair stick up like bed head. The sight of you flushed, tear-stained cheeks and wobbly lip has sadism swimming through his veins. It’s not every day you can chip away at his demeanor to unveil the monster you want eating you alive, but a wayward pair of panties seem to do the trick.
Tobio only takes a moment to ogle the curve of your breasts heaving with every shaky intake of breath before lining himself up again, sparing you no time to acclimate before he’s hitting your cervix. You yelp as his hands grab onto the back of your thighs, pushing your legs up to your chest. With your folded in half, he can fuck you even deeper.
Every cry that leaves your lips is like gasoline, igniting in him and spreading into every vein.
“I bet all our neighbors can hear you,” he sneers, leaning over you with a smile that makes your stomach flip, “I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks in fat trails, the only words left in your vocabulary are “Oh god, Tobio,” and a sting of garbled, “Please, please, please!”
“Cut the whining, princess,” You feel him pull out again, slapping your puffy clit with his shaft before a strong set of fingers grip onto your spent body to flip you over, “You’ll fucking take what I have to give you.”
You nod into the mattress, sheets wet with spit and tears. Your head swims further into a submissive haze at every thrust. With this new angle, holding back your orgasm is impossible, especially with the addition of Tobio’s hand pushing your back to arch farther.
“Tobio, please! N-need to cum, ‘m gonna make a mess.” Your cheek is pressed firmly into the mattress, mouth hanging open slightly. You feel a sharp smack against your ass cheek.
“Cum for me baby, cum on this fat cock. Show me how good I make you feel.” His words send you tumbling with a final wail of his name. Every vein in your body lights like a match, and you can feel your release gushing around Tobio. The wet feeling seems to only make the setter more hell-bent on your destruction. Instead of slowing down his pace, Tobio doubles down.
You’re in for a long night, that much is obvious. He’ll bask in every drop of sweat and slick that you give him. He’ll ruin you, exactly how you like it.
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Tw blood play
So like, Sukuna bitting and nibbling at your skin hard enough to draw blood. Licks it up whilst mumbling about how sweet you taste, only for you to smears the blood over his lips like lipstick and have him mark you with it everywhere?
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Cheshire imma go feral oml
Sharp teeth and nails digging into your skin only to be contrasted by sweeter-than-thou kisses. Blood smears like red lipstick but darker than the ones you own. When the kisses become more faint he just goes to nip at your shoulder or lips again to get more red, then it starts all over again. Is he worshipping you or claiming you? Probably a sinful mixture of both.
There's just something that's always been too sweet about you. Sugar-coated but not indirect, candied but still so purely you. Sukuna is not exactly a fan of sugar but when it comes to you, he indulges. Gorges himself on the syrup of your veins that you give so readily to him.
A ritual almost -- hands brushing over your hips and thighs to dig into the plushness, pulling you closer. Crimson kisses pressed like words to a page -- you are his. There's something about the divine cherishing you that almost makes you feel equal or even above him, like precious scripture stored away only for his hands to touch and no one else's.
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