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olivetreehugger · 3 years

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Okay so I’m in a brainrot mood too rn but Reiner gives me big service Dom energy. Cause like I feel like if you were to ask him to fuck u till u can’t think straight he’ll do it no problem he just won’t do anything unless u ask of him. Also feel like he’s a praise whore which ties into what I said previously. Aftercare is good too cause he’s such a sweetheart and he would 100% fold if you were to continue to praise him afterwards with kisses.

oh YES

picture this

note: this one’s long, sorry about the crappy grammar it is LATE, also the first time I’ve ever written smut so be gentle lol…also afab reader (honestly written from my perspective let’s be real), MINORS DNI/NSFW

-you come home from work absolutely exhausted, but really all you’re thinking about is how warm and achey it is between your legs

-you’ve been thinking about your husband all day and since he left for work early this morning, he wasn’t able to take care of his baby’s needs

-so you shower, running your hands over your breasts, gently tugging at your nipples as the hot water washes over them. You imagine Reiner’s tongue on them, sucking and tugging with just a tiny bit of teeth, eliciting the softest moans from you

-it grows warmer and wetter down there, the ache becoming almost painful as you think about your husband’s body hovering above you, holding you tight as he ruts his hips into yours, cock buried deep inside you

-you get out of the shower and dry yourself off hurriedly. You need release and you need it NOW

-just as you're about to lay on the bed and start touching yourself, you hear the front door open. a set of keys jingle and you hear, “I’m home, dove!”

-a sigh of relief escapes your lips. you look down at the towel encircling your torso and decide to greet him naked, the idea so tantalizing you can’t resist it.

-“dove? I said I’m home!” He calls, voice laced with concern. You hear his heavy footsteps come closer.

-you confidently you strut into the hallway, naked as the day you were born. you catch him halfway, and he just STARES.

-“hey, baby,” you greet him with a coy smile. you cross your arms behind your back and tilt forward ever so slightly so your breasts take center stage

-hazel eyes slide down your body hungrily just as you’d hoped.

-“are you gonna give me a kiss or are you just gonna stand there?”

-Reiner immediately closes the gap between you both, his lips crashing into yours with such hunger that you think he might just swallow you whole.

- you kiss him desperately, tongue sliding into his mouth, eager to taste him, to swallow his worries and stress and just take him into you

-without releasing your mouth, Reiner scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom

-he gently lays you down, only breaking the kiss to look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful you look

- “all for you, my love” you breathe, running one of your hands over his clothed dick.

-a soft grunt leaves his lips; he’s rock hard.

-“tell me what you want” he says, tearing his clothes away, revealing bit by bit his stunning figure. Finally he pulls off his pants, his cock springing free and into your awaiting hands.

-as you wrap your fingers around his thick member, he groans, and you smile because you know he is just as desperate for this, if not more.

-your eyes are on his face, his chest, his dick. God he’s so fucking hot, you think to yourself. how'd I get this lucky?

- “fuck me silly,” you say, one hand snaking down to touch yourself. “fuck me until I cant think straight.”

- Reiner‘s eyes are focused exactly where you want them to be—on your pussy. You jerk his cock up and down with one hand and touch your wet folds with the other.

-his mouth waters as he watches you caress his cock, tugging the silky skin on the head just the way he liked, while you pump your fingers in and out of yourself.

-you look like a goddess

-“on your back” he growls

-you don’t need to be told twice

-you spread your legs for him and give him the most innocent look with your doe-like eyes, batting your lashes at him with a look that says “come hither”

-it gets him every time

-Reiner gets to work right away, tongue finding your sensitive clit immediately and swirling his tongue around it, sending shockwaves down your spine. you moan shamelessly as he alternates between sucking your clit and lapping up the wetness between your folds, while occasionally dipping his tongue inside you

- “oh, Reiner…” you breathe, the pleasure so intense you can barely speak. “You’re so amazing at this, your mouth feels so good!”

-you know he loves to be praised because he buries his head deeper between your thighs, his pace more fervent

- “I-ah-missed you s-so much today, ah, I m-missed my husband,” you moan, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence

-reiner only stops to say, “I missed you too, sweetheart, now let me hear those gorgeous moans”

-he loves seeing you like this, so desperate for him, unraveling you to your core as he works you towards oblivion -you feel yourself getting closer and closer as he continues his worship of your pussy, and it just hurts so good you don’t want it to end-

- “don’t wanna cum yet,” you squeak, voice hardly a whisper

-Reiner lifts his head, and you giggle because his nose, mouth and chin are coated in a thin sheen of your slick

-“are you sure, dove?” He asks, gently squeezing your thighs

-you nod. Yes, you’re sure. You know this orgasm is going to be a good one and you desperately want to cum with him. He’ll be thanking you later anyway

-Reiner stands up quickly, leaning against the bed to position himself.

-you love how big he his. He could manhandle you, toss you around, whatever. but he doesn’t. he is so gentle that even when you‘re making love, he thrusts ever so slowly and gently, watching your face for any twist of discomfort or pain

-he presses his cock against your hole, and you tilt your hips upwards frantically

-you need him so bad you think youre going to explode

-“just fuck me baby…please!” You beg, squirming with anticipation.

-a light chuckle ripples from his chest as he pushes your hips back down.

-“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let me work.”

-ever so carefully, reiner lines himself up to you and pushes his hips forward. your pussy stretches so deliciously as he slides into you. A gasp of pure ecstasy falls from your lips.

-reiner throws his head back and lets out the most gutteral moan as he bottoms out inside you. Your pussy is the most intoxicating thing in the world to him.

-“you’re so wet for me, dove…” he grunts, his hips pulling back, only to ram them forward again

-you cry out in pleasure as his cock fills you to the brim, the suction of your pussy creating a delicious dragging sensation as he fucked you. It was electrifying

-“look how good you are, baby,” reiner rambles, his voice husky and needy. “my sweet girl, taking me so easily, fuck you’re so tight”

-as he slams into you, the ache in your pussy turns into absolute ecstasy, it twists into a knot inside your lower abdomen and coils tighter and tighter with every thrust.

- “I love you”, you cry out, over and over. “nnh, oh my god, you feel so good love…”

-you can tell he’s starting to unravel because his breathy moans are getting louder and his thrusts are more erratic.

-the knot in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. reiner’s tip is kissing that sweet spot inside you so perfectly, you can feel yourself nearing the edge

-“I’m about to cum!” you squeal, drunk on the feeling of his dick in you. the knot inside you snaps and you tumble into bliss, your walls pulsing around him, drowning his cock in velvety, tight, soaking wet paradise.

-reiner comes undone, spilling himself into you as he gives in to euphoria. he moans sweet nothings into your ear as his hot, white cum coats your walls.

-“fuck I love you”

-“you feel so amazing”

- “you’re so damn perfect”

-The two of you lay like this for a while, him laying on top of you, still inside your warm inner pocket. He gently presses kisses to your shoulder and neck.

-as he continues to pepper you with kisses and praise, you recognize that it was a good idea that you didn’t touch yourself in the shower.

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yarichin-imagines · 3 years

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bruh I am in love with your recent post can you make maybe like a part 2 or something similar where like after yuri and y/n have sex yuri will be very possessive of them and clings to them before and after classes. And soon after start dating (nsfw plz on if you're up for it) :D

Thank you so much for requesting! This has not been beta read just yet as it is late when I’m posting this, so sorry for any mistakes! I look forward to getting more requests from you guys!

Warnings: Dubcon (reader is prompted into a blowjob by Akemi).

To say you were shocked would be a drastic understatement. You had thought that Yuri would have just left after getting what he wanted from you. To you, he had seemed the type to hit it and quit it, as you have seen him do multiple times. You had expected him to just hand you your clothes - or what remained of them - and just leave.

But yet here you were. You were back in your dorm room underneath your blankets - naked and wrapped in the arms of the pink haired boy who had taken your virginity a mere few hours before this. You couldn’t wrap your head around the actions that had placed you in this moment. As the moon rose higher in the sky, casting the light into the room, you glanced at the male that held you caged against his chest, snoring softly. As you gazed at his softened features, you thought about the moments that led to this.

He had dragged you back to your room after managing to dress you as decently as he could. How he had known which was your dorm room was beyond your comprehension, but then again, everything he did was. After pulling your room key from the pocket of the skirt that was folded neatly in your arms, he unlocked the door and pulled you inside and shut it - blocking the outside world from within the dimly lit room.

You stood near the door as he turned and examined the room. You watched him carefully as he bounced around your room, excited to see everything. He ran his fingers over the spines of your favorite books tucked into the corner of your desk before he moved on to the tests that lay scattered on the surface. Curiously, he picked one up and read over it, noting all of the red marks. You waited with a baited breath to see what he would say about them. You picked up what sounded like light laughter. Soon enough, the laughter grew in volume. “You suck,” he cackled, placing the paper back on the desk.

Before you could open your mouth to return an insult, he had turned towards your bed, shoulders still shaking with laughter. You quickly shut it, wondering what he had planned to do next. He tilted his head at you, his attention now returning to your form that had not moved an inch in the few minutes he took to examine your room. He smiled, the corners of his lips turning upwards.

You twisted your hands together, the anticipation of what he was to do next coursing through your veins. He stalked towards you, his hands reaching out to grab ahold of your sweater - well his sweater actually. He jerked your body closer, pulling you close enough that you could smell his breath every time he exhaled.

You panicked, reaching up to wrap your hands around his wrists, halting him in his place. “W-what are you doing?”, you asked, your voice shaky. He tilted his head to the side, giving the sweater another soft tug. “Off. Take it off.” He towered over you, looking down at you through his shades. “Okay! Just let me grab something to put on instead,” you said, jerking out of his grasp.

You had barely managed to make it a few feet before he was on you again, pulling you against him and reaching his hands down to them hem of the pink sweater. The sudden jerk caused you to drop everything you had in your arms to the floor. He began to pull it upwards, and with a little struggle, he managed to pull it from your frame. You yelped in shock, hurriedly trying to cover yourself with your hands, trying to hide your modesty. “Yuri! What was that? You can’t just rip my clothes off!”

He did not respond, instead opting to wrap his arms around you, knocking your hands out of the way and replacing them with his own. His hands roamed your body, gripping your body this way and that way. He attached his lips to your neck, bringing a hand up to gather your hair sloppily and tug it out of his way.

“A-again? I’m still sore though!”, you spoke breathily, opening your body up to him despite verbally being against the idea. He grunted, dragging you backwards until you were falling. You cried out as you landed on his lap, your back placed against his chest as he gripped your legs, pulling them over his own, spreading you open. “Y-yuri...”

His fingers danced across your thigh, teasingly grabbing at the supple flesh there. His other hand grabbed your face, turning it towards him so he could kiss you. His tongue quickly invaded your mouth, sliding against your own. The warm metal of his tongue ring was almost scorching in this moment. You couldn’t help but to moan into his mouth. Your head was spinning.

As his fingers danced across your heat, you whimpered, pushing your hips outwards in hopes of gaining a new sensation. He laughed against your lips, a cruel laugh to you as he rejected giving you what you wanted. He bit your lip lightly, just enough for you to release another moan at the slightly painful sensation.

When his hand finally cupped you, his fingers dragging your wetness from your opening to your clit, you arched your back. Breaking away from his lips, your head fell back against his shoulder, your voice cracking as you cried out. Your hands reached back to grab the fabric of the white uniform shirt he wore, gripping it hard enough that you knew it would wrinkle. You just needed something to hold onto.

The coolness of his rings brought a beautiful contrast to the warmth of his fingers as they dipped inside of you, only to pull back and circle your clit again. With his free hand, he wrapped the fingers around your left wrist and brought it up to his hair, encouraging you to entangle them there. You made no move to object, your fingers wrapping around the soft pink locks and tugging. He let out a breathy pant as you did, the warm heat hitting your neck as he moaned.

His left hand now joined his right in pleasuring you. He let the digits of his left hand get coated in your juices as he eased them into you. His right hand maintained the rhythm of the circular motions against your clit. You could not help the moans and sighs that left your mouth as he did so. You could have never imagined doing this before today.

His left hand picked up speed, quickly thrusting in and out of your wet heat. The sounds that bounced off of the walls were explicit, and you were sure that anyone on either side of this room could hear and would know what was going on in here. This fact would have embarrassed you if it had not been for the fact that you did not care in this moment.

His scent flooded your nose and you were wrapped in the smell and feeling of Yuri all around you. And when he decided to lick and suck at the base of your neck, adding to the marks he had left there earlier, you knew you would not last much longer. The familiar feeling of the coil in your belly tightening had you rocking your hips against his hands, in pure desperation to finish. “Yuri! Please! I’m almost-”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you tighter against him as he used his hands to make you fall apart in his lap. You were soaking, your wetness drenching his fingers as he hastily curled them inside you.

The feeling of his fingers brushing against that certain spot within you along with his expert fingers toying with your clit had you weak in his arms. And when he did finally curl is fingers within you to apply pressure to that one spot - it had you seeing stars. White light erupted from behind your eyelids as your body began to spasm as you came.

His fingers now plunged into you, his hands bumping into each other as he helped you ride your high. When you turned into a whimpering mess, your body going slack in his lap, he finally pulled his hands from you, bringing his left to his mouth. You watched through tired eyes as he licked your juices from his fingers, his tongue wrapping around each individual digit.

He then wrapped his arms around your abdomen and slid you from his lap and onto the bed. You glanced at him and opened your legs, figuring he wanted to release some of his own pleasure. But when he stood up and began pulling back the blankets to put you under them, you eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Let me get you off,” you whispered tiredly, reaching a hand out to him.

He stood still, as if weighing his options. He could clearly see that you were tired. But his body was also aching for release. And while normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to have his partner on their back as he chased his high, he knew you were still too sore also. But the way you looked at him with sleepy eyes and the determination to help get off was what decided it for him.

You watched as he undressed, carelessly tossing his clothes to the other side of the room before he crawled into bed with you. You were prepared to roll over onto your back and spread your legs for him but was once again shocked as he simply took your right hand and brought it closer to his face. He spit into your hand but before you had time to express the slight disgust, he was lowering your hand towards his cock with soft giggles.

When you wrapped your hand around him, he moaned loudly, throwing his head back and let his pink tongue slip out of the corners of his mouth. You wondered how you had taken him earlier that day. He definitely was thick, your fingers only able to barely brush against each other as your closed your fist around him. He brought your hand up and down on his length, his spit helping aid the process. He started the speed he preferred before releasing your hand and letting you take control.

He turned his head to kiss you as you jerked him off, his breathy sighs warm against your lips as he dominated your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your hand continuing at the pace he had set. You had begun to twist your fist as it neared the tip of his cock before letting it straighten as you dropped it down his shaft. You repeated this as he started to buck into your hand, small sounds of pleasure escaping the kiss.

And before you knew it, he was coming into your hand, crying out as he did so. You don’t know what urged you to do this, but before he could pull away to find something to clean up with, you were sitting up and bending over. Your mouth covered the tip of his length, licking up and swallowing the white fluid that had spilled over. You then moved your mouth to your hand and repeating what you had seen him do earlier, you licked your hand clean.

When you had finished, you looked towards him to see him relaxed back with an expression of pure bliss as he watched you. His hand snatched your arm and pulled you to him, reconnecting your lips so he could taste himself on your tongue.

Your exhausted body fell against him as he wrapped his arms around you, breaking the kiss only to push you down so you were laying back on the pillows. He shifted his body to lay next to yours, throwing an arm over you as he pulled you to his chest. “Sleep, sleep, sleep,” he muttered. adjusting himself so he could sleep comfortably beside you.

And before you could object, your eyelids drooped on their own and you decided that you did need sleep after all. The sun had just set and darkness now took hold in your room. And soon enough, you fell asleep to the sound of Yuri muttering to himself in nonsense words.

But now you lay awake watching as he slept peacefully next to you, hours after that incident. Your mind raced with the possibilities that the next day would hold. Would he be gone when you woke up? Would he stay by your side? What were you two now? Surely he had no means of anything other than sex with you. But then again, if he only wanted sex, why was he still here...hours later.

Shaking your head, you decided you needed some more sleep. Your entire body ached and you knew tomorrow would be hell. So as you closed your eyes again, one thought rang through. What would tomorrow bring?

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Sure enough, the next morning, the pink haired boy that had plagued your dreams was not beside you. His side of the bed was cold, signaling he had left hours ago. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was 7:15 and class would start in 45 minutes. So as much as you wanted to lay in bed and not face the world, you knew you had a test today.

With a heavy heart full of disappointment, you pulled yourself from your bed and glanced around the room. His clothes were gone - including his pink sweater. Your heart sank even lower. He really just wanted you for sex, huh? You noticed your eyes began to sting and realized tears had gathered, threatening to spill over.

As you stood in the middle of your dorm, you ran through the emotions finally landing on anger. You were so angry with yourself. What had you expected? For the two of you to suddenly start dating? This wasn’t a high school drama on television. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you gave him the okay. It was just sex. That was all he wanted anyway. He was Ayato Yuri after all - the schools nymphomaniac.

You harshly wiped at your tears and bent down to collect your skirt that you had dropped as he drug you to the bed. You hissed in discomfort as your body screamed in pain with the overused muscles. Straightening yourself, you threw the skirt into the hamper before walking to your closet and pulling out a fresh set of a uniform and underclothes for the day.

You knew you would have to face him today anyway. You’d have to face the whole club too. And after your little run away act yesterday, you were sure the club would not be too happy with you.

As you got ready, you racked your brain with any excuse that you could come up with for the club. According to Shikatani, the entire club already knew what had happened between you and Yuri yesterday in the lab classroom, if the text yesterday was anything to go by. You turned around to grab your extra nametag from your desk since you had no idea where you had dropped your one from yesterday.

You put the tag on and went to grab your phone, stopping in your tracks to see that it had been plugged up to your charger. You definitely did not remember plugging it up after last nights...activities. You hesitantly grabbed it and unplugged it, watching the screen light up. 7:34. If you wanted to make it to class on time, you should really start heading that way now as the dorms were a good distance away from the school itself.

Grabbing the key that had been perfectly placed back on the hook near the door, you opened the door, shocked when it connected with something hard. Or someone - as you heard a loud exclamation of apparent pain. You hurriedly slipped through the door and closed it, placing the key into your skirt pocket. You gasped as you saw Yuri sprawled out onto the floor, holding his elbow and rolling around, babbling. “Yuri! Oh my god!”

You kneeled down next to him, reaching out to take his arm and examined it. “I am so sorry! I did not know you’d be here! I thought you’d-” you cut yourself off, realizing you were on the verge of exposing yourself. “Why were you standing in front of the door anyway? You knew I would have to open it to get out of my dorm!”, you chastised as you helped him up.

He said nothing, pouting as he looked at you. You sighed and let your eyes take in his appearance. He was wearing his usual uniform with the pink sweater and copious amounts of jewelry. But you did notice how his hair was slightly damp. He had showered. You bit your lip as you realized you probably should have done the same. You were pulled from your self worry as he had grabbed your hand and began tugging you along, turning to exit the dorm building.

Glancing at your phone, you realized that you only had twenty minutes to trek across campus and somehow manage to make it to class on time. Yuri had turned his head slightly so you could catch the sly grin that made up his face. And then he was running.

You struggled to keep up with him as he sprinted, his hand grasping yours tighter as he pulled you along. You found yourself laughing at the situation. Here you were at an all boys school, in a photography club that did not study photography at all. You had just barely managed to escape a gang bang by fucking the guy who had saved you. And the very same guy was pulling you behind him as he cackled and darted in between students, rushing to get to class.

You yelled out apologies as Yuri rammed into people, pushing past them as they shouted out angry insults. By the time you had made it to the school building, you were out of breath. You laughed loudly at the rush, not noticing how Yuri looked at you with a softness in his eyes that were hidden behind his shades.

He slowly guided you up the stairs, his hand never dropping yours. Lots of students gave the two of you weird glances, eyeing the way your fingers were locked with his. You flushed, attempting to pull your hand from his but you were only met with resistance as he tugged you closer behind him. “People are staring, Yuri.”

He shrugged, pulling you through the doors that led to the hallway your classroom was in. You looked down at your feet, avoiding all eye contact with anyone who was out in the hallway. You gasped as you bumped into his back when he suddenly came to a stop outside of your classroom. Before you could even say your thanks, he placed something in your hands before shoving you into the classroom gently. And then he was gone.

You barely even knew what to make of the situation as you turned your attention to what he had placed into your hand. You smiled softly when you realized it was a sucker. He had given you candy. You turned and made your way to your desk, saying a polite good morning to your classmates. And when the bell rang, you thought to yourself that maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

That was until your last class of the day. You had been smiling airily all day, not really focusing on any of your classes and barely managing to turn in your test on time. You glanced out of the window as your teacher droned on about the importance of knowing English.

Suddenly, a bright flash of pink hair from outside had your attention. You knew it was Yuri. No one else in this school had that bright pink hair that was so noticeable. You smiled brightly watching him. And then you noticed another figure. A person with dark hair laid sprawled out on the ground, only held up by his elbows. Yuri towered over him, looking down at the male. And before you knew it, you watched as Yuri bent down and kissed him. Even from this distance, you knew what was happening. And for the second time that day, your heart fell into your stomach.

And before you could process what happened, the last bell of the day was ringing. Still in shock, you stood quickly, glancing around - your mind refusing to work. In a daze, you packed up your school materials back into your tote bag. Your mind was racing and once again tears had threatened to spill. This morning had seemed so perfect. The way he had smiled at you lulled you into a false sense of security and you had allowed yourself to think he cared for you beyond just wanting to fuck you.

As you exited the classroom and slowly made your way down the hallway, you took the seconds that ticked by to collect yourself. You had to go to the club room and everyone including Yuri were more than likely going to be there. You still had to face Akemi.

Your pulse thrummed as you descended the stairs, once again becoming angry at yourself. He was just being nice this morning. He probably does this with every person whos virginity he takes. He also probably just wanted to secure you as one of his many partners. That’s why he was so nice this morning. Plus, the two of you were somewhat friends before he even dragged you into that lab classroom so perhaps he felt obligated to stick around after.

When you left the school building and began to walk towards the building that housed the club rooms, you breathed in deeply, wiping at your eyes. You really shouldn’t care about who he kisses or who he fucks - it was never any of your business anyway. He was doing it long before you got to the academy and he will probably continue to do so.

You let out a small scream as an arm was carelessly tossed over your shoulders, pulling into the side of someone. “So I hear Yuri was the lucky one to pop the cherry,” a deep voice spoke right next to your ear. Quickly glancing up, the a bright blue invaded your eyes and you immediately knew who you were talking to. “Upset that it wasn’t you?” you taunted, not in the mood for anything he had to say. You attempted to shrug his arm off of your shoulders but unfortunately, he held strong.

He laughed at your taunt, looking down at your face. “Well of course I am. I had been picturing what it would be like from the moment you stepped into the club. You just radiated virgin.” You faked a gagging sound, locking eyes with him as the two of you walked closer to the building. “You probably wouldn’t have satisfied me at all.”

He pulled away, his face in mock anger. “I will have you know that I am great in bed. I could have made you feel better than Yuri ever could. You doubt my skills.” You bit the inside of your lip, mulling over the thought of the pink haired boy. “Just give me one chance to bend you over and fuck you, that’s all I ask.”

You looked up at Tamura, your mind racing with possible outcomes. You couldn’t expect Yuri to be in your bed every single night. And now that you have had a taste of what pleasure could bring you at the hands of a photography club member, you weren’t so against the idea. “Okay fine.” When you saw his face turn upwards in excitement, you continued, cutting him off. “But! You have to be gentle at first. I’m still sore from Yuri.”

He laughed, pulling you close again. “Of course! What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?” He held the door open for you and ushered you into the building and closed the door loudly behind him. You continued on your way to the club room, Tamura asking you questions about your preferences of what you would like and you having to remind him that you’ve only had sex once. When he pulled the door open to the club room, he spoke his next question loud enough to silence the rest of the club from their own conversations. “So should I come by tonight? You already have me hard just thinking about it.”

You nervously looked around the club room, everyone's eyes set on the two of you. And in the back of the room, lounging on a metal chair sat Yuri himself, his face completely expressionless as he stared at you. You swallowed thickly, looking to Tamura again. “Oh, um - If you want to! Sure!” He chuckled darkly, looking at the rest of the club members before returning his gaze to you. “Or we can ditch right now. I’ll even take you to my dorm so I can bend you over my desk.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought your attention to the room. Akemi stood from his seat on the couch next to Itome and smiled directly at you. “We can’t have you skipping again! Not after your little stunt yesterday. This club meeting was supposed to be you making up for it!” You breathed in deeply, calming your nerves. You knew this might happen. “What do you want me to do?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked onto Akemi’s.

He smiled brighter and sat himself back down next to his boyfriend and pat his left thigh. “I was thinking you could suck me off and then go around to every member and do the same. That should prove that you’re sorry enough.” You watched with wide eyes as he unfastened his belt - seemingly in no hurry. “Yuri will get his punishment later for his involvement but I’ve been dying to do yours.”

When he lifted his hips slightly to maneuver his cock from his pants, you felt chills erupt over your entire body. While you had thought Yuri was thick, Akemi definitely put the pink haired male to shame. At least in the thickness department. Your jaw had begun to ache even looking at how big he was. He must have been around five inches in length but even from this distance you could tell that you would not be able wrap a hand completely around him.

You forced your body to move, your legs carrying you closer to the club president. You watched as his legs opened wider and pressed more into the couch, allowing you to step between them. Akemi stroked his cock, watching you with the permanent smile that always seemed to be on his face. “Let’s see if you know how to use that mouth properly. And remember - don’t choke.”

As you lowered yourself to your knees, you glanced back at Yuri, noticing how he was not looking at you at all. He had his face turned to the side, his head in his hand as he looked at the walls. You felt Akemi place his hand on your cheek redirecting your attention back to him. His thumb slipped to your bottom lip, applying enough pressure to drag it down before releasing it. “Open wide...”

You parted your lips slightly, leaning forward to take the tip of him into your mouth, opening wider with each inch. “Mmmmm, there we go. Good Girl,” he hummed, his hand now moving to grasp your hair. He tasted salty, the clear liquid that had spread across your taste buds making your mouth salivate slightly. You began to bob your head up and down, taking a little more of him each time. You felt him nudge the back of your throat and jerked to pull away but found that you couldn’t. His grip on the back of your head held you in place. “Breathe through your nose. You’re doing so well.”

Even though he encouraged you, you struggled. You couldn't breathe like this. Eventually he had managed to get deep enough that your nose was tickled by the hair at the base of his shaft. When you struggled to pull away again, you head Akemi ‘tsk’ above you. “It’s not that hard to learn how to suck it properly you know.” He inhaled, shifting his hips a little more, causing him to hit the back of your throat again, making you gag. “Itome even learned- Yuri? What are you-”.

And then you were being hauled to your feet, a strong grip under your arms pulling you up. With shaky legs, you stumbled as you were drug over to an empty space within the club room. You were pushed to your knees again, Yuri moving to stand in front of you, struggling with the clasp of his pants. You brought a hand up to wipe away the spit that had escaped from your mouth as you nervously sat on your knees.

He unclasped them and shoved them down to his ankles along with his boxers, his hard cock bouncing in your face. And almost as carefully as before, he bent down to grab your hand and ever so gently placed it on the base of his length. You looked up at him with scared eyes causing him to place a hand on your cheek. He ran his thumb along the expanse of your cheekbone, nodding to you. When you turned to try and look at the club, his hold on your face tightened, preventing you from doing so.

“Eyes on me,” he said, his voice bouncing between pitches as it normally does, a wide smile upon his face. You breathed out shakily and leaned forward, taking Yuri into your mouth. He tasted just as salty as Akemi but something inside of you had been expecting that. He released a high pitched moan, the sound echoing in the still club room.

Instead of being like the blonde haired male, Yuri let you take your time easing him into your mouth. His hand twitched against your cheek and you knew he was struggling to hold back from thrusting into your wet cavern. He twisted to the side a little, reaching to grab something off one of the shelves that were next to the two of you with a loud giggle.

You followed him with your eyes, not daring to tilt your head. You caught sight of a small pink bottle covered in tiny little berry emojis and before you knew it, he was titling the bottle upside down, releasing the liquid over the part of his cock that was not in your mouth. You realized it was lube when Yuri began to move your hand back and forth along the part of him that you could not fit into your mouth just yet.

Remembering the speed that he liked from the night before, you moved your hand just like that as you struggled to take more of him into your mouth. While Akemi was thick, Yuri was instead longer. He was about six and a half inches if you had to guess off the top of your head. You knew that there would be no way you could fit all of him into your mouth. And Yuri knew it too.

You did manage to get about half of him inside your mouth with little to no struggle. And that's when the taste of something sweet hit your taste buds. You realized that it was the lube he had poured. Matching the taste to the berry print on the side of the bottle, you found that it wasn’t such a bad taste after all. You moaned softly, your eyes moving to look back up at Yuri. He had his head tilted back again, his pants of high pitched moans egging you on.

When he hit the back of your throat, you pulled away, coughing slightly. He ruffled your hair, dropping his hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. You took a deep breath, bringing your mouth around him again, this time determined. But when you could not help but to gag again, he pulled out of your mouth slightly, wrapping his hand around yours again, and dragging it along his cock. You could tell that he understood and wanted you to not overexert yourself. “Like this, yes!” he cooed, pressing himself back into your mouth again.

You decided to do as he wanted and worked your mouth over what you could handle. You found a rhythm, using your tongue to sweep across his tip each time you pulled away before flattening it and running it along his shaft as you took him in your mouth again. You kept the speed of your hand to what you knew he liked, encouraged to keep doing so by the wild sounds he was making.

“Cum! Cum!” he shouted as his body went rigid, his muscles spasming above you. He bent over, his hands on your shoulders as he released himself into your mouth. The warmth of his cum is what shocked you the most - more so than even the taste. You exclaimed as the taste spread across your tongue and you hurriedly swallowed, the watery liquid going down your throat with ease. With each suck as you swallowed, his body jerked, oversensitive to the feeling. He mumbled a word repeatedly as he convulsed - and eventually you realized he had been chanting ‘mine’ over and over again. He backed away, straightening up, pulling himself from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’.

You now took the time to look around the room, seeing that all eyes were on you. Akemi lounged back and you could see that Itome had taken your place, sucking Akemi off. Shikatani sat on the opposite couch, his face flushed and he had stripped down to his feminine underclothes during some point. When you locked eyes with him, he hiccupped and turned away, his face going an even darker shade of red. Tamura was leaning against the far wall and you noticed that he had began to get himself off, eagerly stroking himself.

You watched as Yuri simply kicked his pants off and to the side before reaching down and grabbing your shoulders, hauling you up. He quickly untucked your uniform shirt from your skirt and skillfully undid the buttons, yanking it from your heated skin. You gasped, moving your hands to cover your chest but soon after they were yanked away by Yuri. He pulled you into what most would assume is a hug but you felt his hands snake up your spine and unclasp your bra, pulling away to toss it to the side with little care.

“Yuri- I...what are you doing?” You were not given an answer as he pulled you towards the couches, leaning down to clear off the coffee table in-between the two. He tossed all the magazines and vibrators to the floor, standing straight again to turn slightly and grab you by your hips. He jerked you in front of him, pushing and shoving until you lay flat against the table, you chest connecting with the cool wood and your knees resting on the floor.

“Ah!” you yelped, frantically looking around to see that everyone’s eyes openly roamed the exposed parts of your body. You looked back to see Yuri rolling a condom down his length and warmth shot straight to your core. He reached forward and flipped your skirt up and over the generous swell of your ass and quickly tore your panties down your legs. He placed his hands between your thighs, encouraging you to open them a little further.

As you spread them open, you lurched forward as his thumb toyed with your slit, rubbing against the nub that shot white hot pleasure through your veins. You whimpered as he pressed two fingers inside of you, the dull pain making you clench your hands into fists. “She still tight, Yuri?” you head Tamura ask, as you moved your head to the side so you could glance at him. He smiled wickedly down at you, his hand lazily working over his own length. You could hear Yuri laughing behind you, his fingers working you open.

The pain quickly faded and was replaced with pleasure, your body tingling with anticipation. You pressed your hips backwards, calling out to the male behind you. “Yuri...please,” you said softly, craving to be filled by him again. You moved your eyes to watch Shikatani who was now breathing hard, his body lurching with every small hiccup. He placed his hand over his mouth, palm facing outwards as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

You turned your head to the right and locked eyes with Akemi. He had his hand on the back of Itome’s head, directing the male to take all of him into his mouth. You could hear Itome moaning softly, his own body shivering in lust. You saw Akemi lean forward, his hand outstretched as if to touch you. But before he could, another hand intercepted, slapping his out of the way. You recognized the black nails and realized that Yuri had smacked his hand away. Why was he not allowing anyone to touch you? Not even an hour ago he was kissing someone else, but now he won’t let anyone touch you? Akemi chuckled and held up his hand in defense, returning his attention back to Itome.

You couldn’t remain in your thoughts for long as Yuri pulled his fingers out from within you and you could feel him line himself up with your center. In a small panic, you reached a hand back, holding it open. And not even a moment later, you could feel the heavy weight of his ringed hand clasp yours, intertwining your fingers with his. And then he was pressing inside of you.

The dull pain returned but only for a second as Yuri worked himself inside of you. It felt good to be filled again, the stretch satisfying an internal itch you had not know you had. You could hear his giggles and breathy whimpers behind you, increasing the more of himself he fit inside you. You released a choked moan as you felt his hips press into your ass and the head of his cock press against you cervix as he bottomed out inside of you. He gave you a moment to adjust, though not nearly as long as he had last time, before he set a brutal pace.

His hips snapped against yours with a maddening speed, the sound loud within the club room. Your body lurched forward with each thrust, the table shifting sometimes with the weight added to it. You closed your eyes, the feeling becoming to much for you already. The way his cock dragged along your walls had you rutting backwards, desperate and whiny. His other hand grasped at your hips, hard enough that you were sure he would leave a bruise there. But right now, you did not care at all.

“You take him so good, that little pussy squeezing him like that,” you could hear Tamura comment from above you but yet you did not open your eyes, relishing in the pleasure that was spiking through you. You realized you were crying out with each thrust, tears threatening to spill from your eyes with the abuse from his hips. You pressed your face against the table, turning it to where your forehead rested on the cool wood. His grip on your hand tightened before he released it to press closer to you.

He moved his entire body over yours, his hands beside your shoulders on the table. From this angle, he was able to fuck his length upwards into your hole. You felt something cool drip between your shoulder blades that caused your body to jerk at the unknown feeling. But when you felt his warm breath, you realized he had begun to drool on you. Turning your head, you glanced over your shoulder to see him in pure ecstasy. He had his shoulders bared forward with his head back and his mouth hanging open, his tongue lolling outside of his mouth, saliva dripping down.

The sight made your core clench and you knew he felt it when his hips stuttered slightly before correcting themselves and resuming the pace. You felt his chest press against your back and felt the soft material of his sweater as his arm reached for something. You caught the sight of something purple before it disappeared from your line of vision. He pulled himself up from off your back and stopped the movement of his hips, suddenly reaching underneath you to press a cold object against your clit. And when the vibrations started, you could not hold back the scream that released itself from your throat. Your hand grabbed the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white from how much pressure you applied to the table.

He adjusted your thighs, pulling them closer together to trap the vibrator between your folds and began the brutal pace once again. You could not focus on anything other than the feelings that encased your body. You felt like you were floating. You felt his hand wrap around your upper right arm and felt its way down until it connected with your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours again.

And before you knew it, the dam inside you busted, your orgasm shooting through you like liquid fire. You cried out, the pleasure dancing across every single one of your senses. You gripped his hand almost bruising as you struggled to ground yourself in the middle of your earth shattering orgasm. You body shook with every continued vibration against your clit, your body jerking in an attempt to get away from the dizzying sensation. Eventually, you slammed your hips back and opened your thighs enough to allow the vibrator to drop onto the floor.

Yuri was now frantic, his cock plunging into you at an appalling speed, your juices dripping down his thighs. You were sure the entire club building could hear Yuri as he chanted words, nearing a release of his own. And when he felt his own coil snap, he dropped himself back down onto you, his body heavily resting on yours as he released into the condom. His body shook over you, his thrusts dying in intensity the longer his orgasm went on. From beside you, you could hear Akemi release a cry of his own and you knew he had come. You heard no sound from Tamura and only the continuous hiccups from Shikatani.

You were exhausted. Your body was covered in sweat as well as other bodily fluids courtesy of Yuri. You whimpered slightly when you felt him pull out of you and flip your skirt back down to cover your ass. You heard his knees crack as he stood and went to dispose of the condom. You just laid there, too blissed out to even think. When you heard movement to your left, you cracked your eyes open to see Tamura bent over with a tissue, cleaning the floor and you figured he had come also. He caught your eye and smiled, “I’m still coming over tonight so go rest up, baby.”

You groaned, trying to sit back on your knees. You could feel how slick your inner thighs were and raw your pussy felt and knew you’d be in slight pain later. You felt someone behind you lift your hair up and wrap something around your shoulders and when you glanced down, you saw that Yuri had taken off his sweater and given it to you again to cover yourself. Wrapping it around you, Yuri took off to get dressed and took your discarded shirt and wrapped it around his neck like a towel.

He came back to you and lifted you to your feet and bent down to pull your underwear back up, snapping the band against your skin once they were in place. He tilted his body and wrapped an arm around your middle and his other around the backs of your legs before hauling you up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, too exhausted to protest.

You heard Akemi sigh and tiredly looked at him, watching as he stroked Itome’s head. “Whatever you two are doing, don’t let it interfere with club business, understand? I don’t care if you date, just don’t forget about your duties as a club member.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Itome’s head before waving the two of you off. Yuri stuck his tongue out at the blonde male childishly before turning with you in his arms and exiting the club room.

As you stared up at the male who you knew you were getting feelings for, you couldn’t help but question things. Who was he kissing? Did he care for them? Did he care for you? These were all questions you were wanting to ask but you could barely find the energy to lift your head form his chest - let alone speak. And with a small reminder, you brushed off the questions and told yourself you would ask him later. But right now, as he walked you back to your dorm, all you wanted to do was bask in his presence. And that is exactly what you did.

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milkchu · 4 years

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— 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a rich and famous ceo hires kuroo and bokuto to be the bodyguards of his daughter, (y/n) (l/n). unfortunately, (y/n) is a spoiled little rich girl that makes it hell for them.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader x bokuto koutarou

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: don’t read if you’re under 18; nsfw/smut, kinda dark!kuroo & dark!bokuto, dubcon, dirty talk, threesome, car sex, oral (both m & f), squirting, some hair-pulling, rough & unprotected sex, degradation, brat-taming, inappropriate use of a necktie, cheating (y/n is in a relationship). unedited!

𝐚/𝐧: this is literally just my horny 3am thoughts. also, just imagine them in black suits in this one.

"i’ll be there soon, tooru-kun!” your sickeningly sweet voice echoed from the back of the limo. “yeah, yeah, i love you too,” you rolled your eyes as you adjusted your feet to rest on the couch before hanging up on your boyfriend.

after throwing your phone into your prada bag, you sighed as you stared outside, seeing all the people walking to work or heading towards the train station. can��t relate, you thought as you stared at your freshly manicured nails.

“can’t you drive any faster, kuroo? i’m gonna be late for my date!” you huffed as you glared at him through the rear view mirror.

“i’m already driving at the speed limit, miss,” kuroo replied before his partner, bokuto added, “if we go any faster, we’ll get pulled over by the police.”

“ugh, who cares? my dad can pay them off anyway,” you said, “if you weren’t such a slow ass driver, we would’ve arrived by now.”

“if you didn’t take so fucking long to get ready, you would have been at your stupid date with your little bitch boyfriend by now,” kuroo angrily mumbled.

“did you say something, kuroo?” you raised your eyebrow at him, before bokuto nervously let out a laugh, “don’t worry, miss! he’s just a little mad at the old lady crossing the street right now!” turning back to his partner, bokuto mumbled to him, “calm down, dude.”

“hmph, you know i can just easily call my dad to fire you both, right?” you relaxed into your seat, while the two men up front start to tense up.

“there are many others who can replace you, you know. hmmm, maybe i’ll ask my dad to hire those cute twins, they’re probably more competent than you two,” you smirk, as you went on your phone, looking for your dad’s number.

meanwhile, bokuto looked at his partner with a now completely different and serious look before kuroo looked back at him and nodded slowly.

putting your phone up to your ear, you greeted your dad, “hey, daddy! are you in a meeting right now?” not even noticing that kuroo had taken a different route and that bokuto had slid from the front seat to the back.

“oh, that’s good! listen, you know kuroo and bokuto? yeah, i think you should- mmph!” bokuto’s hand suddenly covered your mouth, while his other hand took your phone and immediately hung up on your dad.

you looked at bokuto with shocked eyes, before his face went closer to yours, “don’t you fucking make a sound, little girl,” he chuckled, “kuroo and i are just going to teach you a little lesson.”

you whimpered through his hand, before letting out a squeal as you felt his other, cold hand run up your thigh under your skirt and finally, to your panties.

“oooh, lace panties? did you wear this for your boyfriend, (y/n)-chan?” bokuto’s darkened eyes look up at you, “were you hoping that he was going take you home and fuck your slutty cunt after your date?”

his fingers then start to press against your entrance through the fabric, squirming against him as you start to relax and let your juices slowly gush out from inside of you.

“oh look, kuroo, she’s already so fucking wet,” bokuto groaned, raising his sticky fingers to show his partner through the rear view mirror.

kuroo felt himself harden as he looked at the mirror, “just wait ‘til i get back there, kitten,” he growled as he tried to focus on driving, “i’m going to ruin you.”

“that’s right, kuroo’s the roughest one out of both of us,” bokuto let out a chuckle, as he continued to rub your wet panties, “he shows no mercy.”

noticing the scared look in your eyes, he smirked, “oh don’t worry, baby girl, i’m not as rough as him.”

your heart starts to pound faster as bokuto slowly kneeled down in front of you, his hand still covering your mouth. he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes before saying, “i want to taste you so badly, baby girl. would you like that?”

you let out a moan before nodding, tears almost filling your eyes from the anticipation.

“i also want to hear your sweet moans,” bokuto cooed, “will you promise to be a good girl when i remove my hand?”

you let out a “mhm,” through his hand before he finally removed it, “good girl,” he said, before pulling your lips towards his for a surprising soft kiss. both your lips molded against each other perfectly, before he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

“your lips taste like strawberries,” he smiled at your blushing and panting face, before he slowly kneeled back down, “but i wonder what you taste like down here?”

you felt his hands slowly pull your panties down your legs, feeling the cold leather couch on your bare skin, before lifting your skirt up to reveal your wet, glistening pussy to him.

extremely embarrassed, you looked away from him, “s-stop staring so much...” your cheeks warmed, before bokuto let out a small laugh, “aw, don’t be so embarrassed, baby. we already know that you’re a little slut.”

“now, just let me taste this slutty cunt of yours,” he groaned before pressing his lips to your entrance, your sweet juices immediately filling his mouth, “you taste so fucking good, baby,” he mumbled against you, sending light vibrations to your pussy.

“keep her fucking wet for me, bo,” kuroo said from the front, palming himself through his black slacks, already imagining how tight you would be around him.

“don’t worry,” bokuto replied, his mouth still on your pussy, “i will,” before bringing his lips to your clit, softly sucking on it. “hah!” you let out a loud moan, your hand pushing the back of his head deeper onto you.

while bokuto’s face was buried in between your legs, his hands expertly unbuttoned your top and unclipped your bra from the front, immediately letting his hands knead your tits while his thumbs brush against your hardened nipples.

with the combined pleasure, you already felt your insides coiling up as bokuto continued to lap at your sensitive pearl, feeling the bolts of pleasure course through your body.

meanwhile, kuroo had already unzipped his pants, letting his hard dick out, stroking it, while his other hand is on the wheel.

“i can feel you getting close, baby girl,” bokuto looked up at you with dark eyes, his mouth still suckling on your clit, “are you going to cum?”

tears filled your eyes again as you heavily panted and looked down at him, nodding before throwing your head back into the headrest.

bokuto chuckled against your clit before mumbling, “then fucking cum, baby girl. cum in my mouth. fill my mouth with your sweet juices.”

his lips moved quicker against your clit as his fingers continued to twist and pull at your nipples before your hands started to pull on his hair, finally feeling yourself release into his mouth, “hah! fuck fuck fuck-” you cried out, feeling your juices gush out from your throbbing pussy.

“oh fuck, that’s it,” bokuto groaned against your cunt, letting your juices stain his mouth, running down his neck and to his shirt and tie. he let out a laugh, looking at his now stained suit, “holy shit- look, kuroo, she squirted all over me!” before softly brushing his finger against your throbbing clit, “such a good girl.”

“oh yeah? good fucking timing because i finally found a place where i can pull over,” kuroo let out a dark chuckle, not bothering to zip his pants back up as he got out of the driver’s seat.

“ohoho, you’re in for a ride, baby girl,” bokuto smirked, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting on the other seat, waiting for his partner to get in the back.

you were still recovering from the orgasm bokuto gave you, it was definitely something you had never experienced before. not even when your old bodyguard used to sneak into your room every night.

your thoughts were immediately interrupted when the door to the back suddenly opened, revealing kuroo with his dick literally out in the open. “get on all fours, brat,” he growled.

letting out a surprised whimper, you obeyed, immediately getting on all fours, kuroo stroking himself as he stared at your still throbbing, wet cunt.

closing the door as he went inside, kuroo kneeled behind you, slapping your cunt with his hard dick, “fuck,” he groaned before bokuto said, “such a pretty pussy, right, kuroo?”

“fuck yeah,” kuroo moaned, roughly pulling at his necktie to remove it then grabbing both your wrists on your back to tie them up with it, “this will teach you to not be a spoiled fucking brat.”

he then started to line his cock up to your pussy, “are you ready for my cock, kitten?” he growled, rubbing the head against your folds, letting your juices smother his cock before finally pushing it in.

“fuck, bo. she’s so fucking tight,” kuroo threw his head back, feeling your insides clench against his cock. he’s so big, i can already feel myself getting close, you moaned into the leather seat.

meanwhile, bokuto also had his cock out, stroking it as he watched his friend pound into your pussy from behind. “get over here, bo. fuck her face,” kuroo groaned, before bokuto chuckled, “with pleasure.”

bokuto then walked up to you, before sitting down in front of your face. he gently pulled your face up towards his thick cock, pre-cum already dripping down his head, “go ahead, baby girl, open,” he cooed.

you obeyed, opening your mouth before bokuto entered, thrusting in and out of your teary-eyed face. “fuck, her mouth feels so good.”

“yeah? you like bo’s thick cock deep in your throat while i pound this slutty cunt of yours?” kuroo growled, watching his cock roughly go in and out of you, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit.

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you did. you think back to those times where you would pull up the privacy screen in the limo so they wouldn’t see you touching yourself. or when you would imagine that it was either of them when you were underneath tooru in bed.

“oh yeah, i can feel you tightening around me,” kuroo growled, as he continued to pound into you, “are you gonna cum again?” before his hand trailed down to your clit, sending more bolts of electricity through your body.

you whimpered against bokuto’s cock, feeling the head of his cock almost hit the back of your throat. “fuck, i’m close too,” bokuto groaned, pulling at your hair to thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

“then let’s all cum together,” kuroo moaned, quickening his pace as he felt your insides pulsate against his cock. “fuck, squirt for me like you did for bo, come on, kitten,” his finger continued to roughly rub against your clit.

“shit, i can feel her getting close,” kuroo gritted his teeth. you moan loudly against bokuto, sending vibrations down his cock, as he’s about to cum too.

“we’re gonna fill you up so much,” bokuto groaned, watching as his cock disappeared into your mouth. “that’s right,” kuroo gritted his teeth, “you’ll be our little cumslut.”

with that, you finally felt your insides explode. kuroo growled, “fuck, she’s cumming, i can feel her pussy- fuuuuck,” he threw his head back, feeling your juices gush onto his cock and drip down your thighs before releasing his load into you.

“shit, me too-” bokuto pulled on your hair harder, filling your mouth with his hot cum. moaning against his cock, you looked up at him with your mascara running down your cheeks, “fuck, what a good cumslut you are, swallowing all my cum.”

finally pulling his cock out of your mouth, bokuto grabbed a handkerchief from his front pocket to wipe the mascara away from your cheeks, finally letting you breathe normally.

kuroo then slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum mixed with yours dripped out of your pussy, down your thighs, and onto the leather seat, “fuck, look at that. such a pretty pussy filled with my cum.”

“mmm, yeah, make sure you keep all that cum inside you while you’re on your date with oikawa-kun, okay?” kuroo darkly chuckled, before bokuto added, “that’s right, you’re our spoiled little cumslut now.”

staring up at both of them while still high on the pleasure and ecstasy they gave you, the sound of your phone ringing interrupted the air.

bokuto then pulled out your phone, “oooh, it’s your daddy! he’s probably worried because you hung up on him.”

“yeah, you were saying something about bo and i?” kuroo smirked, stroking your face before bokuto answered the phone and put it up next to your ear.

‘(y/n)! are you okay? you hung up on me, you were saying something about your bodyguards?’

“yeah, kuroo and bokuto... i think you should- you should give them a raise. they’re the best bodyguards i could ever ask for.”

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stacispratt · 3 years

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big god

okay so i posted this a while ago and then immediately deleted it because i hated it so much and NOW it’s about 4x longer but still just as incoherent i think BUT ANYWAYS!! big thanks to @consumedkings for letting me play with our ocs like action figures in her delightful universe!! this is essentially just. a character study of wes in the ancient names universe

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It's always when Ell's not around.

"You need someone who will love you as much as you love them," John says. "Someone like me."

Always then, that John tries to dig his fingers under the chinks in Wes's armor and pry him open. Like he's just desperate to get covered in the brilliant red of Wes's blood, smeared with gore— like all he wants is to reach inside and get a hold on Wes's heart. To get such a firm hold on it that Wes will never, never be able to forget him.

He's seen him the same, with Elliot. Wes has seen the spark in his eyes when he sees her get vulnerable, the twitch in his fingers. Desperate to pry her open, too. But he doesn't get to do that right now— Joseph is busy doing it, taking Elliot's confession. And John is jealous, something inside him roiling with it, so he's taking it out on Wes. Trying to prove to himself that at least one of them is all his.

When Ell said "Not to you. Joseph." Wes had seen it, watched the careful progression flit through John's body language— fear, jealousy, fury. Panic, when John returned to their little house and Wes had taunted him with a "Don't tell me you're jealous—"

John had snapped his hand out to grip Wes's wrist, Wes had grabbed John's shirt, and. And.

Wes only stares up at John. His hands are planted into the mattress on either side of his head, caging him in. If Wes relinquishes even an inch, shows even the tiniest reaction, the smallest twitch in his expression, John will take it and run. He'll grab the thread and pull and pull and pull until Wes is nothing more than a pile of string, free for John to take and reform as he wishes. To make him into something new. Something that better suits John. Better suits Eden's Gate.

So Wes keeps his face blank. He doesn't grab for John and beg Oh, God, give me something warm and safe to stuff inside my chest. God, stuff me full of love until I can't take it anymore.

But John sees something, because he lurches forward, presses all of himself to Wes, and pushes their lips together. “You need me, Wes,” John breathes into his mouth. “You and Ell. You know why?" he asks, and doesn't wait for an answer. "Because you need someone who understands you." Their lips brush. "Someone who's never felt– never felt as loved in return for the love they've given."

It's the most honest John has ever been with him, Wes thinks. His stomach twists.

"I can give you that," John whispers. "Eden's Gate can give you that."

“Shut up,” Wes groans. “I don’t want your cult.”

“No, you’re right." John brings his hand up to cradle Wes's face in his palm, thumb just under his eye, pinky finger curled under his jaw. Wes always likes that, John holding his jaw. Firm or with feather-light touch. Either way, it makes Wes's eyelashes flutter. “You just want me.”

Wes squeezes his closed eyes shut even tighter and rolls on top of John. He pins him down, bites his lip, and repeats, "Shut up."

“He’s got his claws in me, Ell,” Wes whispers, the next morning, fearful even in the crook of her neck. No one else will hear them, alone in their cabin at Joseph's Compound (John's at one of those little Seed family meetings, where he and Ell are definitely the main topic of discussion), but it feels wrong to say at all, even when it's so hushed no one but she could hear it. “I’m afraid– I’m afraid even when we get out of here, I’ll never really leave. I’ll never be able to leave.”

She holds him, rubs his shoulderblades, and says resolutely, "We're going to get out. No matter what bullshit the Seeds feed us." She pauses, and insists, hard enough to convince both of them, "We're going to get out."

Oh, and that. John's and Joseph's insistence that they're not going to get out of this scot free— that the Feds will see everything they've done. See the violence coiled in Ell's muscles, the blood caked under Wes's fingernails. Whenever Wes tries to tell himself they're not right, tries to say It's self-defense, tries to say They'll understand, he feels anxiety crawling under his skin.

Paired with the sensation of John's hold on him, so powerful it's like physical touch, he's… he's got this terrible, sinking feeling that his mind—his identity— is never going to leave Hope County. That he'll be firmly rooted in his fear and terror and violence for the rest of his life.

Maybe he'll never even leave physically. Maybe he'll die here. Maybe he'll get stuffed full of flowers.

God, he hopes not. For Ell's sake.

They've already lost Joey.

WRATH, DO YOU STILL WANT TO BLOOM IN ME?

He imagines it, written into his chest. They wouldn't even have to write the WRATH. John already did it for them.

Wes remembers to breathe and takes a shuddering inhale, his face still pressed under Ell's jaw. "Right," he says, fighting to keep his voice even. He shakes off the ghostly sensation of John's nails in his flesh, the imagined burn of a knife in his chest, and forces himself to really feel her arms around him. To appreciate how steady she is. "We're going to get out."

Ell turns her head and kisses his temple.

Faith takes Ell on a walk. He offers to come with, a little anxious at the idea of being apart from her, but Faith dismisses the idea with a giggle. "Deputy Honeysett can take care of us, I'm sure," she chirps. "We're even taking Boomer, too. We'll be perfectly safe, Wes."

He holds Ell's gaze for a moment, until she nods, just a little. He relents, "Okay," despite his prickling neck.

"Besides," Faith chimes, "I think Joseph wanted to have a word with you."

That gives Elliot pause, makes her open her mouth to protest. "Wes, you shouldn't—" she starts, because Elliot might have a soft spot for Faith, but Joseph is just about her least favorite. She confessed to him because she felt like she had to. She doesn't want Wes to have to do the same.

It's okay. He can deal with Joseph. He can choke out the confession he wants to hear.

"I know," Wes interrupts gently. "It can't hurt. It's okay."

Ell lingers, then steps forward and grabs the back of his neck, hauls him down for a chaste kiss. "Don't forget who you're dealing with," she murmurs against his mouth. He nods, takes a deep breath, and she pulls away.

He watches her, Faith, and Boomer walk for a few moments, then turns on his heel.

He finds Joseph at the alter. "Wesley," he says, without even turning to face him.

"Wes," Wes corrects, and seats himself in one of the pews in the first row. Joseph merely hums. "Faith said you wanted to, uh… talk."

Joseph stays silent for a second, just staring at the window of the church, casting light on the dust floating in the air around them. Wes blinks at the window, in the shape of the cross of Eden's Gate, and briefly recalls his first night here.

Then cloud crosses the sky, the ray of sunlight disappears, and Joseph turns to face him.

"Yes," he says, as he looks Wes over. "I've been thinking. About the myriad of ways this situation could turn out."

Wes snorts and looks down at his hands, resting comfortably on his thighs. "How many different ways are there for the world to end in holy fire?" he asks, a smirk pulling the corner of his mouth up. "Or do you doubt your own visions?"

"No, I don't," Joseph says, almost immediately. It's not frazzled, though— he's just as unruffled as ever. Wes looks up. Joseph stands right in front of him, hands held casually behind his back. "John does."

Wes closes his mouth.

Joseph smiles, just slightly, without his eyes, and sits beside Wes on the pew. "But," he says, "he did get me thinking. About… creating safety nets. In case God's plans are not exactly as I imagine."

Just as Wes starts to think what a safety net for Eden's Gate could possibly be—finally, actually eliminating him and Ell?—Joseph says, gentle as Wes has heard him be yet, "If the world does not end as soon as I imagine, you will have to be protected from the law," and Wes feels himself lock up.

"I'm not the one who needs to worry about the law," he says, voice tight, and resolutely does not look toward Joseph, even though he can feel Joseph's eyes on him. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"You must know that's not true."

Wes keeps staring, silent and frozen, gone stone-still with fright. Joseph's face stays placid. After a moment, Wes swallows and croaks, "It's self defense."

"Deputy Honeysett has already killed one man with nothing more than a blunt object, and the two of you went on a mass Cleansing of my followers before the Family even appeared. She's a hazard to herself." Wes opens his mouth to defend her, but Joseph barrels on, "And you're no better, Deputy Beltran. Operating as judge, jury, and executioner within Hope County. There is no excuse for the things you've done here."

"You're the one who started a fucking war in the—"

"Wes," Joseph interrupts. "My group of devoted followers have been targeted, attacked, and gutted by a foreign cult. We look… sympathetic." Wes's skin starts to itch, as he anticipates the punch coming on. "If you were to align yourself with us, we could protect you from suspicion. If the very group you slaughtered accepted you, it would look… better, for your case. You would not seem so dangerous. Not such a loose canon."

"I'm not a loose canon," Wes protests, and the effect is weakened by the uncertainty in his voice.

Joseph answers him calmly once more, like he's barely even listening to what Wes has to say. "You are. You and Ell operated by your own rules and executed your enemies as you saw fit." Joseph shifts, tips his head. "My people. The… redemption it would show, to align yourselves with us, would place you in the right. You and Ell. Both of you would seem sympathetic. Two people lost in the fray."

Wes's head feels fucking cloudy. "Align myself?"

Then he makes the mistake of actually looking at Joseph. The moment he does, he sees Joseph's warm eyes (somehow, despite it fucking all, despite the cruel calculation Wes knows he's capable of), sees the concern in the lines of his face. Sees Joseph reach for him, feels cool fingers on the back of his neck, as the Father draws him in, and gently, very gently, rests their foreheads together. "Yes," he murmurs, as his thumb runs up into Wes's hairline. "You understand what I'm saying, don't you? That this is the best way to protect yourself." He pauses, then elaborates, "To protect Elliot."

Wes's eyes close against his will, and his fingers twitch in his lap.

Joseph's words creep into him and start to take root. Less of a loose canon if I'm sided with Eden's Gate. More of a victim, less of a killer, if the people on my side are the corpses stuffed with flowers.

By extension, Ell would look less guilty, too.

"We can protect you," Joseph murmurs. "I can save you. If only you'd let me."

They're breathing the same air. Maybe if Wes could just catch a breath of the crisp air outside, something brisk and fresh, he'd be thinking clearer, but right now, he's thinking As a backup. Just in case things don't go to plan, and even louder, To protect Elliot, to protect Elliot, to protect Elliot, so he says, "How would I…"

Joseph inhales and curls his other hand around Wes's bicep. Anchors himself tighter into Wes. "Your last name," he says. Warming Wes up to the idea, giving him a moment to soak in each word. "If you were to change it."

Wes scrunches his eyebrows. "Change it?"

Very faintly, Joseph breathes, "If you were to become a Seed." He only gives Wes a second to absorb that, lest panic sets in, and he continues, "You would align yourselves clearly with us. Place yourself under our protection. Under John's protection, my protection." Joseph pauses, then reminds, "And in turn, you would help Deputy Honeysett."

Wes hesitates. Joseph lands the killing blow.

"Deputy Pratt, too, would be protected with this. As he is aligned with you." Wes flinches, opens his mouth to blurt out demands about where Staci is, and how Wes needs to get him, needs to keep him safe, and Joseph continues, "He is safe, in the Whitetails. You can keep him safe."

Wes doesn't give himself too much time to think about it, to talk himself out of it. He told himself he'd do whatever he needed to get out of Hope, with Ell and Joey and Staci, and he's already fucking lost one of them. He already lost Joey, he lost her, and if he lost Ell too, lost Staci— he wouldn't know what to do, and if– if they made it out of Hope, only for their actions here to be what does Ell and Staci in, he would never– never—

"Okay," Wes blurts, and flutters his eyes open to look down at Joseph's bare chest, at the EDEN written over his ribs. "I– okay."

For a moment, Joseph squeezes his neck so tight it's painful.

Then he releases Wes entirely and leans back to look at him once more. "Good, Wes," he says. "Good."

Wes signs the document Joseph has. Under Your new name: he writes Wesley Abraham Seed with shaky, wobbly lettering, and feels his stomach turn uncomfortably. He tries to tell himself, for Ell and Staci, for Ell and Staci, for Ell and Staci, on repeat, again and again, until Joseph guides the paper from him and praises, "There. You've done well."

For Joey.

Wes flexes his hand around the pen in his hand. Seed, he thinks.

Then he thinks, Fuck, and barely remembers to say anything to Joseph before he stumbles out of the church like a drunken man. He doesn't even know where he's going until he collapses onto his and Ell's bed in their cabin.

"I think I'm a fucking idiot," he says into the pillow, as his stomach turns and turns and turns.

It'll be a fucking miracle if he ever gets to go home.

#I STILL HATE THIS BUT I HATE IT LESS NOW I HOPE IT'S OKAY ASH ILYSM #my fic #oc: wesley beltran #oc: elliot honeysett #john seed #fc5

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hope-to-hell · 3 years

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For @feralrunaway who asked for shock collar. Anticipation, August Walker. He has an idea. Contains smut, light bondage, electric shock (August receiving).

August has something on his mind and it’s eating at him. It’s got his lip twitching under his moustache, his expression focused like when he’s got someone on the table and they’re just waiting to see how he’s gonna take them apart. It’s got you on edge and your panties wet without quite knowing why; he controls his face so carefully that his predatory aspect is almost perfectly hidden til he wants you to see it. And yet.

And yet you know me so well, pet. When you learned to read me, did it make you more afraid of me, or less?

Afraid of you? Hardly. Afraid for you? Maybe so.

And when he says pet, I have a job for you, you’re thinking something like a dead drop, a supply run, maybe warming his cock while he works (please let it be that one), but no. He holds out a box with a shock collar and thick leather cuffs and

August? What—

He’s got a brilliant idea and he wants to test it. On himself, first, because it’s him, and now, pet. Have to make sure you can handle this.

Sure, August, whatever you say, but that tent in his pants says maybe he’s got some selfish reasons too. And so you cuff him to the headboard, arms up and elbows bent so his hands rest beside his head; he lounges insolently, all thick coiled muscle that can probably be held in check by those cuffs. Probably.

No matter how he schools his face, August cannot hide his body’s response in the face of violence or pain; the crease of his hip is already shiny with precome when you fasten the collar around his thigh like a garter (and isn’t that a thought), prongs pressing cruelly into tender flesh.

Alright?

Pet. Tight, focused. Grasping hard at control. This is what you’re going to do.

Blindfold him, first of all, because maybe you can read him but he reads you too. And make it a surprise, pet. Not a peep from you. When you’re ready, as often as you want, for as long as you want.

And he’s sure, isn’t he; his gorgeous thick cock is almost harder than you’ve ever seen it, twitching like a living thing and deeply, hungrily red.

And you make him wait.

And wait.

Until the twist of his lips shifts from anticipation to irritation, until his cock is a shade softer and settles against his leg. He will have your hide for this, but the moment he starts to pull against the cuffs, you let him have it.

The effect is immediate; his hips jerk from the bed as every muscle tenses at once. And when you switch the collar off and he drops to the bed, he is panting. Not from pain, or at least not much of it: he’s had far worse than a little shock. But his cock is so hard, back to that angry red shade of need. Back to full attention, and he could come just like this, if only you��d close a hand around him. Just for a moment.

But instead, you shock him again.

And again.

And again, but he doesn’t beg off; he doesn’t beg at all, at least not with words. But his hips are lifting from the bed even without the tension of electric shock, and he’s more wet with precome than you’ve ever seen him. He arches toward where he must imagine your hand to be, seeking contact, never saying a word.

Hey. The words come out low and rough, catching on the sight of him. If you aren’t gonna ask. I wanna see your face when you come. And with the blindfold gone from his eyes you see him, really see him: the tension that digs his crows’ feet deeper into his face, the bow of his lips pinned into a taut line, the rapid flick of his gaze between his thigh and your face. He looks like—

You look like if I touched you just once, you’d come. And oh, if looks could kill, but your hand is closing on his cock so delicately, and—

You were right.

#henry cavill #august walker #my fic #mission impossible #mission: impossible fallout fic #mission: impossible smut #mission impossible: fallout #august walker fic #august walker smut #august walker x reader #august walker x you #fic prompts

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poutyhannie · 4 years

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Part two!! You can find part one on my blog, its the only other one hehe. Once again, feedback is much appreciated!

warnings: smut, fluff, oral, fem!reader receiving, car sex with a twist ;), post date sexy time

word count: +1.7

part 1, part 2

The white lights in the ice cream parlor cast a luminescence in Chan’s eyes that draws out a lighter brown color as he studies the flavors below him. You really hope he picks vanilla or sweet cream or something white…not for any particular reason, you just liked the thought of it pooling at the sides of his plush lips and dribbling down his chin, running down his sweaty neck-

“Y/n? You gonna get something?” Chan’s concerned voice pierces through your embarrassing thoughts as you snap your eyes up to his. He giggles at catching you off guard and nudges you softly with his shoulder, nodding at the ice cream case. The pastel pink clad employee gives you a jaded stare and you quickly choose your go-to: artificial pink and blue cotton candy in a sugar cone. A soft, endeared smile spreads across Chan’s face and he tells the worker that he’ll be getting strawberry cream. You pout a little, but the mostly vanilla ice cream with chunks of strawberries will have to satisfy your fantasies. Not that Chan would let the sweet trickle down his beautiful face, he’s always too clean for that, you realize to your dismay.

Once again, Chan pays, claiming that you paid last time though you can’t really remember as you both head back to his car. With one hand on the steering wheel, one cautiously gripping the cone, Chan drives to a secluded hill that overlooks the nightscape. By this time, you’re already crunching down on the cone while Chan licks around the ice cream. With his eyes trained on the twinkling lights in front of you, so it’s easy to just stare at him.

His cherry red hair is messy and curls raise from his neck, the same curls that you love playing with at night, when his head is on your chest and his breathing is all you can hear. A wistful look overcomes his eyes as he turns them up to the heavenly bodies he’s so enraptured by. Every time you both come up here, he always talks about constellations, meteors, and shooting stars. The wonder and excitement in his eyes and voice whenever he does makes your heart swell and thank the stars for giving him so much joy. You’ve decided to appreciate them more than before, just because Chan loves them so much.

His voice this time, however, is distant as he rests his head on the headrest. “Some civilizations thought that the stars were souls reincarnated so that their loved ones would have light in the night.”

You nod solemnly, “Yeah, like Mufasa.”

A choked laugh escapes from Chan’s throat as he stares at you in disbelief and amusement, “Like Lion King?”

Smiling, you nod again, “It would make sense, though. That’s why there are so many. And maybe shooting stars are people that momentarily died but came back and that’s why we wish on them, to have as much luck as them.”

Chan lets out a low, “Hmm, I’d never thought of that before. Maybe constellations are families or groups of friends.”

A slow smile spreads across your face as you complete Chan’s sentence, “So then, you can stay with your loved ones after death.” He nods, looking over at you with what you can only describe as admiration and contentment.

You’ve long finished your ice cream but Chan’s just started on his cone. He mistakes your stare as a silent plead, smiling softly as he offers you a bite. Your mind is made up in a split second, you very slowly, while looking straight at Chan with doe eyes, take a long lick of his ice cream, flicking it back into your mouth. You smirk as Chan stares at you, shocked before rushing to quickly eat his cone.

“You wanna use that promise from last time, babygirl?”

Finally.

You’ve moved into the cool night breeze as Chan lays down on the roof of his car, patting his chest, a smirk on his face. You whine, tugging at his black t shirt, “No, take this off please.”

He laughs softly and sits up to swiftly do so. The pale, milky white of Chan’s chest provides beautiful contrast to the dark night sky and you really can’t help but stare at him. Like the flirt he is, Chan gives you a wink before laying back down on the roof. It really doesn’t help because the anticipation has a coil tightening in your stomach as you can feel the uncomfortable wetness sticking your panties to your hot core. You pull your simple black panties off, tossing them on top of Chan’s shirt, which rests on the hood.

“Y’know, Channie I’d really like to keep my skirt on, but I wanna see your pretty eyes.”

The thought of your bare ass out in the open night air causes Chan’s semi to harden just a bit more than he’d like to admit. Of course though, seeing it is better than imagining and when you unzip your pastel purple skirt, Chan groans loudly. The cool air hits your hot thighs and dripping pussy, making you clench around nothing. Chan pulls you by your hands to him, your wetness rubbing against his glorious abs. The friction makes you quiver against Chan’s lips. Though his abs provide a cold surface to rut on, Chan’s neck is hot as you press open mouthed kisses and make red marks all over it.

Your hands are in his red hair and plays with his soft curls, a contrast to your vicious teeth, ravaging his pretty neck. Chan’s sharp Adam’s apple bobs as his tent grows and you pull back.

“What if someone comes up here, Chan?” You ask dumbly, realizing you should have asked this when he pulled you out of the car. Beneath you, Chan gives you a cheeky, wide smile.

“Then you’d better get to it, babygirl,” he says, smacking your ass lightly.

You give him a half hearted glare—the ache in your core is too much to ignore for too long. The car roof is smooth under your knees as you lower your dripping, hot core onto Chan’s puckered lips. When he give a tentative lick, your arms shoot out onto the roof, catching you.

“M-more,” you whisper, beginning to grind on Chan’s face.

His cold hands grip your bare thighs tightly and he sticks his tongue into you, nodding his head to your tempo. His wet mouth fans hot breaths into you and you squeeze Chan’s head between your thighs. You feel his lips curl into a smile and you look down to see Chan’s adorable cheek squished between your thighs. His eyes form smiling crescents and you let out a giggle, “You’re so cute, Channie.”

He cocks an eyebrow and you know he’d say something along the lines of ‘even while you’re riding my face?’.

When his teeth snag your clit, you double forward again, using your arms as leverage to grind down harder on Chan’s face. No doubt Chan’s grip on your thighs will leave bruises and you tremble at the thought. Reading your mind, Chan removes his hands, making you whine loudly. While he runs caresses up your right thigh, his other hand finds its way up to rub your swollen bud. Your high pitched, embarrassing moan has you biting down on your shoulder, afraid to alert anyone in the area. Annoyed by this, Chan shoves two long, ringed fingers into your core. The underside of his rings are warm from gripping your skin but the tops of them are cold from the night air and your jaw lets go of your shoulder, moaning with no regards for anyone but the man under you. He curls his fingers, beckoning your orgasm closer, scissoring deep into you. You feel his rings clink together.

Its coming faster than you want; you don’t want this moment, overcome by euphoria, to end. You cry out, trying your absolute best to hold out though your thighs burn from the repetitive motion.

Chan removes his fingers, trailing your arousal on your thigh before clutching your hips still. His tongue continues its swirling, thrusting assault into you and you gasp as it becomes harder to fend off your orgasm. His lips press into your clit harshly, spreading your folds apart. You feel his hand move down and his grunts as he pulls down his pants, almost frantically jacking off. The thought of how this looks causes you to loose your motivation to hold out. “I-I’m gonna come,” you whine, ready to let go. Chan’s tongue slows down and you cry out as you realize he’s telling you to wait. Despite his almost lethargic tongue movements, you feel his hand quickly maneuver over his undoubtedly aching dick. Tears spring in your eyes as you can’t go anymore.

When Chan groans into your core, you feel hot ropes of Chan’s cum spray onto ass and probably onto Chan’s abs. Your body spasms in pleasure as your high crashes over you. It has your eyes rolling into your head, your toes curling, and a high-pitched cry torn from your throat. Chan’s tongue licks you up and you can’t wait to see his face covered in your juices.

Pulling back shakily and weakly, you collapse onto Chan’s chest, ignoring his cum on both of you. With a dumb smile on his face, he looks down at you and you swear you could come again from the sight before you. His hair sticks out from your constant tugging and his eyes are hazy and droopy from lust. His red lips glisten in from your cum, which coats his chin and is so slowly dribbling down to cover his jawline.

His voice is thick and low, “Is this what you were thinking about when I was eating my ice cream, babygirl?”

Tiredly, you nod your head as the burning in your thighs subsides, moving to cuddle into Chan’s arms. You lick up your arousal from his neck, tracing the trail up to his swollen lips. The kiss is sloppy, a mix of your cum and both of your saliva. Its hot and messy, but Chan’s hand gently strokes your cheek.

#bangchan smut #bang chan #skz smut #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #bangchan imagine #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #skz dark hours #skz blurbs #skz bangchan #stray kids bangchan #does this count as a one shot? its part two sooo

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godkilller · 3 years

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@shirenui144

A more sombre question, but had me wondering... Has Gin ever cried / what would it take to make him cry? I imagine it would be verse dependent, but could a man this guarded ever visibly show such emotional hurt?

out of character. Why must you hurt me.

But it’s an excellent question, and as you say too -- Gin has become such a guarded, numbed, and twisted man. He has, for lack of better wording, killed off that part of himself long ago. He is also one of the topmost guarded characters in Bleach, even Ichigo’s little trick of ‘reading his opponent’s heart’ during battle did not work on Gin. Gin was empty. Gin wasn’t even ‘looking at Ichigo’ with his heart when fighting. They did not reach each other. Gin is so utterly closed off from others and himself that there’s an eerie absence of self present in him, a swallowing abyss, intimidating and oppressive. Gin has also spent his entire existence isolated, he joined Aizen extremely young and thus his centuries-long otherness began. He cannot show emotions akin to Toshiro, who is often used in ways alongside Gin to show what happens if one shows emotions and weakness to Aizen Sousuke via childhood friends. Renji and Rukia, too, are used in ways that contrast Gin and Rangiku subtly in the background. Gin’s interactions with Rukia about Renji, and his interactions with Toshiro about Momo are to make Gin more of an other. He is removed, unlike them.

So Gin does not despair openly like they do. He doesn’t shout or cry for the audience to see. He’s a villainous cold-hearted bastard.

This is on top of the potent sense of cultural toxic masculinity and military way of avoiding / “dealing with” emotionally charged moments, not speaking of trauma, and the whole nine yards of suppression which channels into self-worth issues and a tendency for violence. Most characters in Bleach, and especially male characters, aren’t allowed to really stop and think about what they’re feeling, doing -- Ichigo being able to do a decent amount of that, yes, with his protagonist badge, but even then ? It’s pathetically insufficient, barely a taste of what Ichigo actually should be experiencing, and no other characters are allowed to mourn losses or suffer long-lasting consequences for their actions, for injuries, for mistakes, for harmful words or acts. It’s an action / fighting series, the audience is here for big flashy swordfights and cool abilities, not emotions. Certainly not darker topics of PTSD and the like.

You can slice it any which way, but Gin grew up as a child soldier. It can be contrasted by the fact that the majority of the Gotei 13 / Shinigami characters are shown, in flashbacks, as entering the Academy whilst in adulthood, becoming Shinigami once adults, with the exception of people like Toshiro, Momo, Hiyori, who all look / are perpetually young.

Gin is a little older than Toshiro, for context, by the way -- and he is younger than Byakuya. Because Tite doesn’t know how the ages of his own characters work, it can be argued that Gin and Hiyori are possibly within the same ballpark in terms of ages. But like. Look at her. What the fuck. ANYWAYS, the point is ? Gin’s young, and his trauma is fairly fresh. From the Winter War -- and then 110 years into the past to the Turn Back the Pendulum arc -- Gin spends the majority of his childhood either playing caretaker for Rangiku, who is actually a little older than him, and then killing; first, the three Shinigami that attacked Rangiku, then the Third Seat of the Fifth Division, and then many more likely during his career of observing failed projects at Aizen’s side, witnessing horrific Hollowification experimentations, and many more things. The crucial period of development for things like higher level empathy ( Gin showcases it by sharing his food with Rangiku, a stranger, and then we see the absolute absence of it from then on ) and Gin swiftly enters into the midst of Erikson’s industry vs. inferiority stage of development; what does he have to offer the world ? What can he become ? Will he be good enough ? This is the stage in which Gin makes the connection as well as makes peace with becoming a monster; this is what I’m offering, this is what I’m becoming, this will be good enough.

He flipped a switch. It’s questionable whether or not Gin has the ability to cry once he’s an established Third Seat. It’s gone, it’s been swallowed down a hole so deep and dark Gin doesn’t want to go searching for it. He doesn’t want to cry. Gin already has a negative connotation connected to crying given his quote “I’m gonna become a Shinigami, change things for ya, so that you don’t have to cry anymore, Rangiku.” Not crying = good. Not crying means better. Rangiku crying over what was done to her was what embedded into Gin that he needed to be stronger. No crying allowed. None. In his mind, obviously, Gin doesn’t actually make that connection that ‘because Rangiku did this, I’ll do this’ no, he’s not so meticulously aware yet, but there’s certainly an imprint left on him from those earlier years in the Rukongai, dreading her tears, hating them, hating those men, and so crying = murderous intent. Crying = anger.

If Gin cried as a child, he didn’t realize he was doing so. I can see him crying in his sleep from a dream, a nightmare, a jam-packed series of emotions hitting him whilst vulnerable, whilst unable to smile and swallow it all down. I can see him waking from it and wiping at his face, feeling utter detachment like an ache in his chest, an otherness, like that wasn’t even him crying, that wasn’t him. Gin wouldn’t think more of it, he wouldn’t dare linger on the thoughts. Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.mp4 and all that jazz.

Gin is more likely to lash out in anger than let himself cry. I have a headcanon / drabble somewhere of Gin screaming into his inner world, clutching at his hair, feeling so terribly close to crying but he can’t, it literally will not happen. He’s too bottled up and frustrated from that that when he actually has an opportunity to cry and it doesn’t naturally happen because he’s become so suppressed, it just outright angers him. Because he has latched everything up, lock and key, by the time Gin’s an adult -- if he were to cry as an adult, it’d be during a flurry of explosive emotions. He cannot just casually let loose, no, that door’s jammed shut, it’s been coiled tight in him. A pit of despair by the time the Winter War rolls by. Gin admits to feeling anxiety, dread, during that conflict -- a sign of slowly coming undone, no longer able to keep himself from hesitance, doubt, insecurity, and anticipation hovering around him like a dark cloud. Gin cannot cry, though, not now. Not when he’s so close to making all the pain worth something...

So it’s no surprise that Gin really only starts getting the actual opening to properly cry in my canon divergent verses. But the catch !!!! Gin has failed so thoroughly and so brutally that he feels he doesn’t deserve to weep about it. That this is merely a fraction of the karma he deserves. He experiences suicidal ideation, daydreaming of how it’d simply be easier if he hadn’t survived at all. He feels too hollow to cry, then, at the start. He feels too heavy, too much, it’s too much to cry about. He ruined himself and Rangiku for nothing. He did all of this for nothing. And now Rangiku wants answers, still waiting, watching him, and he can’t cry in front of her. IT’S STILL INGRAINED IN HIM FROM CHILDHOOD: she’s the one who cries and he’s the one who comforts. The audacity of him to cry in front of her after everything he put her through, as though he were the victim and her the one needing to comfort him. Gin may be morally gray, but at times he truly sees the world in black and white. No moderation, no give and take.

It’d hit him later, when he’s learning to become more vulnerable. When he’s trying to open up to Rangiku about something he has to rip from himself, his heart holding onto this sorrow for so long Gin has to surgically remove the truth from himself. AS A CHILD, WITNESSING WHAT HAPPENED TO RANGIKU COUNTS AS A TRAUMATIC EVENT. Not talking about it for 110+ years does a number or two on you when you at last, FINALLY, tell her the fucking scoop. Gin repressed what happened to Rangiku because he recognized that Rangiku did not fully and properly remember, recollect, what happened to her. He knew. Gin saw.

Compartmentalizing her trauma on top of his own, as though a keeper of it, a sin-eater, Gin would feel absolute despairing relief at finally telling her. Despairing because he’ll be inflicting upon her something he’s been holding back, holding that door shut, for the entirety of their knowing of one another, and to finally let go of the door and let that beast of trauma go charging at her undeterred ? There’s immense guilt attached to this entire affair. Gin feels childlike guilt; why her, and not me ? I wish it could’ve been me, we could’ve traded places and I’d be fine, I’d live, we could live happy together. Akin to survivor’s guilt, Gin wishes those men had found him and taken a piece of his soul rather than Rangiku’s. The ‘why’ of it haunts him. Why her. Why didn’t I stop them. Why didn’t I show up sooner. I could’ve bitten at them, kicked and hit, we could have escaped together -- or at least you could have. Gin also feels guilt at a base adult level: why am I keeping this from her ? No, it’s too late to tell her, she’s happier now, there will never be a good time to tell her.

There are so many things, feelings, thoughts, that Gin has never shared with Rangiku due to it all being tied to the unspoken secret he’s let fester inside of him.

SO WHEN GIN FINALLY TELLS RANGIKU WHY HE JOINED AIZEN, WHY HE TRIED TO KILL AIZEN, WHY HE SAID THOSE WORDS TO HER DURING THAT BLIZZARD AND BECAME A SHINIGAMI ... GIN’S GOING TO BREAK DOWN.

The truth is tied to vulnerability in Gin’s mind. Telling it means ripping himself apart at the seams. Everything he crafted himself out to be was made around this secret. It’s going to be bloody, it’s going to hit him like a fucking train. Gin’s going to feel it coming, rumbling on the tracks, he’ll hear it even, that approaching storm, he’ll know by the prickle at his eyes and the closing of his throat, but still nothing’s ever prepared him for the absolute choked finality of the truth, and he’s going to do his best to hold it back -- it’s instinctive, it’s in his blood by now to mask it, stop it, divert and drawl his way out of it. But this time he can’t just stop halfway and distract her, talk about something else. No, Gin’s cornered himself and it’s high time Rangiku got the truth from him, he can’t run away any more. He’ll have to grit his teeth and talk through it, swallow it back just enough to speak, to tell her what he’s done to them both and for what, for why, it’s the worst possible conversation they could ever have, but one they need. And Gin’s going to find himself incapable of holding back a sob the more he discloses, the more that slips out and escapes him the more the emotions tied to that sunken anchor come up too. He will feel simultaneously lighter and heavier for it.

There are numerous ways Gin’s thought about wording it. He’s thought about the numbed approach, MISSION REPORT style: Aizen Sousuke harvested souls from the 64th Rukongai District, they took a piece from you. Perhaps not, no, not like that. Maybe... back when y’were a kid, there were three Shinigami assigned to the 64th District to collect souls to fuel Aizen Sousuke’s Hogyoku. They took somethin’ from you. I saw it. I saw them hoverin’ over you, I saw it in their hands. I saw’em offer it up to Aizen in the forest, collectin’ firewood. I saw him.

WHY DIDN’T I STOP HIM, WHY DIDN’T I ATTACK THOSE THREE MEN THEN AND THERE IN BROAD DAYLIGHT WITH YOUR COLLAPSED FORM A FEW FEET AWAY, MAYBE I COULD HAVE TAKEN THEM ON AFTER ALL. I COULD HAVE CRUSHED A SKULL IN WITH STONE, I COULD’VE STOLEN HIS SWORD BEFORE THE LIFE FULLY FADED FROM HIM AND MADE IT VANISH, I COULD’VE CARVED THROUGH THE SECOND, SLICE THE TENDON AT THE THIRD’S ANKLE AS HE ATTEMPTED TO FLEE, WARN OTHERS. SLIT HIS THROAT AS HE CRAWLED AWAY. YOU’D HEAR IT, OFF TO THE SIDE. YOU’D SEE ME COME UP TO YOU WITH BLOOD SPLATTERS. YOU’D SEE ME LEAN OVER YOU WITH NOT A PERSIMMON OFFERED, NO, YOUR OWN FUCKING SOUL THEY PLUCKED FROM YOU. SHAKY HAND. BLOODIED HAND. TAKE IT, TAKE IT BACK. I FIXED IT --

Just tell her. JUST TELL HER.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE DAY WE MET, RANGIKU ... ?

#[ headcanon ] fresh snowfall; fading footprints mark his path #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #me: i wanna cover more but also i. oof.

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