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cythena · 1 year

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HIS ROOMMATE

♡ ⌢ ₊ NOTES: scara x reader, also some childe but mentioned, sexual tension, public sex (library), unprotected sex, breeding, tall flirty scara, also another post encouraged by @iamnotgayiamstraight

how often did scara have to hear you two? yeah it seemed like every night he would be stuck listening to you and his roommate fucking. he questioned why you couldn’t do it at your place every so often or get a room— just whatever kept it out of his ears. you were always so loud and childe didn’t seem to care. he knew it was a shitty ego boost knowing scara could hear everything. the headboard slammed against the wall, you responded to his dirty talk with sentences strung together with mostly moans. it was real, it was hot, and it made him a little jealous.

after your time with childe, you would usually go home but occasionally you would spend the night— in childe’s room. scara wandered downstairs to grab a monster and hop on some game back in his room. he didn’t expect to see the light already on.

“you son of a bitch, i’m fed u-” he started, ready to cuss his roommate out for his insensitivity.

“oh! you’re his roommate?”

his feet froze in his tracks. he fully made it into the kitchen before noticing it was you standing there. two monsters sat on the island in front of you. a black nike tshirt was draped over your naked body, your nipples hard through the shirt. you smiled at him, seemingly forgetting your appearance and relationship. “i’m y/n!”

“i know,” he responded. “what are you doing down here…in my shirt?”

“ajax sent me down to grab drinks- oh and this is what he gave me to wear last time.” you wrapped your fingers around the cold cans. your pretty manicured nails tapped the aluminum. “you're always in your room when i'm here..." you pouted. your eyes flickered up and down.

you noticed his tank top clinging to his chest. his thighs seemed to almost protrude through his sweatpants. he was shorter than his roommate but very well built. childe said scara would occasionally accompany him to the gym, it was present as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. you found your eyes tracing the shape of his muscles. were his legs the same?

“i kinda wish you left a little more often.”

scara immediately caught on to your intentions. he scoffed and pressed his arms further against his chest. “how bold, that work on childe?” he stepped closer to the counter, his tussled hair bouncing with each step. he learned against the white quartz and cocked his head. “expect it to work on me too?”

“is it?” you rested your head on your palm, ignoring the drinks you were supposed to bring upstairs. your nail drew circles on the counter as your avoided his eyes. you felt them shift from your own to your nail, however with a quick glance you found them still locked onto your face.

“don’t be shy now, or is this a trick? i’d only expect the best of these games from a girl like you.” you looked up with furrowed brows and pouted lips. you bit your tongue—you think. really you couldn’t come up some snarky response. scara only shut his eyes with a small smile.

“you’re meaner than your roommate,” was all you could spit out.

“i am.”

you snatched the cans up. “but you’re less of a tease than he is. very refreshing.” you smirked and left the kitchen. scara ran his fingers through his hair as you walked past him. he smiled to himself as he thought about you like you were long gone, ignoring the man you were returning to.

scara couldn’t stand being in the same house as childe at times. he could live at the library forever. he didn’t even read much, he only had his textbooks out to look busy however he was more interested in his phone. scrolling through various instagram photos.

“thought i might find you here.”

“hm funny, this would be the last place i look for you,” scara laughed to himself before looking up from his phone. you took the seat next to him in the back corner of the library. “you studying or just miss me?”

“guess. childe’s out with zhongli right now and i couldn’t wait to find you. i just wish it was a little more private.”

“your confidence returns. and what would you like privacy for?” he smirked.

“you’re such an ass, scara.”

“i know.” he cupped your chin with his extended hand. in a swift motion your lips were molded against his, slowly following the pace he set. your hands twitched in your lap. suddenly, your chair was kicked from underneath the table and you were pulled onto his lap. in a trance, you placed your hands against his shoulders.

you pulled away as quick as you started. his lips shimmered with your now shared gloss. “scara,” you panted, “we can’t do this here.” scara gave a mock frown. his hands rested on the back of your neck and waist.

“oh come on, afraid of getting caught?” you nodded. “then better stay quiet.” he hooked your panties to the side, dropping you down onto his cock you didn’t even notice he took out while pushing you by the neck. he muffled both of your moans with the kiss. your eyes shut and almost rolled back into your head. your arms tensed and hands squeezed his shoulders.

your hips rocked back and forth on his lap before he lifted you up. you didn’t sit fully on his lap to stay quiet. your head fell backwards as you relaxed. he dragged a hand from your waist to your upper back to hold you up. he stifled a groan of his own. “f-fuckin’ see why he’s so obsessed.” he also threw his head back.

“scara,” you moaned.

“sound so pretty…what a pretty girl.” you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“i can’t, scara i’m gonna-” you whined. he placed an index finger over your lips. he moved his hand now his thumb took its place. he smudged your dark lip liner with a smirk. before you could complain, he pushed his finger past your lips. the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue.

voices and footsteps shuffled past the bookcase you used for cover. your eyes widened.

he dragged you down. “sorry pretty,” he shushed you, “i won’t let anyone see you. come on, cum for me now.”

it’s like his own sense. at that moment, he sat you down as your cunt spasmed. your thighs squeezed his own. you pulled his head closer to your chest as you came. your fingers were tangled in his purple locks. your cries of his name were much quieter with his thumb blocking the sound. your body seemed to grow hotter by the second. “ok pretty,” he hissed. “fuck, i’m gonna cum too.”

“inside please. it’s easier.” you looked down through your hooded eyes. your thighs quivered as he filled you up with hot cum. his leg lifted from underneath you.

“good job, pretty. i think i should keep you for myself. but you wouldn’t like that? you wanna be shared.”

you didn’t respond—seemingly too exhausted from the orgasm he sent you in within a matter of minutes. “m-more please scara. i need it.”

he chuckled, tucking himself back in and lifting you up. your hands found the desk behind you to hold you up. your trembling legs took a moment to regain some balance. one hand held you as he packed his stuff up. slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he helped you walk out of the library.

“where are we going?” you asked.

“my room, you still want more don’t you?”

“what the fuck! scaramouche?” you looked over your shoulder at childe and zhongli behind you.

scara grinned, relishing in his roommates surprise. “what’s the problem? we already share everything else.”

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fatherphilia · 9 months

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Can you do Tobirama fucking Hashirama wife in public, like he has no shame

thank you for the tobirama request i love that man’s dick

tw. cheating , public sex under cut

shame is not a word in tobirama’s vocabulary. everything that man does, he does with the upmost confidence even if whatever he’s doing is less than respectful in most people’s eyes.

in his eyes, it’s justified.. after all, he was certain she had been the one eyeing him first and he saw the way her gaze drifted over his body whenever they were in a room together. her foot occasionally drifting over his leg under the table while hashirama was talking at a meeting.

what came next was only natural to him.

“quiet down.” the white-haired man snapped as his fingers pulled apart the top of your shirt, the chill of the evening air hitting you as the tops of your breast and collarbone were exposed to his gaze.

you hummed, leaning back against the wall. “i am being quiet. if you wanted no one to hear than you should’ve picked a different spot.” he’d pulled you aside after the meeting, pressing your body up against a random fence in the village, hidden out of the way of the main roads but easily visible to anyone who walked past. “perhaps you want us to get caught.”

tobirama grunted, the tips of his ears turning pink while his hands groped your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples while his mouth moved in to drag kisses along your jaw. his lips trailing from it’s spot beneath your ear down to your mouth, teasingly dusting his lips across yours before pulling back away.

his knee pushed between your legs, forcing your thighs apart as he pressed his knee right up against your clothes core, rubbing slowly against your body as his finger rubs delicious circles across your hardening nipples.

you let out a soft whine at the sensation, your hips bucking up against his thigh as you feel the pressure throbbing between your legs. it was just his knee rubbing against you but you could already fill the wetness growing in your panties from his touch.

“fuck.” he groans out when his knee comes into contact with the growing wet spot on your shorts, “you like this, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for a response as his fingers move to the waistband of your bottoms so he could slide them between your legs, his ring finger feeling the slickness dripping down.

a gasp escapes you as he does so, clenching your thighs together in embarrassment as you realize that he could absolutely tell how terribly needy you already were for him after just a couple kisses and touches.

“you never get this wet for him, do you?”, he asks teasingly and momentarily, your thoughts drift over to your sweet husband. sweet hashirama, the man who was meant to warm your bed day and night and supposed to be the only man you kept close in your heart. what would he think now if he saw you like this with his younger brother?

“of course not.” tobirama answers the question for you, seeing the flash of shame across your face even though you do nothing to resist his touches as he’s pulling your shorts and panties down.

for a second, you’re certain you hear someone walking by, perhaps a startled gasp but something tells you after one look at the man you were with, the individual left just as quickly as they came by.

tobirama leans in, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear, seemingly amused by the way your body had tensed up upon hearing someone in the vicinity. you could his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, “are you going to stand there doing nothing all day? i didn’t take you for a woman that lets the man do all the work.”

his voice breaks you away from your thoughts, a wave of embarrassment washing over you from the situation you had found yourself in but, your hands make their way to his body anyways, feeling along the ridges of his abdomen.

your husband was sculpted from the gods but there was something so raw about the way tobirama’s body felt and looking. under your fingertips, you could feel every scar, every ripple of muscle and thin lines. the thick white hair brushing against your hand as you trailed it down his abdomen and towards his pants so you could unbutton them.

“you’re handsome.” you commented while your hands worked to tug down the fabric of his pants and boxers just enough to expose his cock.

he looked as though he had something else to say but held back his tongue while he felt your hand wrap around the base of his dick, the throbbing shaft aching for your touch as you gave it a few test pumps.

you could hear the inklings of a moan, his eyes averting as his hips bucked every so slightly into the fist you’d made with your hand.

it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore and his hands were gripping you by your hips, lifting you up against the wall so the only thing keeping you up was his body and your legs wrapped around his waist.

the first push of his cock into your pussy has you gasping, the thick head pushing past your entrance. god, you had not anticipated the man to be so big but you supposed that it was a perfect reflection of the rest of his body (and, perhaps, his ego.)

“a- ah.. tobirama-”, you moan out, your body clenching around his dick as he fully bottoms out inside of you, his hips press against your body while his hand pushes your leg up higher.

“he could never fuck you like i could.” tobirama groans out as he’s thrusting into you, his hips ramming against your body at a pace that has your back aching with the way it was being so roughly shoved up against the wall as he reached the deepest parts of your body.

a whine leaves your wet lips, “i- i-”, you could hardly get your words out as your thoughts were consumed by the way this man was fucking you.

one his hands moved down to press a finger against your clit roughly, causing your body to jerk in surprise. “say it.” he ordered, his eyes narrowing as his thrusts continued. “tell me how much better i fuck you than my older brother.”

your breath hitches in your throat, your cheeks flushing. you couldn’t possibly say something like that, even though you were having sex with another man— you couldn’t do that to hashirama.

“i said to say it.” he grips your legs harder as he gives a particular hard thrust causing you to see stars as his cock hits a particularly delicious spot. “unless you want me to stop?”

“i- i-“ you were certain you looked a mess, drooling as this man fucked you against the wall in the village, your legs wrapped around his waist like you were some common whore and not the wife of the hokage.

you couldn’t handle him stopping though, not when you were so close.

“you fuck- you fuck me better than hashirama!” you cry out, feeling his finger rubbing circles into your clit while he pounds your entrance. there was an unmistakable grin on his face as he did so.

it didn’t take long for your body to reach it’s climax, your hips jerking against his body as your squirted your juices all over his cock, your thighs and body quivering as you arched your back against the wall.

feeling your walls clenching around him has him losing his own control, his hips pulling out in time to spill his seed over your stomach and thighs instead of inside.

when he finally puts you down, your legs are shaking like a newborn calf and you’re rushing to use your jacket to wipe off of cum he’d splattered across your body. “you could’ve just came inside..” you remarked absentmindedly which causes tobirama to raise an eyebrow in surprise as he gets dressed himself.

“couldn’t risk you getting pregnant.” he replies as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you pause, your face flushing as you realized that he was definitely correct. fucking your husbands brother was one thing but getting pregnant by him, that was another thing entirely; a very, very bad thing despite how tempting it was.

tobirama sighs, shaking his head as he moved to help you finish cleaning off your slick thighs. “you should be getting back soon. my fool of an elder brother has probably worried himself sick.”

#naruto imagines #smut #tobirama x reader #my writing #tw.cheating #tw.public sex

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orchid3a · 2 years

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🍙 88) "Your sugar daddy/mama know you come to me for a good fuck? Be nice if they did, maybe they could pay me to be your toy." SANZU pls <3

ask game!!

DANGER - S. HARUCHIYO

✦ pairing ↷ Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x sugar baby!f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, fingering, edging, daddy kink, public sex, cheating (yn "cheats" her sugar daddy), pet names, a bit of degradation towards the end (sanzu's thoughts), poor beta-reading

✦ note ↷ sanzu screams 'fucking in the bathroom while mikey is doing business', obvs koko will then scold him so yep. here again to demostrate that both akashis love calling their s/o 'sweetcheeks'

reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

If someone told you two hours before, that you would find yourself bent over the bathroom sink, in a club owned by Bonten, and fucked by said number two, you would have laughed at them.

Sanzu Haruchiyo, Bonten’s number two and “Mad Dog”, as some call him, had caught your attention the moment he and his boss entered the room. You were seated next to your new sugar daddy, an old man who couldn’t satisfy your lust, but at least he had money. When you saw him, your eyes shifted to his cyan hues, such bright and dangerous eyes attracted you like a moth to a flame.

His entire aura screamed danger, but you have always been the careless girl, the rule-breaker and the girl seeking for adrenaline.

A few sweet promises murmured in your sugar daddy’s ear, whose name was now a blurry whisper in the back of your mind, and you left him and went to the bathroom. Before leaving the room, you bat your eye-lashes to the pink-haired man, making sure he would understand the message.

When you heard a few minutes later, the bathroom’s door closing and a presence behind, you knew you succeeded.

“Ya know, pretty girl, that playing with fire is dangerous, right?” He asks smirking, you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck, bending him closer to your height.

“I’m a bad girl, so what will you do, pinkie?” You tease him, your hands going down, playfully tugging his belt.

“Pinkie? Want to see what this ‘pinkie’ can do?” He chuckles before pulling you in a heated kiss. You close your eyes, letting him have control over you, and your fingers tug his pink strands.

Haruchiyo places you on top of the sink, his fingers find their way under your skirt, quickly pushing aside your panties. You moan loudly when you feel two fingers, knuckles deep inside you, trying to not lose your balance, you grip onto his shirt, nails digging in his arm. Moans and swearing leave your mouth, as his fingers scissor and curl, touching your deepest parts.

You feel overwhelmed, in all those months your sugar daddy never once touched you like this! He wasn’t capable of making you lose your control, and he couldn’t make you sing like Haruchiyo does.

You could feel it, your so wanted orgasm was near, but before you can notice, he already removed his fingers.

Your eyes water at your ruined orgasm, so you try to persuade him using your puppy eyes, but his grin shows he will not succumb.

He tilts your chin to pull you in another kiss, biting and nibbling your soft lips, and you moan again.

“Your sugar daddy know you come to me for a good fuck? Be nice if he did, maybe he could pay me to be your toy.”

“I would prefer changing sugar daddy… He bored me to death. And now I found a new good daddy who will spoil me.”

His eyes shine with lust “Turn around, sweetcheeks, I’m gonna spoil ya, for good.”

Thighs trembling in excitement, you turn around, bending over the sink and spreading your legs for him.

You feel his chest on your back, as his hands swiftly remove your skirt, and something hard is poking against your entrance.

“Gonna fill you up so good, that you will only babble my name, clear?” He whispers in your ear, and you can only whimper.

“P-Please daddy, make me yours!”

Haruchiyo smirks as he enters in you, his cock stretching your walls and filling you up, your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He can’t wait to ruin you and turn you into his personal little cocksleeve~

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whoreshijima · 2 years

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What are prince Toshi's kinks???

Ooooooo!!!

Corruption for sure— taking the sweet little princesses virginity and ruining all other men for you and making you miss his cock everytime you touch yourself

CNC and predator play— loves chasing you through the castle walls and gardens, basically hunting you until he’s forcing your dress up your hips and fucking you under the large oak tree where anyone could see

Public/voyeurism— his staff and knights often hear your moans and desperate cries for more and to go harder and prince Toshi loves knowing that they can all hear it

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #✨.prince toshi #tw.cnc #tw.predator play #tw.public sex #tw. voyeurism

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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HOMEWRECKER

Character/s: Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, sexual themes, mature language, heavy cheating/infidelity, unprotected sex, breeding kink (mikey's part), exhibitionism (ran's part), public sex (haruchiyo’s part), just bonten (not including mochi and takeomi) being homewreckers, and hints of angst. Minors do not interact.

S. MANJIRO

SLY AND SECRETIVE. Manjiro Sano was a force to reckon with. A man of few words, but when he wanted something—he will have it. Which why you ended up here, sitting on his lap, bored out of your mind but the promise of him fucking you after the meeting was enough to make you stay. Your husband blissfully unaware his wife has been snatched up by a dangerous criminal. Poor man, whom you’ve been married to for merely three years, was far too deep in his office work to know you’ve been warming up someone else's bed. Thinking your best friend was keeping you from the house to fight your boredom while you were in Manjiro’s bed, screaming and creaming around his cock.

Being Bonten’s leader, he never left a single trace behind after pounding your tight pussy at every single spot in the house your husband bought. Not even the fertile cum he kept stuffing your warm walls with, making sure you either swallowed or a single drop wasn’t wasted. Those onyx irises glinting up at your window, waiting outside in silence every morning for your husband to leave. And even when he was heading out, finished with his daily goal of cumming hard inside you, sometimes those empty eyes would shine a little whenever he crossed paths with your husband on his way home to his unfaithful wife who might be pregnant with Manjiro’s child.

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ mind, baby. He’ll never find out about us. And if he does... how unfortunate.”

S. HARUCHIYO

UNBOTHERED AND PROUD. If there was anything Haruchiyo desires to witness, it would be the look on your husband’s face upon knowing you were no longer the innocent little wife he married. Of course, he wasn't the only one to be blamed for this blasphemous relationship. You wanted it in the first place, whining how your stupid husband couldn't fulfill your needs. And really, why do you still insist on staying with the man when you could have Haruchiyo, right? But of course, Haruchiyo loves the thrill of getting caught. Taking every chance he could get to fuck you outdoors where anyone could see, sneaking into your house and railing you against the wall while your husband was in the shower. The latest endeavor being you bent over your husband’s car in the underground parking lot while he was out getting groceries.

Yes, Haruchiyo Sanzu was violent in his ways of torture, but he still had a heart. He didn’t like to hear you sobbing about how you wanted to end the marriage, and hoping to marry Haruchiyo someday. So, Haruchiyo did what he does best—being loud as he fucked you in the living room couch, waiting for your husband to get home and bare witness to your pussy folds splitting apart for another man’s cock.

“This slut of a pussy is mine. And if it isn’t, no one else can have it. Am I right, babe?”

KAKUCHO

IN DENIAL BUT WILLING. Kakucho first refused to believe he was the other man. He didn't mean to ruin your marriage and the trust your husband had for you, but really... Could Kakucho even stay away after he had a taste of nirvana? It wasn't his fault, he tried to convince himself. He never wanted to kiss you, but your lips were too tempting for him to resist. And you, surprised and dazed at the action, returned the favor. Kakucho was instantly hooked.

At this point, he didn't care whether he was the other man, keen on having you all to himself, whatever it took. Bribing the right people to keep your husband busy, too busy to go home and check up on his wife who was bouncing on Kakucho’s thick cock. Begging for his cum to fill your womb. Bonten’s number three was reduced to a whimper, gripping your hips while he thrusted up to meet you halfway.

“Marry me—s-shit, marry me, baby. I’ll keep you satisfied. All you have to do is ask. Just leave the bastard and be mine.”

H. RAN

SHAMELESS AND COCKY. Ran Haitani entered your life like a hurricane out to ruin everything except your heart, which he held like it was glass. A deadly and addicting drug was his love, out to poison your husband's image. Retina burning images of loving lavender irises and smooth words over your husband’s tired expressions and weak smiles. He knew Ran was seeing you, his superior was quite a charmer. If anything, your husband suspected Ran to be wooing you ever since the day you attended the annual party Bonten held where you met the enigmatic executive.

Unsigned divorce papers sat inside the drawer of your husband’s desk. No matter how much he wanted to, he knew Ran Haitani would shoot him in the head if he ever made you cry. Why wouldn’t he just ask you to leave your husband? Why was Ran Haitani so shameless whenever he exited your shared home, knowing your husband was in his car, watching the scene of you kissing the other man goodnight when he just got back from work? How could Ran Haitani be so cocky, arm around your waist whenever he introduced you to one of Bonten’s clients as if your husband wasn’t in the same room, just a few feet away? Why couldn’t Ran Haitani shut the door when he was fucking you in the same bed where your husband sleeps in, fighting back the urge to just shoot his superior who was grinning at your husband standing by the door, silently watching you take Ran’s cock, sobbing his name.

“Your wife is such a good cocksleeve, isn’t she? You’ll be alright if she marries me if you somehow die, right?”

H. RINDOU

DEVIOUS AND UNREMORSEFUL. Rindou Haitani, like his brother, never really pay much attention to consequences. He didn't care about the lives he trampled on or snuffed out. He was selfish indeed, especially when it comes to you. Who was your husband to keep you away from him? Rindou would be damned and be called a coward if he gave a fuck about what your husband said, telling him to stay away or he'll call the cops. Empty threats, they all were. Rindou could do so much more and without remorse. Your husband was a wimp, and you, his pretty angel, deserved better. Him.

Your marriage to the bastard was only good on paper. He never gave you the time nor mind anyway. Rindou, no matter how dark his background was, treated you better than any man could. Kiss you until you were drunk on his lips. Warm the side of your bed because your husband was out on another drinking session with co-workers. Fuck you better than your husband could ever do. You knew Rindou was the better man, regretting that you tied the knot too early.

“He'll never be able to have you cumming like this, doll. Never. Only me. Say it’s only me.”

K. HAJIME

TWO-FACED AND CUNNING. Hajime Kokonoi hates losing. He hated losing more than wasted money. The grim line his lips took upon knowing you were married was almost too hard to ignore, fearing it could be permanent. Because how could he not have you? He should've been the first man—the man whom you should call husband. Not his idiot of a secretary! What did you see in such a man that you did not see in him? But opportunity always comes knocking on his door. So when he found you crying outside his office, having been shooed away by your husband to focus more on work, Hajime Kokonoi was to the rescue.

Spending time together—often eating lunch and talking lead to one thing and another. Soon, you were moaning underneath him, soiling the expensive leather seats of his car as Koko pistoned his hips, almost bruising yours with how powerful his thrusts were. Aiming to carve the shape of his cock inside you, and have you forget the neglectful husband you married, oblivious to his boss fucking you and ruining the marriage behind his back. Too trusting of the smile Koko flashes him whenever he innocently asked about your welfare.

“You should invite your beautiful wife next time to join the party. I’m sure she’ll enjoy all the entertainment I have planned. Wouldn't you agree?”

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bokutoslittlebird · 2 years

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Request: stepdaddy ukai fucking his little girl in the store, pretty please 😔

Warnings: incest/stepcest, public-ish sex, groping, pervert!Ukai, exhibitionism kink, daddy kink, bit of foreplay, squirting, mentions of a mom [not present], infidelity

Ukai + Stepcest

The store was never busy at this time of night, with only an hour before closing. Most of the time he even closed up shop around this time since the lack of customers only made him wish the time went by faster so he could sleep. Lighting another cigarette, Ukai blows some smoke as he leans back a bit, stretching a bit. The chair was decently comfortable unless you sat on it for too long, making his legs ache to move.

Despite the lack of customers, the store wasn’t quiet. You were also there, stocking shelves as a way to help him out. Occasional movement of boxes and your little grunts as you had to reach up high or get off the floor let him know where you were. Coming from behind the shelves, you waved at him before heading into the back, getting another cart of items to shelve. At least you weren’t bored out of your mind.

A thought came to him in that moment. Putting out the cigarette, he slides the stool back as he gets up, stretching his legs a bit as he does. His steps are quiet as they head in your direction, leading him in a corner of the store where you’re putting out water bottles and juices, humming a tune. Completely lost in your own world, completely vulnerable as he watches your skirt swish as you reach up and then as you bend down, picking up more bottles. A small glance is all it takes, looking to see you’re wearing the lacy panties he gave you recently, the ones that gave him easy access.

You jump when you feel a hand on your ass, whirling around to see Ukai standing behind you. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I could’ve whacked you with a power drink,” you giggle, but really pay no mind. Nobody is in here, after all, so there’s only one person who would be in here. “Did you need something, daddy?”

“I’m bored and you’re not. It’s no fair,” is all he says, letting you smell the recent cigarette on his breath. There aren’t many things you dislike of Ukai, but his chain smoking worried you. “I thought you could help fix that,”

“Your boredom? You could stock—”

“No need to act all innocent. Wearing that particular pair..” his voice trails off, but you only grin as his fingers trail under your skirt, over the lace. “Like you expected something,”

“Thought I was gonna have to bend in front of the register if you didn’t go chasing for me. It’s never busy, so I thought I’d be safe,” you sway a bit, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Are you surprised? Upset?”

“Upset? Never,” he kisses your forehead, then he continues peppering kisses down your face, fingers inching closer to your inner thigh. “Surprised, however,” he pauses his kisses briefly, then glances around. There’s an empty space on the wall next to the drink shelves, but it’s also in view of the windows. Logically, nobody would even come by at this time of night, but there’s always a chance. Then again, you would only be able to see if you were coming from the school direction, which was unlikely to happen. You don’t seem bothered, obviously, if anyone were to see, so he decides to take his chances.

Pushing you against the wall, he makes sure to split your legs so he can have unrestricted access to the sweet flower between them. You make it easy for him, wrapping one leg around his waist that gives him more room to explore. He knows your body as if he’s read it a thousand times, easily finding your clit and rubbing the area as your grip on his shoulders tighten. He’ll make you weak before he finally gives you pleasure, suddenly thankful for the gift he gave you, noting it was worth every expense.

All it took was a few rubs to your clit to have you practically soaked, your juices coating his hand as you struggle to stand up, balancing on the ball of your foot as your back arches. Noticing you slipping, he managed to hike both legs around his waist, with your hands keeping you secure on his shoulders. With you ready to go and him ready to pop, he manages to slide down his jeans, no unzipping right now, enough to let his cock breathe. It’s hard enough that it rubs against you, lightly bouncing on the mound that covers your clit.

There’s no time to waste, really, as he pushes into you. With the lights on and you two obviously doing something against the wall, it doesn’t take a genius to let the gears move and out everything into place. But the thought of someone walking in? Walking by? Or even the thought of your mother walking in only to see you completely writhing in pleasure on her new husband’s cock? It makes him feral. It makes him want to push you against the windows and fuck you stupid. Even now, he’s barely done anything to you and you’re already moaning and squirming, pressing a hand to your mouth to bite on as if it could hold back your moans.

He doesn’t want that, of course, moving your hand away as he presses his lips to your jaw and cheek, keeping your wrist in his grasp as his other hand holds onto your thigh. Even though he has you, he wants more than he could possibly ever receive. Pressing you against a wall and defiling you for the second time that day is thrilling but it only makes him greedier, moving his lips down your neck to mark your skin. If anyone asks, you’ll tell a lie about your ‘always busy’ boyfriend, but he’ll always know the truth.

Anyone passing by could tell you two had a complex relationship, but this was much more than he hoped for. Completely splitting you in two and rubbing his cock against your sensitive walls, he managed to bring you to the edge of your orgasm, having you hurling into one as you shake and your eyes roll. Had you been naked beneath him, he’d see your whole body coated in sweat and your muscles tightening.

Your orgasm just keeps you sensitive, making it so easy for him to completely devour you as he chases his own high, getting you off again when his pace doesn’t falter nor slow as you ride it out. When your hand leaves his shoulder, he lets your other hand go to hold onto you better, practically slamming you down on his hips as juices splash between you two. Your nails go behind your head to dig into the wall, scratching for something that isn’t there while your back arches from the stimulation.

All it takes is a few more strokes and your moans manage to form a sentence of his name. “Daddy, I’m— it’s-!” You can’t even manage to finish as you twitch and gasp, completely soaking the bottom of his shirt as you gush. Knowing he’s gotten you completely fucked out, or almost, makes him also tip over the edge, a groan as he fills you up and you mewl, gasping as shallowly ruts against you, making sure you got every drop.

In the post-bliss, an alarm comes from his phone signaling it’s store closing time. With a heavy sigh, he slips out of you as his cum follows, dripping onto the floor in a puddle. Your legs are too weak to stand, you sliding down the wall to sit in the puddle, more oozing out of you. He’ll have to move you somewhere else to continue, since his cock is still hard as he puts it back in his pants. Flipping the sign over and locking the door is all he has to do, first.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #Mr. Keishin #haikyuu smut #tw.incest #tw.public sex #tw.exhibitionism #tw.daddy kink #tw.infidelity

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hornime · 3 years

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Omg for your even Dabi w a mommy kink and public sex???? I WOULD ABSOLUTE SELL MY SOUL. ❤

Your brain is huge. ;3; I hope you're having a nice day!!

PALM OF YOUR HAND | DABI X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, sub!dabi, f!reader, mommy kink, public sex, degradation, handjob, exhibitionism(ish), begging

a/n: thank you thank you!!! i really hope you like this <3

dabi doesn't know how this arrangement began. he doesn't know how a powerless civilian like you somehow wrapped him around your quirkless finger and eating out of the palm of your hand. but on nights like these, when he's desperate to get off and finds that he can't do so without you, he really can't bring himself to care.

his back is pressed against your chest, hands bracing himself against the brick wall that you're pushing him into.

he called you, directing you into some downtown alley with his voice laced in neediness and desire.

"please touch me," he'd begged, pleas echoing through your phone speaker. "i need it so bad, mommy, please."

and so, here you were, doing just that: touching him.

your arm snakes across his waist, yanking him closer so that your tits are squished just under his shoulderblades. your fingers dip below his shirt to push the waistband below his balls. he shudders as you wrap them around his cock, hot and heavy.

"you're pathetic," you whisper into his ear. "i can't believe you asked me to come here this late at night just because you couldn't cum. don't you have any shame?"

he whines at your words. he doesn't have any shame, not since you ruined sex with anyone else for him. he needs you, only you, and you both know it.

"sorry, mommy," he blubbers, the first tears beginning to pool at his lashline. "i'm sorry, i just had to. i can't cum without you, mommy. i need you to cum."

"i know, i know." you leisurely stroke your hand along his shaft, the pre-cum leaking from his tip slicking up your palm. "it's not your fault you're such a slut. you just can't help it, can you?"

the sound of chattering fades into earshot as a group of people walks past the alley you're tucked into. the orange glow of the nearby streetlight illuminates just enough so that of they looked in your direction, they'd be able to see dabi hunched over with a hand on his cock. the thought sends a thrill of electricity through your veins.

dabis head rolls back onto your shoulder as your other hand trails up his chest to squeeze his neck.

"ah, mommy," he gasps. "that feels so good, ah, please don't stop."

the hand on his cock moves faster and faster as he bucks his hips up into your grip, desperate for his orgasm. you suddenly halt your movements and he whimpers, carelessly fucking into your fist to chase the stimulation that's quickly slipping away.

"you filthy whore," you say through gritted teeth. "can't you tell that there's people right there? if you're not quiet, they'll hear you. they'll hear dabi, the big, bad villain, begging to cum like a bitch in heat."

the thought of being caught seems to send him into more of a frenzy, choked whines pouring from his lips as he thrusts more fervently into your hand. despite you closing off his windpipe in an effort to keep him quiet, he just can't seem to stay silent.

"god, mommy, yes," he rasps. "i want 'em, want 'em all to see how good you make me feel."

"really?" your hand starts picking up the pace again, languidly stroking from base to tip and back again. "you don't care at all if someone sees you like this?"

"god, no," he wails, chest rising and falling as he pants. "don't care, mommy, i mean it. i jus' wanna cum, don't care about anything else, just wanna cum, just want you to make me cum, please!"

"what a filthy fuckin' slut," you snicker. "you're disgusting."

he moans loud, and you're barely able to cut off the sound by digging you fingers into the tender flesh of his neck.

"mommy, 'm close—"

"—shut the fuck up," you hiss. "you're being so fucking loud."

you shoot a glance over to the street, a devilish smile curling your lips. "fuck, i think they saw—"

dabi howls as he suddenly cums all over your hand, blue flames bursting from his palms and charring the brick they're resting against. the white liquid glides down your knuckles and his thighs, the small sounds of it dripping onto the ground joining the chorus of his shaky inhales of oxygen.

you thread your fingers through his hair and pull his head so that his face is right before your cum-covered hand.

"lick."

he easily complies with the order, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap up at his release. his lips close around each of your fingers, and he hums, a dazed look in his eyes, as he cleans you up.

"didn't know you could cum so quickly just from thinking someone saw you," you quip. "man, you're fucked up."

"shut up," he growls, typical attitude starting to leak back into his body. "by the way, this is the last time this is happening."

you cackle. "didn't you say that two days ago?"

"i—"

"don't bother, dabi. we both know you'll be begging for more in a few days, tops."

you begin to walk away, leaving him alone in the alley. you tilt you head to look at him over your shoulder.

"and just remember that mommy's always a call away."

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nkogneatho · 10 months

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Ohohoho a dangerous game you set into motion, Pasi!!

—I got [Fitting room] and the character I would like is [Geto]. nsfw please, I’m horneeeee. ✌🏻🥺

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fitting room + Geto .ೃ࿐

One thing about Suguru, he is always gonna drag himself to go shopping with you no matter how exhausted he is. He not only likes spending more quality time with you, but he loves to choose things for you.

Now here's where it gets a little annoying. This motherfucker will choose the sluttiest clothes to exist and forces you try it on. But he hides them under cute penguin tees and pastel hoodies so you enter the fitting room with nothing to worry about. After trying on everything else, you notice one hanger falling from the pile of sweats. You pick it up to witness it is the shortest effin skirt. Is that even a skirt? It looks like a big belt.

"Suguru, what the fuck?" your voice is a little distorted due to the wooden door in between.

"Oh so you found it huh? Put it on f'me, babe."

"There's no way I am wearing th—" He knew you would need a little convincing so you were interrupted by your blatantly walking in the trial room as if it was normal.

He didn't even lock the door because when he swooned you around, your back stuck to the door, keeping it close.

Geto's fingers unbuttoned your baggy jeans. While his hands were busy, his teeth sinked in the soft pink fabric and he dragged it away from your hands.

"If you're not gunna wear it yourself, I'll gladly do the honors." His knees hit the ground and he gently helped your feet inside the entrance of the skirt. When it finally crawled up, you felt ashamed. He could see everything. He could see how wet you got. The short fabric felt more like a napkin than a piece to be worn. But he wasn't going to give up so soon.

"There ain't a lot of people in this shop. The security's poor too. Say we take advantage of it, baby?" His thick fingers drew patterns on your panties, sending shivers in your body.

"'m gunna sit back here. ride me in this slutty skirt, mkay?"

That evening, you either blessed the ears of people in the next fitting room, or traumatized them for life

#geto smut #geto x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto drabbles #jjk x reader #💭—ask games #soulmoots.°•♡#biscuit♡#tw.public sex

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nanami-luvr · 3 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

pairing: sugar daddy!gojo x f!reader

warnings: anal, use of sex toy (anal plug), spanking (once), no prep, manhandling, car sex, squirting, gojo is a sweetheat towards the end :)

sypnosis: acting up always has it's negative outcomes, and daddy makes sure it's his duty to remind you to behave.

༄ ‧₊˚ KINKTOBER M.LIST

There’s always going to be consequences to your actions. That’s what daddy says. He tells you to follow the rules because good girls always get what they want. Up until now, you’ve only ever listened to him. You had never once gone against him or spoken back, something Satoru deeply appreciates.

Yet lately, you don’t see the point in listening to anything he has to say. Why should you? He hasn’t been giving you much of his attention, and even if he did, it was only when you were giving him attitude. Other than that, he hasn’t had the time to bring you for a shopping spree or take you to a fancy dinner.

That’s how you ended up in this situation and position, bent over Satoru’s lap in the backseat of his luxury car with your handful of shopping bags strewn all over the passenger seat. You know it’s not your fault for acting out. If it weren’t for the fact that he had been ignoring you for the past few weeks, you wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum.

The coldness of the atmosphere between you and him pricks your skin. You feel on edge, and your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest. Your skirt is dangling on your ankles with your ass on display, all for your daddy to see.

“This little thing right here,” Satoru pulls on the thin piece of white lace between your buttocks before harshly releasing it, causing it to slap against your skin, “I’m the one who bought this for you.”

You whimper from the sting, clenching your fist to endure the pain. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. All you wanted from today was to be able to spend time with him and spend his money. Yet throughout your entire shopping spree, he was acting cold and distant towards you, something you didn’t appreciate.

Satoru rips off your thong, revealing the base of a pretty white plug, which was plugged snugly inside you. His slender fingers reach out to pull it out of you, but was met with difficulty from how hard you were clamping down on it. It felt too good for you to let go, especially with the way he playfully thrusted it back in after slightly removing from inside you.

“Fuck. Spread your ass for me.” You reluctantly reach out behind you, cheeks heating up from how embarrassed you feel. The stretch of the tight muscle while he’s pulling out causes you to wince, especially since you’ve had it in you for almost an entire day. You hear him click his tongue, a sign that he’s displeased with you.

“Daddy… I’m sorry! Just- please! I promise I won’t do it anymore!” Satoru doesn’t say anything. Instead, you feel his strong hands tug you upwards, forcing you to lean on the back of the driver’s seat with your ass sticking out towards him.

You’ve never heard him this quiet. The only time you ever did was during a meeting with his shareholders, and one of them had commented on how you would have looked better in his arms, and not your daddy’s. Ever since then, you’ve never seen the man step foot into the office.

“You’re gonna take daddy’s cock like a good girl, okay? Don’t wanna act up again now, do you?” Heavy pants fill the car while you wait impatiently for him to undo his zipper and pull his pants down. Fingernails dig into the expensive leather as anxiousness creeps in on you, wondering if you’ve truly made him mad this time. His slender fingers run up your thighs and onto your ass, kneading it as his free hand strokes his cock. He wants it just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

Yet somehow, he has to remind you that you can’t get away with anything.

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of a slap, immediately feeling a sudden stinging sensation on your ass seconds after. Before you’re even able to process what has happened, he forces your hips down onto his cock without warning, making your body jolt in pain.

You’re muttering it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! and in the blink of an eye, Satoru has your back to his chest as he rubs your puffy clit. He stays still for a while, the only movement being his lithe fingers circling your clit while whispering that it’s okay and daddy’s got you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes at the sudden stretch of your taut muscle, body shaking because of the overwhelming pain and pleasure you’re feeling.

“Don’t worry angel face. It’s gonna get better soon, yeah?” You’re babbling incomprehensible words at this point, the feeling of your daddy’s cock fills you up in the best way possible while his nimble fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves bring you closer and closer to your high. Satoru begins to bounce you up and down his cock slowly as he waits for you to adjust, admiring how beautiful you look on top of him, all fucked out with tears staining your cheeks.

“Promise me you’re not gonna misbehave anymore. You know what will happen if you do, isn’t that right?” His words are breathy as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It’s overwhelming and it’s too much for you to hold in, but the thought of disappointing him again snaps you out of your blur.

“Go ahead baby. Let it all go. Want my princess to feel good too.” It’s the last thing you hear before you’re crying out for him as your cum sprays all over the back of his seat. Your body falls limp afterwards, head resting against his shoulder, hardly listening as he moans your name and shoots his load inside your hole.

The both of you sit in silence, heavy breaths echoing in the car. You feel guilty for pushing it this far, and yet you can’t help but feel satisfied with what occurred a few minutes ago. A smile spreads on your face when you notice how Satoru has been keeping his eyes on you, not even bothering to look away when a blush creeps on his face.

“I’m sor-” He presses a gentle kiss onto your lips, cutting you off before you’re able to continue your sentence. It’s warm and loving, making you remember you fell for him in the first place.

“Just promise me you won’t do it ever again.” Satoru pulls away from you with hopeful eyes, immediately lighting up with gleam as you return his kiss.

Perhaps reaping what you sow isn’t so bad after all.

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#— 💌.kinktober2021 #tw.anal #tw.public sex #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader

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cythena · 2 years

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best of all best friends

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x fem!reader

prompt: he wants a girlfriend but he already has a best friend just like one

cw/tw: dubcon, yandere, slight manipulative!kazuha, slight dumbification, public sex, fingering, something for vday, maybe part two tomorrow

a grin laid across your lips as you watched kazuha play volleyball with tomo, gorou, and itto. yoimiya, and ayaka left to buy everyone ice cream. kokomi sat in the water. ayato napped on the chair beside you.

you sat up to follow kazuha’s movements better. he paused to wipe sweat off his forehead when itto ran off the grab the ball. he managed to catch your eyes staring at him. he smirked before patting tomo on the back.

kazuha made his way over to you. the taller boy quirked his eyebrow before letting out a loud groan. he looked towards thoma who was organizing ayato’s beach bag.

“join my team thoma! kazuha’s leaving me for his girlfriend!”

“oh! okay just give me a moment!” thoma replied.

you reached to grab kazuha’s drink which was sitting next to yours on the table next to you. he sat on the edge of your seat. he took his drink from your hand, thanking you right away and smiling. he took a sip.

his eyes drifted down to your bikini. he liked the way the dark red fabric still allowed some of your beautiful breasts to spill out. it was a miracle to get you to wear this one instead of the horrifying one piece you choose before. he picked this one out for you. his reason behind it was that you two would match.

even now while you’re wearing it, he could feel your uncertainty and lack of confidence. you even refused to take off your shorts and allow him to see the stringy bottom that he liked so much. but maybe it was for the best, he didn’t want to share with the other guys.

“y/n, i forgot something in the car. come with me?”

“yeah,” you answered, now getting up. he wrapped his hand around yours. you picked up your own drink to bring along with you.

you wondered if people really thought you and kazuha were a couple. maybe it looked like that on the outside. everyone knew you two weren’t dating. tomo’s just an ass who knew about kazuha’s crush. yoimiya and itto were the same towards you. kazuha treated you like you were dating but never brought it up to you. so maybe he considered you two just friends.

you reached kazuha’s car. he drove you to the beach today. the only others who drove were ayato, thoma, and kokomi. kazuha always insisted that you two ride together.

you waited for kazuha to open the door and grab whether he left. you looked around. your attention was snatched by a force pushing you against the door of the car. kazuha’s head rested in the crook of your neck. “you look absolutely perfect in this outfit i picked for you,” he panted.

he dragged his hands up your side, stopping to cup your tits. he moved one down to toy with your shorts. “how about we take these off? right now.”

you gasped. he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. he moved his head from your neck to touch foreheads. his usual sparkling red eyes were blurred in a cloud of lust. while still playing with your bikini top, he unbuttoned your shorts. finally, he could see the rest of you.

the shorts dropped onto the concrete. the only things covering up your hips were two flimsy strings connecting the front of the back.

kazuha pushed himself further against you. his bulge rubbed against your clit through both your swimsuits. he kissed his way up to your lips. there was a long pause before he finally tilted your chin up for a deep kiss.

"kazuha," you whimpered. "we can't do this out here!"

he huffed. "we're fine."

you threaded your fingers through his hair. he reached around to the ties of your top. you grabbed his forearms. "kazuha...not now."

he's never gone this far with you. he's given you a kiss before but he’s never touched you like this. honestly, it scared you. you didn’t want your first time with him to go like this, rushed and in the corner of a parking lot.

“y/n," he bit your neck softly. "let me..." he trailed his fingers into your bottoms. he dabbed his fingertips in your slick. it was a little less than what he wanted, but he wouldn't complain too much. it would be an easy fix.

he plunged two fingers between your folds making you yelp and lunge forwards but your body was blocked by his frame. he pushed you further against the car door. you squeezed your thighs around his hand. you let your head fall into his neck now. your legs slowly began to lose strength.

"almost there," he chuckled, "see how good you're fee-"

"kazuha! y/n!"

kazuha cursed at yoimiya's voice from across the parking lot. you gasped. kazuha sped up his fingers, trying to pull your orgasm from you instead of drawing it out gradually. yoimiya was approaching fast. he wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied. what kind of best friend would he be?

he felt your cunt tighten around his digits. he let out a breathy moan. "come on, you can do it. right baby? hurry before yoimiya gets here."

with a choked whine, you came around his fingers. the bottom of your bikini was soaked in your own liquids. kazuha removed his fingers and shoved them into your mouth for a quick clean up. as soon as he began to wipe them on his shorts yoimiya poked her head from behind the car next to you.

"there you guys are! what'd ya come back here for?" she asked.

"y/n wanted her sunglasses, but i guess she left them at my house," he answered for you. you nodded along with his lie. you shifted your thighs hoping she wouldn't get a peek of the dark spot.

she did notice your lack of shorts. "nice! you'll come in the water with us now!" she exclaimed. you nodded again. she glanced at kazuha's hint of a smirk. "come on you two! your ice cream is gonna melt before we get there!"

she turned around and began walking back to your spot on the beach. kazuha tossed your shorts into the backseat as he muttered something about you not needing them anymore. he grabbed your hand before you followed behind your friend.

#♡ ⌢ ₊　cy. writes #♡ ⌢ ₊　cy. recs #anime #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha #tw.dubcon #tw.dumbification #tw.public sex #tw.smut #tw.manipulation

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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—12:05 am

Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)

summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.

warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday

words: 5.5k

a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two

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Leg bouncing underneath the table, you glanced at the clock in the other end of the bar and sighed when you saw it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.

He’s been at it for 5 minutes. It all started with his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing the smooth skin and him making a side comment about how short your skirt was but obviously, he really didn’t mind it, it was convenient for him.

Your body jolted when he sped up his massages on your clit, your lip between your teeth as you held back a moan. You kept trying to swat his hand away but Issei was adamant about playing with you while he hung out with his friends.

Issei moved the fabric to the side, the cold air blowing against your now exposed folds but the coolness quickly disappeared when his warm fingers slotted themselves between them, collecting your embarrassingly quick arousal and spreading it all over your pussy.

You shifted in your seat, thighs shutting close but Issei threw down at you a look of disapproval that sent a shiver down your spine and you, obediently inched your thighs apart while his sharp gaze softened and a small smile formed on his face, the lighting hitting his features in all the right places.

“As I said, this woman, right, made me forget who on earth Shakira was,” Oikawa concluded, a wistful smile on his face at the memory and drink in hand. “Her hips did not lie.”

“If she was so great what was her name?” Iwaizumi threw a curveball at him, directly striking Oikawa whose nose scrunched up as he tried to remember her name. Hanamaki chuckled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and lazily rolling the liquid in his glass around, the banter between Oikawa and Iwa never ceasing even after all these years.

“Issei,” you softly whimpered, your fingers clutching the lapel of his coat.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Hanamaki suddenly asked, all their eyes on you now.

Mattsun grinned at your wide-eyed expression, like a deer caught in headlights. Your pink cheeks could be easily taken as an effect from the half-empty glass on the table.

“Oh...I’m just a little—ah—,” your breath caught in your throat, Issei’s thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.

Makki’s brows raised, warmth rising up to his cheeks at how that little exclamation sounded far from innocent. Was it just him who heard that? Or...

“She’s probably had too much to drink,” Issei played it off like nothing. Like he wasn’t pumping your tight plush walls with his scissoring fingers. “You could never hold your liquor.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

You only nodded, burying your face into Issei’s arm, praying that they don’t catch on to your boyfriend’s antics.

“Gosh, you two make me so jealous,” Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. “You guys are just literally everything I want in a relationship. The last girl I went out with kept bringing up how I should get a stable job. We didn’t last more than three months. But the sex was great.”

“Was the last part really necessary?” Iwaizumi raised a questioning brow, on his second round of beer while Makki gave him a deadpan look.

“Y/N is a bit of a pillow princess really,” Issei spoke so casually.

“We can tell,” the three of them said in unison making Issei laugh heartily and you blush even more. You would usually try to defend yourself but you couldn’t think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.

“Always needs me to do everything for her, don’t I, baby?” He cooed but it was far from reassuring.

You tried to throw him a glare but it immediately melted into the expression he knew so well, pinched brows and your lips parted, tongue almost poking out of them, and your sweet eyes having that pleasing look to them.

“Issei’s being mean,” you muttered, hiding your face behind his shoulder.

“Am I?” He pulled out abruptly only to give a harsh slap to your pussy, making your hips writhe. The chatter from around and the bass of the music that pumped through the bar easily hid the sound of his smack that almost made you cum.

You were definitely going to get spanked when you got home if you say anything further, he might even make you count each slap and make you start again if you missed one.

“But she’s a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,” Issei added his eyes on his friend’s expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. “Plus, she gives immaculate head.” He praised proudly, fingers resuming to soothingly rub your aching nub.

Makki groaned in frustration, head falling onto the table as he threw a little fit. Whilst Oikawa gazed at you in a way he did back in the day, the way where he wanted to have a bite of you too but Issei had beat him to it. Iwaizumi on the other hand was red in the face and was looking away, drinking his beer in an attempt to make his silence less awkward.

“Well I can’t agree with you till I experience it,” Oikawa lightly joked but his tone was far too serious.

“Is that so?” Issei then turned to you, his lips against your ear, whispering but loud enough for only his friends to hear. “Hear that baby? Oikawa here wants you to suck him off. What do you say?”

“I’ll give you a good time, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa sang with a competitive smile.

“Choose wisely,” Issei lowered his voice, rolling your clit between his fingers.

“Just want Issei,” you let out, voice barely above a whisper as your hips began to hump against his hand, to stuff his digits deeper inside you but he had abruptly halted his ministrations.

“What did you say, my love? Could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t really hear you,” Issei teased, teasing your entrance by barely letting his fingertips inside.

“I only want Issei,” you said louder, glazing your eyes at Oikawa who had an all too knowing look on his expression and you felt your heart drop.

He’s caught on. He knew what Issei was doing.

“You sure, chibi-chan?”

“Oi drop it Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi intervened seeing the vulnerable expression on your face like you were on the brink of crying.

“Y/N,these two idiots are just teasing,” Makki reassured, reaching for your hand on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, offering you a comforting smile.

You wished he didn’t do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didn’t hurt, it was far from being painful, Issei’s cock was still a challenge even after being together for so long but you knew he loved that. He loved it when you whined and cried at how big he was, how he stretched your little cunt, and how you could feel him nudging against your womb.

“Are you okay?” Makki asked again, his concern making you feel guilty. “They’re just teasing. Just like back in the day. Don’t mind it.”

“She’s more than fine,” Oikawa butted in a sinister grin on his face. “It’s just the alcohol isn’t it, Y/N-chan?” He giggled. “I don’t understand why you always drink with us when you’re such a lightweight.”

“Trashykawa, I swear to god if you don’t shut your pie hole I’m going to—,” Iwa grumbled like a beast ready to pounce and Oikawa immediately stiffened, raising his arms in surrender.

“Iwa-chan!” He whined.

“You two I swear...” Makki sighed, his hand still holding yours and rubbing soothing circles on it.

“Cum all over my fingers,” Issei whispered in your ear seductively, grinning at how your legs were opened wide for him now compared to how it was a while ago when you were trying to close them to stop him. “Won’t punish you when we get home, I promise. I’ll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He said all this in the midst of Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s bickering and you nodded quickly, all coherent thoughts out the window and a pool of heat boiling in your core as you thought about later. You wanted exactly what he said. You wanted his fat cock to stuff your cunny full of his hot cum.

“Good girl,” Issei kissed the crown of your head with a proud satisfied smile. “Go ahead and cum.”

You never understood how your body always followed his commands. Everything about you just craved for him and it showed when your walls clamped around his fingers, and your legs attempted to snap close as you came.

Panting over his shoulder and shivering from your orgasm, so lost in the bliss of it, that you had completely forgotten that you were holding Hanamaki’s hand who winced at how tight you had gripped him.

Issei smirked at his best friend and the strawberry blond whose eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets because he knew that smug look all too well, choked on his drink. Makki’s knee brushed against your own and you flinched, sensitive to anything and everything that would come in contact with your body. Makki knew that you did that after se-- How did he know that? Oh well, that’s because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Issei’s place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, you’d wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.

Makki gulped. ‘Issei you sly dog,’ he telepathically sent to the dark brunette with a glare. But he wasn’t gonna lie, he wanted in.

“Issei, can we go home...” you mumbled, batting your lashes at him pleadingly.

“You shouldn’t have drunk too much, baby.” Issei lightly chided, tapping your nose lightly.

“Sorry...” you stared down on your lap, pulling your skirt down.

“It’s okay, man. You two can go home. She already seems out of it,” Iwaizumi spoke up, ignoring the tension at your shared table. “Can you drive?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, who’s gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.” Issei threw a look at Makki who still held your hand that you squeezed gently for comfort. Your boyfriend removed his coat and draped It over your shoulders as the two of you got up, Makki following suit and sandwiching you between them protectively.

“I’ll pay for gas this time,” Makki uttered, paying his share for the drinks while Issei paid yours and his tab.

“Awee, the fun was cut short,” Oikawa pouted. “That’s okay. We can all hang out again at Mattsun’s place soon.”

“Oh? Yeah sure,” Mattsun shrugged. He didn’t really mind and if he was in a good mood, maybe he’ll let you suck Oikawa off just to prove how much of a good girl you were for him. Besides, he’ll be off to Argentina soon.

“See you later guys,” Oikawa waved as the three of you stepped out of the bar and onto the parking lot, the cold mid-autumn air making you wish you had worn tights.

You went to open the passenger seat, wanting to curl up in its warmth but Issei stopped you.

“Sit in the back with Makki,” he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, not even allowing a millisecond for you to protest.

You did as he said and stumbled a little in your heels but Makki was there to catch you should you fall.

The car ride was almost silent were it not for the music on the radio softly humming. Head resting against the headrest, you rubbed your thighs together and shivered slightly at the dampness of your underwear that had become cold, a mess that Issei had created. You wondered if Issei would be gentle tonight...or be rough and mean, either way, you didn’t feel less loved.

“Honey,” Mattsun called out, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel, you were just about to drift off to sleep.

“Hm?” You made a sound, alerting him that you were still awake.

The lamplights that he drove past by flickered against your bodies and lit up spots in the car momentarily. Issei switched off the radio. He only ever called you honey when he was going to ask something of you or was in a particular mood that you could never predict but half of the time it lead to sex.

“You okay, dude?” Makki piped in, his fingertips that were tapping his thigh to the music still tapping a steady rhythm.

“Honey, could you do me favor?”

You softly rubbed your eye, Issei watching you through the rearview mirror, heart melting at how you almost appeared to be like a lost puppy but with the will and eager to please.

“Suck Makki’s dick.”

Your eyes widened and your lips quivered, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “W-what?”

“Go on, baby. Aren’t you going to be good till we get home? Don’t make me ask twice. Won’t give you what you want later if I do.”

Just like that, your dainty fingers were fumbling over the buckle of Makki’s belt, the strawberry blond frozen in his spot not quick enough to respond to what was happening.

“Y/N, you don’t have to!” He blurted out, heels digging into the car floor and trying to back away from you despite his cock hardening with the mere brush of your fingers.

“Don’t worry, dude, it’s fine.” Issei brushed off stopping at a red light. “She wants to. Don’t you Y/N?”

Tugging the hem of his trousers down, your dainty hand wrapped around his growing erection, swelling with every passing second. His head was thrown back as his breathing became ragged.

“Do you not want me, Hiro?” You asked him so innocently, fingers unmoving but still wrapped around his throbbing length, and you felt your walls clench around nothing.

“No. It’s not that—,” he stuttered when he felt your gentle warm breath on the head of his cock.

“Don’t be shy Makki. I know you thought about this countless of times.” Issei chuckled, shifting the gear. “Besides, you don’t want her to get punished do you?”

There was a small squeak from you when the word punished slipped from his lips and you leaned forward, Makki’s cock slipping past your lips and into your mouth.

“Ah fuck!” Makki hissed, his fingers tangling with your hair not sure whether if it was to stop you or urge you further down his length.

“She’s good isn’t she?” Mattsun hummed, feeling himself get hard at the sound of you eagerly giving Hanamaki head. He can imagine how your tongue must be swirling around him and how you hollowed your cute cheeks as you tried to take him further down your mouth till his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning at the feeling rather than squirming away when you had first started to learn to give head.

“Ah, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,” Makki uttered, hips jutting upwards into your throat and hissing when your it tightened around him when he did. Through heavy-lidded eyes he did a quick look over at you, getting turned on even more, to see your hand between your thighs, playing with your cunt as you bobbed your head up and obediently, his gaze lingering on the glistening slick between your inner thighs.

“Good girl.” Mattsun praised, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, excited to get home and have you begging beneath him like a bitch in heat to fuck you hard into the mattress till you were begging to be filled with his cum. His smile dropped when he saw your hand between your thighs and immediately one hand left the steering wheel to smack your behind, making you cry out around Makki’s cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He tutted, squeezing your rear and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain spreading through your skin.

You pulled away from Makki’s cock, knowing he’d get mad if you didn’t answer, allowing the strawberry blond to catch his breath and catch a glimpse of the string of your drool and his pre-cum, connecting from the tip of his cock and your lips.

“No...” you embarrassedly reply, your hand retracting from your aching and throbbing cunt.

“Then why did you do it?” Another resounding slap bounced off the car’s interior, your fingers clutching on the fabric of Makki’s pants, tears wetting your lashes and streaming down your cheeks.

“Oi, Mattsun--,”

“Because I need daddy.”

Makki’s eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. He’s heard you cry and moan it out through the walls but it was muffled, and right here right now was the real deal, and it was twisting his desire.

“You need your cunt stuffed so bad huh? Little slut.” His words sliced right through you but it only heightened your arousal.

“‘M’not a slut,” you sniffled, your hunger for Issei’s touch and your ache for release overwhelming you. Hanamaki wanted to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but he was a bit hesitant to intervene between you and Mattsun.

“I bet you wanted to have Oikawa too hm? Lied right in front of my face that you only wanted daddy but I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Greedy little slut.”

“I wasn’t lying,” you whimpered pathetically. “I only wanted Isse—daddy. I did as daddy said.” Your lower lip jutted out. “Daddy said he wouldn’t punish me.”

“I know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether I’m around or not,” Mattsun’s voice was stern and your heart was racing in your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell you what you could do to atone for your mistake. You didn’t want him to spank you.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, shifting your body on the backseat to face him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I don’t want to be punished.”

Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsun’s exchange that he was so so so close to just pinning you down the plush leather seats and fucking you raw. But Mattsun was in a particularly mean mood tonight. He was going to make his pillow princess earn it.

“You really want to cum so badly?” Mattsun asked, dark eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror the indirectness of it not making it less intense. “Don’t lie to me.”

Makki took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding it up and down, making you look away from him, trying to hide your face in the shadows.

“Come on Y/N, tell him the truth,” he broke his silence, a grin forming on Mattsun’s face as his best friend decided to join in the teasing. “Can I touch her Mattsun?”

“Be my guest. You better slap her ass if her fingers go anywhere near her cunt.”

“Roger that.” Makki reached down to your pussy, two digits tracing your slit that was absolutely slick. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N.”

“Like I said, a greedy. little. slut.” Mattsun repeated, each accentuated word making you flinch but your fear melted away when Makki began rubbing your clit. You leaned against him, breasts pressed against his arm and your knees digging into the seat. “Answer Issei’s question baby. I don’t think you want to make him madder than he is now.”

You immediately shook your head, teary eyes gazing up at him.

“I wanna cum,” you shamefully admitted, even humping against Makki’s fingers and whining at how good it felt to relieve your ache even with the slightest bit of contact.

“Wasn't so hard now was it?” Mattsun sighed, tugging at his pants and readjusting his cock that strained against the fabric, well more like bulged against it. He knew if you saw the imprint of his cock, you’d be drooling and on your knees, face pressed onto the floor with ass up in the air, spreading your lower lips and begging him to put it in you.

But he was driving and the ride home was a solid 45-minute drive from Shibuya.

He guessed today was Makki’s lucky day.

“If you want to cum so badly, then ride Makki.”

“Shit dude, for real?” Makki grinned like he received the noble peace prize or something but before Mattsun could even reply, you crawled into Hanamaki’s lap, straddling him. If you defied Issei once more, you’ll get punished. You bunched up your skirt high above your waist and moved your panties to the side before you rubbed yourself against Makki’s erection, your hands on his shoulders squeezing him as you coated his shaft with your slick.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, the other gripping your hips to prevent you from moving, making you whine. Why were they being so mean? Your legs shivered when Makki began slapping his cock on your clit.

“No more teasing please,” you sniffled, almost collapsing onto Makki’s chest. “Please, Hiro.” You swayed your hips a little in an attempt to line him at your entrance.

“She’s so pretty when she begs, Mattsun,” Makki commented, the two of them talking again as if you weren’t here with them, making you feel ignored and at your vulnerable weak-minded state, making you cry a little.

“She’s a crybaby,” Mattsun added, glancing every now and then at the two of you through the mirror.

“Well, we knew that since highschool. Are you always this mean to her?” He questioned, popping the head of his cock into your throbbing cunny making you gasp and whine even more because you knew that you weren’t allowed to move till you were told.

“Teasing her is fun. She makes that cute little pouty face. But when you fuck her good?” His lips tugged into a smile before sighing. “My baby is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Issei’s praise made your heart swell and your already foggy mind that he over the years, unknowingly conditioned to cater for him, told you to try to hold back just a little longer because if you were good, daddy would be nice and sweet.

“Issei,” you murmured, turning to look at him but before you could meet his eyes in the mirror, Hanamaki slammed you down onto his lap, your ass colliding on his thighs as he plunged his cock into you, a cry ripping your vocal folds.

Makki’s head fell against your forehead as he groaned, your cunt sucking him in so tight that he felt as if he wouldn’t even be able to pull out while you instantly became a babbling mess, your sentences broken.

“S-so deep,” you exhaled shakily. “T-too much...can feel you inside.” Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasn’t as wide as Issei but he was just as lengthy, and he easily reached the same exact spots that would have you gushing around him in minutes.

“Why are crying, baby? Didn’t you want this?” Makki purred, hoisting your hips up to let his cock glide out only to slam you back down, making you cry once more. “Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. She’s making a mess all over my lap.” He groaned, bouncing you on his cock.

At the next stoplight on the empty road, Issei took a glance, eyes darkening when he saw the ring of creamy white around the base of Makki’s cock.

“Greedy little whore,” he spat, landing another smack on your ass but not as hard as he does when he punished you, it was the slap that he knew would have you creaming even more around Makki’s cock.

“G-gonna cum!” You sobbed, hips meeting Makki’s upward thrusts.

“Already?” Makki teased, his fingers wrapping around your fragile neck where a thin string of silver with a cute little heart pendant wrapped around it. “Such a slut to come so easily. We just started baby.”

“Need to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!” You babbled, tears and your mascara running down your cheeks the slight restriction of airflow to your lungs making the heat in your core intensify even more.

Makki groaned when you had addressed him as so, Issei’s ears picking it up instantly as the sound easily bounced off the walls of the car while Makki bounced you harder onto his cock, your clit colliding every so often on his pelvis making you keen.

“You’re just a little cocksleeve aren’t you?” Makki growled, releasing your neck, your arms wrapping around him for support, his face buried in your breasts.

“Y-yes, yes, yes, I’m a slut!” You moaned out shamelessly, hips rolling to match Makki’s fast pace, the head of his cock kissing your warm cervix over and over again. “G-gonna cum all over daddy’s cock.”

“Yeah?” Issei licked his lips. “You like the thought of having two Daddies? You know that means double the trouble, princess. Double the punishment too.” Oh, he really couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless when you two got back home.

“Want H-Hiro and Issei. Want daddy to cum inside!” You panted and moaned, Makki’s hands under your blouse groped and squeezed your aching breasts.

“S-shit, she’s sucking me in. Fuck— so tight!” Makki guided your hips faster.

You chanted over and over like you were losing your mind. Babbling about how good he felt inside, how you wanted to be stuffed full of his hot cum as Issei does, and how desperate you were to cum.

Then, the knot inside of you. finally. snapped. Back arched into Makki and head thrown back, your mouth hung open as you clamped around him, your hips convulsing as the release you’ve been delayed of finally struck you. And it struck you hard.

But then you began to shake even more, Makki was still thrusting in and out of you, overstimulating you as he chased his release. Pistoning so quick until thick hot ropes of his cum shot into your velvety walls that still gripped him with such vice.

“Don’t let a single drop of Makki’s cum go to waste. Keep it in till we get home.” Issei demanded, his tone making you whimper as your body jolted with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Makki hissed, eyes glancing to where you two were still connected, your essence a mess between your inner thighs and his lap, and the best of all, with his cock still deep inside of you, his cum seeped out of your abused pink entrance. “Good girl.” Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. “Such a good girl for us.”

Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makki’s body, and the car smelled like sex. The vehicle halted its vibrations as he removed the key from the ignition, and with the sweetest smile looked at you and Makki as if he wasn’t absolutely mean to you earlier.

“She’s good isn’t she?”

“Good is an understatement,” Makki exhaled, lifting you off of his cock and looping his arms under your knees to carry you into the house.

“I-Issei,” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open your mascara smeared beautifully around your eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.” He smiled, wiping the mascara ink from your cheeks with the pad of this thumb.

Your stomach flipped when you thought of Issei having his turn. You were already so tired and blissed out from Hanamaki, who now as he carried you bridal style in his arms wrapped in Issei’s coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldn’t believe you had sex with him...you couldn’t believe how his dominating side turned you on and how you wanted to be used by him again.

But all thoughts of Hanamaki were stripped away the same time Mattsun ripped your blouse apart and tugged your skirt and cum stained panties down your trembling legs, grabbed you by the ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Whilst Makki was laid comfortably near the pillows while your lower body dangled off the bed, the fat head of Mattsun’s cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makki’s cum.

“So, so, so messy,” he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makki’s cum goes to waste, Mattsun shoved it back in by burying his fat cock inside you in an instant, not giving you the pleasure of adjusting to him and already began rutting into you.

Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as his pelvis and his balls slammed against your ass, a mix of his name and ‘daddy’ falling from your lips like a broken mantra.

Makki watched with a smug look on his face, enjoying the way your face contorted so obscenely with each thrust, already fucked out and begging for more. And to think he only used to overhear the two of you going at it when he walked into your shared apartment like it was his own. Now he gets to watch and even better, get to fuck you too.

“She’s so cute,” Makki sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“She is, isn’t she? Sorry, it took this long for you to join us, man,” Issei spoke almost normally were it not for the grunts in between when your gummy walls would tighten and flutter around him.

“Man, I would wait that long again if it meant I get to fuck her till she breaks.”

“I wasn’t kidding when I told her about having the both of us.”

Makki raised his brow. “Is this you officially inviting me to your bed?” He snorted.

“Yes,” Issei grunted, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pressing down to keep you still. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your whiny little moans filling the room.

“She’s so fucked out man,” Makki whistled, seeing how your eyes rolled back and shut, and drooling as Issei fucked you like a savage.

“My baby is a spoiled little brat,” he accentuated his thrust, pushing against your cervix making you cry out. “But she’s an obedient little kitten. Aren’t you?” He tugged you by the hair, raising your gaze to Hanamaki but you were so out of it you couldn’t even reply.

And when you felt Issei’s hips stutter and unload inside of you, you were in cloud nine. Your body convulsed from your own orgasm and you laid limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath as his cum overflowed inside of you. You were even a little sad that some of his cum would drip out and go to waste but the way he was kissing along your shoulder blades told you that he was happy. He was satisfied.

Matsukawa Issei can be a mean tease but he was still your man, your lover, your best friend—and you’d do anything for him. Blissed out, he carried you in his arms laying your head on the soft cloudy pillow, Hanamaki caressing your lower abdomen lovingly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while Issei began his aftercare routine. They talked to each other while he cleaned you up so gently like you were a China doll, their words not really heard and not processed in your brain.

Just before your heavy eye lids could shut close, you caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the bathroom door.

12:05 am

“Issei...” you managed to say, your voice small and sweet.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, lying down on your left, his face hovering over yours. The mop of curly dark brown hair on his head was a mess and his thick brows were raised conveying an uninterested expression but his eyes were vibrant and warm, and his smile was gentle...it was pure.

With whatever strength you had left, you cupped his cheek and managed a small smile that radiated nothing but your love.

“Happy birthday.”

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katsukisbimbo · 3 years

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Chifuyu!pet shop owner, putting you a pet collar because you misbehaved again in front of his friends and training you at the manager office until you learn how to be a good girl again

crying and vomiting

you think you’re so cute. think you can get away with misbehaving in front of his friends, thinking it’s cute to act like a brat. it’s your fault but also partly his fault, he should know better as your owner, should know that you’re not properly trained. so he does exactly that, picks out a tight little pink collar for you to wear around your pretty neck, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head just from how tight it’s squeezing your throat. but you deserve this, you asked for this. so he’ll give it to you, give it to you the same way he gives you his cock, feeds it to you and lodges it down your throat. air is a privilege. only obedient pets can breathe and—oh! pets shouldn’t walk on two feet right? so he forces you to crawl on your knees, forces you to lap at his balls from under the counter as he rings up a customer, flashing them his boyish smile and acting as if he didn’t have his personal cumslut throating his cock. he wonders if you’ll ever be the perfect pet for him, but it’s okay, he can be patient for you, after all, you are his favourite pet

#☹: thirsts #tw.pet play #tw.public sex #tw.collaring #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tr smut #tr x reader

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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i have not stopped thinking about stoner sero since i read your fics 😀 i’m talking full brain rot bruv. can’t stop imagining him making his you play into every fucked up kink of his without even asking. you routinely get lingerie and costumes delivered to you. cat costumes, maid costumes, schoolgirl costumes (even though you *are* a schoolgirl). within months of you being together the plethora of sex toys you have is becoming unmanageable. you forget to the the laundry one day so you just have to wear the cheerleader outfit with the fucking nipple holes cut out of it. anyways thank you for that 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

stoner sero who can't get enough of fucking you.

bro I just already know that like he'd be the most insatiable pervert, even worse than Denki. Has a huge exhibitionist kink and combined with his libido? You've gotten caught fucking more than once.

One thing that I cannot get off my mind is that Sero would be the type that would wanna take after-sex showers together, but not want to clean you up. He's just there to look at you and get hard again because now you're all slippery and wet - plus your hole is already all ready for him!

And if you try to pull the waterworks and cry and ask him to let you rest he'd be so snarky and take the shower head off the holder, switch it to the hard wash setting, and then hold it up against your clit until you're shaking and the only thing holding you up is his arm around your waist.

It wouldn't even feel good anymore, just be a dull buzzy pressure that makes your body twitchy and dizzy and makes the world feel fuzzy as Sero pushes you into an overstimulated, fucked out headspace so you're too loopy to tell him no.

Omg and imagine being hesitant to try something he just bought, whether it's an intimidating sex toy or a really lewd outfit, but Sero just laughs and says you don't have to, it's stupid anyways.

But later, when he's hopped you up on weed, that's when he brings it out again, convinces you to do it for him, and you're so suggestible and easily manipulated when you're all heady from weed and totally high off your ass, nothing matters...

Sero can get as handsy as he wants, as bold as he cares. He'll get you high on the common room couch and fuck you right there and then, even if your classmates wander in from time to time.

He likes having a girlfriend he can stick his dick in whenever he wants, whenever he feels like getting off. It's not like he backs off when you say no.

#sero #sero smut #mha sero #sero x you #yandere #Yandere sero #sero hanta #Yandere sero hanta #tw.nsfw #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.drug use #tw.public sex

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manjiroscum · 2 years

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serenading angels

Character/s: yandere!Inui Seishu

Warnings: f!reader, cursing, explicit sexual themes, implied kidnapping, non-con, yandere behaviors, humiliation, exhibitionism, public sex, baby trapping, unprotected sex, spitting, forced restraining (reader receiving), car sex, and manipulation. Minors don't interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it!

Synopsis: Inui Seishu really, really, loves you.

✃WC: 2.3K

A glacier hammered into two perfect blue gems encompassed how chilling his stare was. Seeing you totter, tailing behind Koko akin to a lost puppy having chosen its lucky owner had his knuckles turning paper white at the sight enough to cut finger pads. And that sweet, sweet, smile you threw at the oblivious Kokonoi Hajime had him sinking his teeth into his lower lips, close to drawing blood. And at this very moment... Inui Seishu would rather kill his childhood friend than lose you.

Because how could he compete with the man whom you were completely enamored with to the point you were acting like a fool?

Inui caught himself plotting numerous ways on how to kill off his childhood friend without arousing suspicion—especially from you who always seemed to find ways on getting Koko alone. And really, he was disgusted at himself for imagining it. What were you doing to him? How could he be harboring ill wishes for his longtime friend? It wasn’t Koko’s fault why you were infatuated with him—wait, perhaps it was yours…

Perfectly flawed and chasing the shadows of his dead old love, Koko was not the ideal man to be with. Especially now that he had new companions who were used to cheating the law and dealing with the devil, yet here you were… still wishing he would look your way for once—to give you a single chance of loving him and earn his love in return.

It was unfair. He found you first, waltzed into his life to apply for the job behind the cashier since having two hands wasn’t enough to man the shop anymore since the other owner had passed. Day by the day, he found his gaze lingering on your bubbling form whenever customers were around. Alone time wasn’t scarce and just when Inui thought things were going smoothly, Koko just had to enter into the scene.

And seriously, Inui should pity you instead of being pissed at your stupidity for dreaming a dream more impossible than Icarus flying into the skies.

“Inupi, you okay?”

Pupils literally shining at the sight of his childhood friend turned to Inui, wondering what made Koko glance up from his phone noisy due to the numerous notifications popping up once every minute brought by his busy nature. The blond, momentarily, forgot how to breathe when your irises locked with his. Heart hammering in his chest, it almost hurt. When did he start feeling this way for you—he can’t recall… Just as he can’t remember when you fell for the aloof Bonten executive who barely had the time of day to entertain you whenever he came to the shop.

“I’m fine, Koko—”

“The pencil…” Following the stare of his old friend, Inui blinked at the broken object in his hands, cleanly split into two. Surprised at his own obliviousness, your boss was quick to dispose of the victim of his simmering jealousy into the bin. “Are you really fine?”

“Yeah…”

He should really pity you… because while Icarus, no matter how brief, was able to take flight. You, on the other hand—an angel who refused to fly anywhere else without Koko—was stuck to the ground amongst others.

And as he watched you from afar—still trying to make Koko talk to you rather than clipped responses—Inui figured he should cut those wings of yours before your feet had a chance to kiss the ground goodbye and leave him behind.

He hates goodbyes.

However, he wished you didn’t share the same sentiment when you woke up in a strange bed in a strange place—thrashing about and begging to go. Panic coursing through your veins, heart pounding in anxiety and fright. The lamp at the corner was the only source of light in the musty basement Inui kept you in. Wrists and ankles are tied together by a rope to keep you from escaping.

A butterfly trapped in a jar, you were. Beautiful despite the tears, smudged mascara, and snot on your pretty face. Sitting on the wooden chair across from you, impassive at your cries to be set free, Inui Seishu was impressed at the turn of events. Dominos toppled over the other in a meticulous and successful manner, leading up to the day of your capture and hiding you in his home.

What set the plan in motion? You were to blame, he mused. All on you. He was content in watching you from a distance until Inui’s patience snapped like the thin pencil he held in his hand that day and for similar reasons—of seeing you openly flirt at Koko, as if he wasn’t in the room, glaring from where he sat. But what had his blood running cold was the uncharacterized action of Koko returning your attempts with a smirk on his lips, as if he didn’t purposefully have you dangling at the end of a string. A date was what his friend brought to the table—Inui Seishu was convinced he was about to pass out with all the blood rushing up to his head in undiluted wrath.

A huge smile adorned your pretty features, making Inui wish he was the person receiving your smile, instead of Koko. And he had enough.

“Inupi, w-why are you doing this?” you sobbed, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as he got up and approached you. Face free of any emotion that may giveaway what he was thinking or plotting to do. Still, it was worth trying to persuade him to set you free—even negotiate that you’ll forget this all happened and move on back to the normal rhythm of life. But of course, he doesn’t entertain the suggestion.

“Isn’t it quite obvious, you slut?” Forcing you to stare into his cold icy irises by grabbing your jaw, Inui squeezed your cheeks until your lips were puckered. “Testing my patience and flirting in my shop—did you enjoy shaking your ass at Koko? Practically wagging your tail when he asked you out, huh?” Fingers reaching up to your hair, they immediately fisted the strands and pulled. An audible gasp escaped your lips, glossy eyes wide in fear.

“Please, let me go—”

Tug.

“P-please!”

Tug.

“Have m-mercy!”

“Maybe this isn’t clear enough, but you’re staying down here until you realize that you should love me. Not Koko or any other bastard you could bat your eyelashes at. Think you could do that, angel?” Wincing at the hurt expression etched on your face, Inui clicked his tongue. He didn’t mean to hurt you. If you only fell in love with him, you wouldn’t be in this situation at all. Yes, this was all your fault to begin with. Inui did nothing wrong but love you. “Does it hurt? I’m sorry, but I would never do this if you just keep quiet—”

“I-I will… just please—please don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? No way, why would I do that to the person I love?” Shooting you an incredulous stare, he shook his head. “Take responsibility—that’s what you should do. And since you interrupted me, how about we work on that now, huh?” Gripping your jaw again, he nodded at your lips. “Open up.”

Doing as you're told, you watched in silent horror as Inui parted his lips, a glob of saliva dropping into the flat surface of your tongue.

“Swallow.”

You swore as you were forced to drink his taste, tears glistening as it rolled to the back of your throat, Inui Seishu looked like he saw heaven’s gates opening before him.

“Good girl. Now, if you listen to me well, I’ll let you go… How’s that sound?”

You shouldn’t have dealt with the devil—should’ve known it was a lie. He was mad—fucked in the head. Completely unforgiving as he tore apart the dress you bought for your date with Koko similar to how he plucked your wings, ensuring your eternal stay in damnation such as he. Ears deaf to your soft sobs, fists banging on his chest helplessly as he had you pinned on the mattress he prepared lying on the ground. All you had to do was sleep with him and pretend he was your love, that was all he wanted and you’ll be set free. Hanging onto that hope alone, you paused on your struggles and let him in as lovers do.

What a naive girl you truly are.

Pale blues intently drinking the sight of your tears hitting the mattress as he undid the ties to your legs, spreading them wide open to accommodate him. Erection pressing against your trembling thighs, the slacks of his coveralls thin enough for you to feel. It didn’t take long for him to be tantalized by the sight of your folds, dipping a finger that urged a whimper out of you. He could get drunk at the scene itself, especially how you tasted sweet against his tongue and the melodic moans you tried to hold back. And the instant searing heat that had his eyes rolling back as he sunk into you, relishing at the clenching walls. You cried out at the thick cock splitting your folds apart, cheeks dusted with pink at the humiliating sound of it welcoming him in. Slick and his pre-cum coating the warm muscles.

“What? Wish this cock inside your clenching pussy is Koko’s?” Rutting hard that had you choke out a groan, Inui’s fingers were digging deeper into your hips, sure to leave his marks on your flesh akin to the ropes marring your wrists. “Don’t be stupid. There’s no fucking way—ah—I’ll have my girlfriend’s cunt take any other cock than mine.”

Strands of blond brushed your cheeks at every thrust, parted lips pink after kissing you silly and those uncaring blue irises wild with lust. That angelic face and hair akin to a halo didn’t match the devil’s soul in him. Mad with ecstasy and want, moaning unabashedly at your tight cunt. And when you came, spasming underneath him and screaming at the blinding bliss, Inui instantly cummed.

“That’s my good girl.”

Yes, what a naive girl you truly are to think he’ll still let you go after having a piece of heaven. Every day—morning, after work, and before bed, he had you pressed against anything. From the mattress, a chair, a table, or even the basement’s floor, Inui pistoned his hips, bent on molding your cunt into the shape of his cock. Crying yourself to sleep was the only remedy you found for being trapped for so long you’ve lost count of the days. Gone were the prayers of being found, escaping, or even Koko discovering what his friend has done to you.

Still, there was a glimmer of hope remaining, no matter how little it was. And the first time the blond took you out, letting you see the surface again, you were sure you could outrun him… Until he had your legs tied up before situating you into the car, cool air of the AC blowing into your bare thighs and pussy. The whole drive to the bike store consisted of you moaning on the car seat, Inui’s free hand fingering your clit while the other was on the wheel. Tears of embarrassment form in your eyes, heart pounding at the idea of getting caught or seen through the tinted windows.

“Be good and stay still,” Inui ordered once the vehicle stopped in front of the establishment. Memories of working there, seeing Koko, and just leading a normal life seemed distant now as you sat there in silence. Just as Inui got out, having taken what he needed, the familiar silhouette of Koko appeared and approached his childhood friend. From where you are, you could hear them converse. The temptation to roll down the window and scream for help screeched to a halt upon seeing the wrench in Inui’s hand.

“Inupi, have you seen [Y/N]?”

“Is that all you wanted to ask when you asked me to meet you here on a Sunday?”

“What? Of course not, just curious.”

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants, Inui scoffed, “Probably skipped town, I suppose. She quit without notice.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I actually came here to tell you about this businessman I became acquainted with. Knows a lot about motorcycles and stuff.”

Watching them, dread had you frozen on the spot. The sudden urge to take you out of the basement, him driving here and meeting Koko—no, there’s no way he’ll kill his friend… right? He wouldn’t do that… not in front of you and certainly under broad daylight. He wouldn’t!

“Why are you crying, angel?” Blinking up at Inui’s concerned eyes, you realize you have been crying out of panic at the thought of Koko dying. The sight of you sobbing for his friend left a bitter taste in his mouth, the smile he had on his face as he bid Koko farewell was wiped away, quick to drive the car to a nearby abandoned building. The second he pulled out the car keys, Inui got out and walked to your side of the car. Impassive was his expression upon opening the door, staring down at you with those chilling blue irises. The wind was knocked out of your throat, your face was pressed against the car seat, ass in the air, and pussy taking his cock out in the open. Maybe if the building next door wasn’t closed for the day, countless people would’ve seen and heard you moaning into the leather material as Inui pounded into you. Ashamed by your cunt wet with arousal at getting fucked out in the open.

“Shedding tears—fuck—for a man who doesn’t love you? Get over it, angel. You have a loving—shit, ah—boyfriend right here ready to blow your back. All you got to do is fucking ask! W-want a baby? I’ll give you one. Bet you’d like that? Tell me, do you want a baby, angel?”

“‘N-nupi, e-enough! I’m gonna—fuck!”

“No, no—shh, I’ll take care of us, okay? Don’t be scared, angel. I’m only doing this so you wouldn’t leave me. You won’t leave your boyfriend, right? You’ll be such a good mom.” A hard thrust that had him spilling his thick semen had you creaming around his cock, choked moans filling the air. “Did you just cum hearing that? You dirty girl.”

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