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early morning with sakura !

tags. fluff. sakura x gender neutral!reader

a/n. had a thought about sleepy sakura

as you were getting yourself ready for school, you couldn't help but gaze at your boyfriend who's sleeping comfortably on your bed. he looks so peaceful and soft wrapped in your blanket, opposite of what he is when he's awake.

you were going to stand up when you hear him stir awake, he looks at you with sleepy eyes.

“where are you going?” sakura asked, sounding like a whisper.

“to school, i have early morning duties.”

sakura grumbled then pulls you onto the bed with him,

“hey, let g-”

“please don't go yet,” sakura murmured, voice hoarse due to sleep, while pulling you closer to him. you smiled, thinking about how adorable he is in the morning.

you softly sighed, “ fine, but just a few minutes, 'kay?” wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead, he then wraps his arms around your torso and his legs around yours and hummed.

you might be late for school but at least you got to see how cute your boyfriend is. <3

Hiiiii! Omg I love this blog. I have another request, I know you’ve done generic shut you up with a kiss hcs but what about real ones?? Like during an argument and they kiss you maybe a little steamy 👉👈 Can it please include Atsumu, Suna, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Osamu/Sakusa? 💙

HAIKYUU BOYS KISSING YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintarō

a/n — warning ⚠️ suggestive and some rough making out/name calling [i use “baby girl” in mattsuns] not rly angsty even tho there’s talk of arguments! tysm for this request, i love writing steamy make outs YAY & the character flavour!!! pls enjoy <3 tysm vale @iwasumi for proof reading for me ily

☾ ATSUMU the reason youd both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood in front of each other, “you’re a fucking asshole atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better prince/ss.” “oh, fuck off miya.” he chuckled dryly, his eyes darkening as he approached you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back met the wall as his hand came to rest beside your head, his lips ghosting yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if his lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly groped the flesh of your ass, feeling your knees buckle as his tongue roughly slid against yours before he sucked it into his mouth “‘ts-‘tsumu.” “hngh, fuck—there ya go baby, that’s more like it.” feeling him wrap your thighs around his waist as he groaned against you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he moved to suck at the sensitive flesh on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he left behind “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

☾ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms crossed over your chest before you rolled your eyes at the indifference on his face “you’re not listening to me issei.” his head fell back against the couch as he ran a tired hand down his face with a sigh “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you matsukawa.” “is that right?” you rolled yours eyes before moving to leave only to feel yourself be pulled back as his figure rose from the couch, sitting back again- this time with you pressed tightly against him as his hand grabbed the back of your neck, you felt something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you felt his mouth roughly move against yours, causing you to whimper as he swallowed each whine greedily - followed by his own deep groans, his grip tightening to push you closer before he pulled away with a smirk on his swollen lips, his hand moving to tangle in your hair to yank your head back as he placed sloppy but chaste kisses up your neck as you shuddered “come on babygirl, how about you let me make it up to you, hmm?”

☾ OSAMU you were in his office as he glared at you, your back pressed against his desk,“you need to rest samu.” “and a told ya a cant, ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time!” a silence fell over the room as your voice raised, your breath hitching as he walked towards you, his eyes a little darker now from what you could see under his cap but all thoughts melted when you felt his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own, your mind felt hazy- focusing on his deep groans against you before he leaned forward to swipe the work off the desk behind you, hand grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop before his own body caged you against it “s-samu—“ your words were cut off as he pulled away, his tongue replaced by his fingers as he stuffed two inside your mouth “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet angel.” you nodded as your tongue slid over his fingers, watching his swollen lips part as he groaned deeply before leaning over you once again “shit— so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

☾ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today, both of you returning home as he slammed the door, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately dropped when you felt your back slam against the door behind you, his eyes darker this time as his hands wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning them beside you as his lips moved to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before soothing over it with his tongue “you better watch that fucking mouth doll.” your mouth opened to reply, but he knew from the look in your eyes you weren’t done as his lips latched onto yours, his tongue not giving you a chance to think never mind speak as it slid against your own, your back arching against his chest as he groaned into your mouth- pulling away to scoff as you whined at the loss, taking both your wrists into one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead, his thumb tracing your now swollen bottom lip “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

☾ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say rintarō?” he rolled his eyes as he scoffed “are you done?” you wanted to scream at the stoic look on his face, but before you could think you found yourself stumbling forward towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fell into his lap, you could’ve whimpered at the heated look he gave you but you felt the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips moved against your own instead, groaning deeply as his tongue sloppily slid over yours at a lazy pace that always had you whimpering against him as he pulled away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes as you felt his fingers tighten around your throat “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” his drawled out tone and the loss of oxygen had your heart hammering at your chest as you stumbled over an apology, his lips moving to ghost over yours as you whined, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smoothed over the red skin “where’s that attitude now huh?”

— will you love me till it hurts? (never leave me at my worst)

Kaji hates himself when he gets like this, but luckily for him he has you to bring him back from the brink.

Pairing: Kaji Ren x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, spanking, choking, blood!mention, fingering, creampie.

Word Count: 4.6k.

Kaji hates it when he gets like this.

The anger and frustration of the world work to tear every inch of the resolve he’s built around himself brick by brick. Demolishing the wall to leave him surrounded in the rubble of his destruction as he’s back to worn foundations and forced to try and find himself again.

He was already running late to meet you, something that had regret swimming in his chest at the thought of you waiting outside pothos looking all pretty while he made his way through the town. Deciding to cut through a back alley to avoid going through the market street to avoid any early evening crowds he managed to run into a group of four guys who were hunched in a circle.

He tried to ignore them, he really did— with absolutely no intention of ruining your date night again. But the taller one out of the four just had to say something. The only word he was able to make out over his music was Furin, as Kaji’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. Exhaling softly, he turns his headphones up, drowning out the asshole with heavy metal. Kaji palms his jeans pocket and groans when he feels no chupa chups inside the denim.

Fuck.

He heaves a sigh as he shoves his hands inside his grey hoodie pocket in tight fists. Trying to resist the deep-seated urge inside him to throw hands as icy blue eyes darken and he continues forward, deliberately stepping around the asshole guys in front of him— but of course, they just had to try and cause problems. Stepping in front of Kaji the taller guys shoulders barged into him roughly, knocking him sideways as the anger continued to surge through his veins.

Kaji thinks of your face, and it helps, but this one guy in the group just won’t stop fucking yapping. He can’t hear it over his headphones, but he can see his big fucking mouth moving— and when there’s a pause in loud music to change tracks it’s all he can hear.

“—fuckin’ pussy.”

“What was that?” Kaji pulls his headphones down, any chance of backing out long gone.

“I said. These Furin guys like to act hard but you look like a fuckin’ pussy.” He enunciated the final words and that was it— all Kaji saw was red.

Nothing can stop his fist from swinging, a mean rear uppercut that has the guy raised from the ground before losing his footing and tumbling down like a tree in the forest. Kaji feels the satisfaction shoot through his veins as he narrowly dodges a punch to the side of his head, knocking his headphones off as he prays the crack he heard wasn’t the plastic breaking. He’s quick to land another punch as two guys take him on at once, swinging his leg to boot someone back as he hates that he can’t bring himself to stop.

Another crude crack sounds as his fist collides with a guy's nose, a hit that has blood running down his chin and onto the brick beneath him as the damage has the guy running. His friends gathered with fists raised as if deciding whether the fight was still worth it— there was always strength in numbers, but somehow Furin strength seemed to defy that simple logic.

Kaji is about to make their choice for them as the raging hatred still ebbs through his veins, unable to discern the difference between his opponent’s as he swings for whoever’s closer— feeling a rough hit to his eye, enough to draw blood against his brow as warm crimson trickles down his temple.

“Ren!” A voice shouts, and it permeates the monster that’s reared its ugly head inside him, but not enough for him to keep swinging, “Ren!”

“You should keep that mouth shut and those legs spread, doll.” Another one of the guys sneers, but it’s enough to have Kaji’s attention now— if they so much as touched a single hair on your head he’s certain he’d kill for you, “That’s all you’re good for.”

Kaji takes the chance to lead uppercut the guy distracted by you, knocking his jaw and he’s certain he hears you call his name again. But his vision blurs as pure ferocious anger takes over as he continues hitting the guy for saying anything about you.

“I’d happily break one of Furin’s whores.” It was like this man was trying to push Kanji even further into becoming a beast, as you fought to keep him where he stands.

“Ren, don’t!” You winced as you heard the shlick sound of fists colliding with cartilidge as the guy cried out in pain, positive Kaji had broken his nose.

“If you guys don’t fuck off I’ll scream so loud half of Furin will be here in five fucking minutes.” You bluff, close enough to pothos that it could work as truth. There was always at least one member of Furin in there at any given time, it was at least something.

“Yeah, yeah. He ain’t fuckin’ worth it—” He sneers, holding his nose. Thankful that his friends decided to break off into a run before the lead guy turned to leave, “You’re with a fucking wild animal, doll.”

You bolted towards to Kaji as they left, who still stood at the corner of the street. Tentatively reaching up to palm his cheek as you pushed yourself up on tiptoes to assess the damage from the cut oozing blood on his brow.

“Ren, what the fuck happ—” You begin, but he’s quick to cut you off with a fierce kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. Unforgiving and and relentless he forces his tongue between your lips as they part with surprise, swallowing your objections with his mouth as he pushes you against the nearest wall.

You taste the sharp metallic tang of his blood on your tongue as you moan against his lips, your palms splayed across his chest to push him back with worry as you search his eyes for answers.

“Ren, what happened?” You murmur, but Kaji doesn’t respond. Instead, he crashes his lips back against yours with far more insistently this time. His hand cups the base of your skull to keep you pressed against him as he tongues the roof of your mouth, pressing his toned body against yours as he pins you to the wall, firm and insistent.

He pours everything into the kiss, calloused fingers dig into your skin roughly as you find yourself moaning into his mouth in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s hard to keep up with Kaji when he’s like this, his movements frantic and rugged. His nose bumps yours as he tilts his head slightly, his palm moves from the back of your neck to circle your throat as he squeezes. The lack of air leaves you lightheaded as your eyes roll back, fingers pawing at his hoodie to keep him close as he bullies a thigh between your legs to keep you firm against him.

“Fuck,” You whine against his lips when you feel rough denim graze your panties, creating a salacious friction that has you shamelessly grinding down against him.

Kaji’s hand tightens against your neck to press you down harder against his thigh as he pulls more pretty sounds from the back of your throat. The sounds you make work to slay the fierce beast that rages inside him, now replaced with a new monster as he seeks to devour you whole.

Your hands are persistent as you card soothing hands through his hair, tugging slightly at the root as you rip more pretty sounds from deep in his chest.

“Ren.” You chance his name again, the sound paired with the heat from your touch scorches him as Kaji feels you slowly bring him back to himself.

“Don’t leave me—” The hand around your throat loosens as blue-grey eyes begin to soften, his chest heaving as he lays his forehead against your own, regret begins to ebb away at him when he notices his blood dried against your skin.

“What the fuck happened?” You hum softly, fingers stroking through his undercut as your nails scratch at his scalp, “You had me so worried.”

“Fuckin’ pricks,” He shakes his head, pushing some of his hair away from his forehead as his chest continues to heave.

You bring him back. He starts to feel the ache from his knuckles and the persistent throb against his brow. Letting you cup his cheeks in soft palms as you assess the damage with a worried frown, lips curled into such a pretty pout that Kaji has to restrain himself from kissing you again.

“Tried jumping me when I was coming to meet you,” He continued, taking the opportunity to lean down and bury his face in the curve of your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply, “Started talking shit about Furin.”

“So why didn’t you ignore them?” You murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of his jaw as he curled into you.

“Couldn’t.” It was then you realised the lack of sucker between his lips as it all started to make sense, “And then he said shit about you and I—”

“That doesn’t matter,” You whisper, pecking his lips, “Whatever they say doesn’t matter.”

“But it’s always you comin’ to protect me when I should be the one protectin’ you.” You can feel the sadness in his voice as you shake your head, shrugging your shoulder slightly to garner his attention.

“Don’t say that shit, Ren. I know you could’ve handled that, and you did,” You continued, holding his cheeks in your hands as he stared down at you with cold eyes, “But you would’ve hated yourself if I’d let you continue, and I would’ve hated myself too—”

You stroked the tender skin along the apple of his cheek, giving him a regretful look when he winced beneath your ministrations.

“You’re way too good for me.” He muttered as you shook your head.

“Shut up,” You smiled gently, pressing another kiss to his lips, “You don’t get to decide that.”

“It’s true, though.” He sighed.

He was nothing like Hiragi or Umemiya. He couldn’t treat you as well as they probably could— You deserved far better than him, someone who could look after you, protect you—

“You deserve better.”

You really did— and you looked far too pretty today all dressed up for your date together.

“Okay, now I’m convinced the lollipops are to stop you saying dumb shit.” You scrunched your nose in irritation, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a wrapped cherry chupa chups, “Let me shut you up again.”

Of course, you always carried around spare suckers for him.

Kaji watched as you began to pull at the base of the wrapper before his fists wrapped around your wrists tightly, holding you firm to stop you from unravelling it.

“Yeah— make me.” Kaji rasped huskily as the seams of his lips curled into a slight grin. Catching you off guard as the sucker dropped to the floor between your bodies and he pressed a sultry kiss to your glossy lips.

“Ren, you’re hurt.” You chance, wondering if he can even hear you as you feel his fingers flex around your throat in acknowledgement. His palm strokes against your clavicle, venturing lower to palm one of your breasts through your thin shirt before reaching down to palm the fat of your ass.

Using his grip to pull you against him so you could feel his need against your tummy, hard and pulsing through thick denim.

“Stop talkin’.” His lips press against the curve of your jaw, teeth grazing the soft skin as he reaches out to cup your warm sex between your thighs.

He makes it difficult for you to think, surrounded by the comforting scent of him as you breathe in the honeyed scent of candy mixed with the musky sandalwood that feels like home. Ignoring the fact that anyone could walk by and catch you in such a compromising position as you seek out your pleasure. Leaning into his touch his fingers brush the soaked crotch of your panties, pressing down on your fluttering hole through the fabric as he teases you with two fingers.

It’s pathetic really, how easily he has you like this. Debauched and needy in public no less, your clit throbbing with neglect as you shamelessly rolled your hips into his touch.

“Ren, someone could see—” You chance; but it’s futile.

“Let them.” He doesn’t mean it, not really. Every single part of you should be for his eyes only— he’d lock you away in a concrete castle and throw away the key if it meant that no one would so much as glance in your direction again or be the savage dragon that guards its entrance and protects the princess as he becomes a monster in order to keep you safe.

Your hips jolt when you feel him push your panties to the side, dragging two calloused fingers through your drooling slit as he pressed the wetness to your puffy clit. Delighting in the needy whine you made as he circled it slowly, half-lidded eyes focused on your face as he worked you with calm precision.

He was going far too slow for a man that had you pinned against a wall like this in public. The risk of anyone walking by and catching you was high enough as it is, but the fact that this was one of Furin’s patrol routes made it even worse— Any one of his team could walk by and see you like this at any given moment.

“Ren—” His name fell on deaf ears as he plunged two digits inside your tight heat, watching your head roll back against the cold brick as he began to pump them inside you with intent. Marvelling at the way your velvety walls pulsed around him, desperately trying to coax him deeper.

Kaji paused his movements, stilling his wrist to watch as you unabashedly fucked yourself against his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spot inside you he knew like the back of his hand as you keened at his touch. Clinging to his broad shoulders as you rocked yourself into his touch, thankful for his body pinning you to the wall, otherwise you were certain your legs would give way and you’d end up on the floor. You ground yourself against him, trapping his palm between you and his thigh as he pressed his leg firmer against you.

“That's it, pretty girl,” He rasped softly, reaching his thumb up to press sloppy circles against your clit, “You get yours.”

You leaned into his touch, greedily using him for your release. Rolling your hips to press his fingers against that same spot inside you as you felt the telltale signs of your impending climax.

“Oh, fuck, baby—” You whined, Kaji’s other hand was quick to slip between the back of your head and the wall. His sore bruised knuckles brushed against the tough brick to prevent your head from knocking against the hard surface as you found your bliss.

Kaji began to move his fingers with purpose as you met your end, taking over from your hips as he fucked you through your release. Pulling more airy sounds from between your pretty lips as he pressed lingering kisses against the corner of your lips.

“That’s it—” Kaji murmured, his persistent fingers prolonging your release as you writhed against him, “My good girl.”

His words had that same heat blooming inside you, from the tips of your ears down to your toes as your mind was shrouded in a lusty haze. Whining when he pulled his digits from your cunt to press them against your glossy lips, watching you take them inside your mouth as you sucked them clean. Tasting yourself on your tongue as he pressed down on the hot muscle, feeling your moans vibrate at the back of your throat.

“Stop teasing me,” You whined around his fingers as Kaji languidly pulled them from your warm, wet mouth. Dragging down on your bottom lip as he moved to dry them off against his pants.

You bit your lower lip between your teeth as you reached out to palm him through his skinny jeans. Annoyed that the rough denim had little give as you pathetically tried to wrap your palm around him, barely able to grip it between your fingers and yet it was enough to have Kaji’s hips jerking roughly. He grunted low and gravelly as he pulled his slick-soaked fingers from your core, busying himself with the button on his jeans as he tugged the zipper. Letting the denim hang around the curve of his ass, just enough to free his aching cock.

The length of it drooped towards the ground, hot and heavy as you immediately reached out to wrap slender fingers around it. Collecting the bead of pre that glistened against his leaking tip to smooth it down his length Kaji hissed through gritted teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. Smiling coyly at his reaction, moving your hand back up to thumb his slit, collecting more fresh pre as you wrapped him back in a firm fist.

“Who’s teasin’ now?” He huffed, placing his palm on top of yours to tighten your hand around his cock. Holding it steady as Kaji began to fuck himself into your fist, rutting his hips as you let out a salacious whine at the sight.

“Look who’s talking,” You gasped when he moved his other hand to the back of your thigh, propping it up on his hip as your skirt bunched at your waist.

“Oh, fuck.” You practically whimpered when you felt the swollen tip of his cock nudge your clit as he dragged it through your folds. Coating himself with your slick as he gave a tentative jerk of his hips, his lips pressed against your ear as you felt the vibration in his tone when he caught against your tight hole.

Kaji moved his hand away from his cock in favour of leaning back to watch as you guided him towards your entrance with your fingers, pressing down on the thick, bulging veins as he felt the resistance of your fluttering hole. Seeking out your warmth as he slowly began to press himself inside you, immediately groaning when he felt the heat engulf him. Certain he’d never tire of the sensation, no matter how many times he had you like this.

You made it difficult to think— to breathe sometimes. Stealing every conscious thought as you shrouded his very being, plaguing him with thoughts of you that he was so certain there was nothing else in this life worth having if he didn’t have you.

“Ren, hurry up,” You brought him back from his thoughts with a jerk of your hips, “We don’t have time, someone could see—”

Kaji was positive that he didn’t even give a fuck if the whole of Furin saw once he was buried inside your warm, wet cunt. The overwhelming pleasure etched away at him as he could only think of you—

“Let them see.” He snarled brazenly, flashing his sharp fangs and gums.

“Ren.” You whined back.

“So fuckin’ needy.” Each word was enunciated by a sharp rut of his hips as he set a rough, fast pace.

Kaji hissed, feeling your cunt clamp down around him from his crude tone. Your hands clinging to his shoulders as he eased his hips back before surging forward. His skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat beneath his hoodie as he felt the heat practically radiate from your warm body.

His balls slapped against the curve of your ass as the sound of skin against skin filled the alleyway. It wasn’t exactly a public path, but you knew many people liked to make the shortcut towards pothos through here, so the thought of being caught sent a discomfiting heat straight to your pelvis.

But Kaji fucked into you with purpose, settling on a desperate pace that had him willing you towards your climax hard and fast. The material of his hoodie was too thick to feel his body through, as you moved your hands to the back of his skull to feel skin against skin as you delighted in the sticky tack of his sweaty body against yours.

The rough brick scraped against your back with each sharp thrust, certain to leave marks behind as you tried your best to meet his movements from your precarious position.

“You’re always so good to me, pretty girl,” He rambled, his blunt cockhead grazing against your cervix with each forward motion, “So perfect.”

Kaji’s love is like a tsunami— indiscriminate, ferocious and all-consuming in its power. His waves crash down to encompass you, and carry you out to sea. It’s pure, unbridled power and it terrifies you sometimes quite how much you love him in return.

“Oi,” He smacks the curve of your ass playfully before gripping it hard, fingertips dip into the plush skin as he changes the angle of his thrusts, “What you thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

“You.” You answer truthfully, as though there could ever be another answer.

Kaji’s lips curl into a small, genuine grin at your answer. Unable to stop himself from leaning forward to bring you into a sloppy kiss, drowning out your moans of pleasure as he continued to pound his cock into your dripping cunt.

You were positive you wouldn’t last much longer, especially with the way his cock moulded you into the shape of him. The prominent veins dragging against your inner walls with each cant of his hips, paired with the way the hairs at the base of his cock gave a delicious friction to your puffy clit every time he buried himself inside you the hilt had you racing towards your impending climax and you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I know you’re close,” He rasped gruffly, teeth nipping at your pulse point, “I can feel you clamping down around me.”

“Fuck, Ren.” Your lips parted in a near-constant groan when Kaji slipped a hand between your connected bodies to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing messy figures of eight against the sensitive nub as he pushed you towards your end.

Your lashes fluttered as you felt him bite down against your jugular, his tongue salving the mark as your walls clenched in response. Teetering on the precipice of bliss you continued to moan from each messy rut of his hips inside your wet heat before you found yourself falling into euphoria.

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you felt your climax flow through you in harsh waves, your hips jerking as you came undone against him with a jumbled cry of his name. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as your thighs shook with pleasure, feeling Kaji continue to fuck you through your release as his thumb kept consistent against your clit. It was all too much and not enough at the same time as your walls continued to pulse around him, trying to milk his cock of his spend as you rode out your release.

“Ren.” Your lips parted in a constant pant as you tried desperately to remember to breathe, tongue almost lolling out from between glossy lips as Kaji adjusted your thigh on his hip. Holding you tight as he began to use your body for his own pleasure, fucking into you with haste as he searched for his end. His balls were heady and swollen with cum as they begged to spill into your eager hole, “I wanna make you cum too,”

“You don’t even have to fuckin’ try.” He grunted, your walls clung to him even tighter since your release. Increasing the pleasurable sensation as his pace became languid and desperate, messily thrusting his lips into you as he cherished the way your walls were squeezing around his cock, “I’m gonna—”

“Do it inside.” You barely managed to rasp out breathlessly as Kaji let out a sinful groan in response. Your nails digging into the back of his neck only heightened the pleasure as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling his spunk inside you with a debauched groan.

“Fu-uck.” Kaji’s hips pressed snugly against yours to the hilt as he emptied his heavy balls inside you. Shooting streams of whited, hot cum inside your water walls as your cunt continued to clench around him in satisfaction.

“Take it.” He whispered gruffly, pressing a kiss to the seam of your parted lips as you continued to pant, pathetically trying to capture your breath back.

You basked together in the afterglow as Kaji indulged in you for a moment longer, delighting in the fact you were pumped full of his release as you reached up to push his sweaty fringe away from his face, exposing his forehead as you gave the gash on his brow another frown. The blood now caked and cracked against his skin as Kaji snorted at your face.

“Don’t look at me like that after we just had sex.” He pouts, as you playfully push your finger against his lips to try and push them back down.

“Your cuts gonna get infected— ahh,” You broke off into a whine when Kaji began to pull his softening cock from your tightness, his wound immediately forgotten as he moved his focus to the mess now seeping out of your trembling hole and drooling down your inner thighs. Kaji was quick to save the moisture as he collected it on his two fingers, dragging it back up to your abused sex to push it back inside you as you gasped in surprise. He was quick to move your panties back into place as you grimaced at the sensation of your combined essence soaking the fabric.

“I’ll be fine.” He teased when you gave his wound another look, “I’ve been through worse.”

“That’s not the point.” You deadpanned, watching as Kaji moved back slightly to tuck his softening cock back inside his skinny jeans. Your head rested back against the brick wall as you held onto his arms to prevent your legs from giving out and collapsing to the floor. His touch was gentle as he smoothed your skirt back down your thighs and adjusted your top that had ridden up during the tryst. Unable to stop himself from stealing another kiss from your pouty lips.

“How could I not be fine when I have you to look after me.” Kaji grinned as he bent down in front of you to pick the fallen sucker up from the ground, fingers working at tugging the wrapper off before shoving the stick between his lips.

“Yeah, well you owe me another date night.” You pouted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to lead you towards the local konbini. Practically feeling the warmth still radiating from him as he pulled you against his side.

“What’s wrong with going out now?” You turned your head to look up at him in exasperation as you scrunched your nose.

“You’re ridiculous— you realise you’re covered in blood and I’m now full of you,” You huffed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks at the smug smirk Kaji gave you as you jabbed his chest with a firm finger, “We’re gonna grab some supplies from the konbini and I’m taking you home to fix it.”

“Sounds good, I need to pick up some more suckers—” He smiled, ignoring the throb that still ebbed through his head from the hits he’d endured barely an hour ago as he squeezed your shoulder playfully.

“Kaji!” You glared at the man beside you.

“Don’t call me that when I was just balls deep inside you five minutes ago, sweetheart.”

I guess you fell in to the wrong hands

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༄ Sanzu x reader, Ran x reader, Rindo x reader

One wrong move lands you in the back of Bonten's limousine, at the mercy of the very gangsters you were chasing.

ㅤ— Warnings. AFAB reader, NONCON to DUBCON to NONCON again, noncon creampie, oral (m. & f. Receiving), rough sex, forced breeding, blindfold, bondage, gun play, throat fucking, degradation, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cervix kissing, choking, tummy bulge, foursome lmao, praise, facial, mindbreak, mean Sanzu and Rindo :(

ㅤ— WC. 3.8k (I think I got carried away)

ㅤ— minors don't interact. This work contains dark content, please heed all the warnings before proceeding.

ㅤ— Note. This is my first time writing DC lmao. And they've a limousine because I said so.

#tags. @festive @s-zu @poisanous @manjiken @bbytamaki

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To say that the mission had gone wrong would be an understatement because this is the worst possible outcome.

"Cat got your tongue?" A large hand fists your hair and you've to crane your head back to minimise the sting,"C'mon, Detective." The tape around your lips is snatched free, a hiss leaving your now free mouth. As soon as you part your lips, the nozzle of a gun is pressed up cold under your chin,"Scream n' I blow your brains out." The man- Rindo, warns. Your jaw clenched tightly, fists balled up behind your back with Rindo's tie binding your wrists. Your knees ached from kneeling on the floor of what looked to be the back of their limousine.

Rindo harshly claims your lips, pushing away whatever thoughts you were having. His hand cups the back of your head, making you unable to break the kiss. So, you bite down on his lip. Hard. The action has him reeling back with a grunt, red tainting his lips and purple locks swaying. A gun pokes at your temple,"Ran," The gun eases up but is still present,"It's alright." Wiping away the blood with his thumb, Rindo stares down at you,"I like 'em a bit feisty."

"You're lucky he's in the mood to play." Blue eyes blink up at you, a smirk pulling at the twin scars on his lips,"Or you'd already have a bullet in your head."

The clank of a belt pulls your attention in front. Rindo fists his cock, rubbing the tip on your lips,"No biting." Ran presses his finger on the trigger for assertion. Lips pressed tightly, you refused to give in. His fingers pinched your nose, having your jaw fall in reflex to gather oxygen. His brother shoved his cock in your mouth with a chuckle. Rindo gasped as he felt how warm your mouth is around him, eyes closing with a content sigh,"Oh Detective, yer' s'good at this." He's bucking his hips into your face and manoeuvering your head to meet his movements simultaneously. Your eye twitched in indignation, teeth threatening to scrape at his veiny length but the gun his brother held made you drop that plan.

Rindo, meanwhile, is ecstatic. Seeing the funky little detective on her knees in front of him and sucking on his dick just made him throb. You'd been such a difficult one, throwing a good fight, he's got a nasty bruise on his abdomen, just under his ribs to prove that. But fucking your mouth like this is worth it,"Fuck-" Fingers tighten around your hair when he hits the back of your throat. A choked moan breaks through your occupied mouth, muffled but managing to make Sanzu and Ran's pants tight nonetheless.

"Ngh, not gonna last long." Purple hair sticks to his forehead as he grits out in between groans. His thrusts become erratic, fucking your face roughly till spurts of hot cum fills your mouth. Rindo holds your head down on his dick,"Swallow." And he doesn't let go till he feels you gulp around his cock. Shamefully, you feel your panties dampen from having your throat fucked so roughly.

A moan slipping past his lips as he pulls out. You're leaning forward, lungs pumping in much needed air before a hand grabs your jaw and pulls your face up. A pair of lips crash on yours. Tongue intruding your mouth to savour what's left of Rindo's taste.

Eyes screwed shut, you try to stay still as the wet muscle roams your cavern, jaw aching in his grip. A few long seconds later, when he pulls away you lock eyes with erratic blue ones. Sanzu smirks down at you,"You taste like him."

Rindo scoffs and you can detect a playful tone in the sound. You're suddenly pushed forward by a hand pressing on your shoulder. Face tumbling between the pink haired man's thighs, you feel someone grop your ass,"Just unwrap her already."

Ran laughs, a breathy sound which you hate to admit made your pussy clench. Panic kicks in when your pants are yanked down all the way before deft fingers danced at the hem of your panties,"Hm? You're wet?" The pad of his finger slides over the wet patch of your underwear, pressing teasingly. Shaking your head, you pant heavily, resting your cheek on Sanzu's thigh. The said man chuckled,"Then how 'bout this?" Cupping your cheeks he tilts your face up to meet his gaze,"We play a game and if you win, we let ya' go."

Head dizzy from the harsh treatment from the younger Haitani, you don't think twice before agreeing. Without listening to the wager. Cursing yourself a few moments later as you lay on one of the seats of the long car, hands tied up with Rindo's belt now, readjusted above your head. Rindo's tie serving as a makeshift blindfold around your eyes while the cold nozzle of a gun trailed down your skin, clothes laying on the floor.

A whimper escapes you when the gun digs into your cheek. Ran's condescending coo echoing near your ear. The nozzle is soon nudging your lips before gliding past with aid of the drool glistening on them, courtesy of Rindo. The gun fucked your mouth, soaking the metal in your spit before pulling away,"Who was that, Detective?" Rindo's voice is a distant purr, probably because he's draped on the opposite seat. Biting your lip, you ponder a bit,"Ran."

"Wrong." You can hear the smugness in Rindo's voice but your angry train of thoughts are cut short when the gun is back on your skin. The wet nozzle is cold on your torso, trailing down your stomach before teasingly pressing against your panties. Your knees are torn open to allow the gun to continue on its path. A finger pushed your soaked panties to the side, dragging the nozzle on your slit. You gasp, breathless at the contact. A yelp tears through your mouth when the gun pushes past your entrance, your warm walls clamping around the cold metal,"Oh, look how you're ruining the gun." Sanzu rasps, entranced by the way the gun is coated in your juices as it's pulled out before slamming in roughly. Your pathetic moans embarrass you while they only aided in arousing the lurching men in the car.

The filthy scene of having a gangster's gun bullying into your pussy and oh- the went sounds that keep flooding in, you can't help but moan. Biting your lip, you try to subdue the sounds but it's so difficult when the hard weapon is thrusting inside you so harshly. Your toes curl and hips twitch as you near an unexpected, unwanted orgasm. But just as your walls clench, the gun's gone. Taunting chuckles erupt around the space before Rindo asks,"Who just fucked your slutty cunt with the gun?"

The ruined orgasm spiked irritation in your veins. Through the haze, you tried to think. When Ran spoke, it was Sanzu. So this time it must be,"Ran."

"You seem to want my brother an awful lot, Detective." Rindo clicks his tongue,"Sanzu, why don't ya' show her who just fucked her with the gun?"

A drop of perspiration trickling down your neck, the wager was, the winner gets whatever they want. Naoto had warned you that a single slip up can prove to be life threatening. That these were very dangerous people. But now that you're here, under their prying eyes, your body's second guessing if you wanna leave. Or maybe it's just your arousal talking.

Your closing legs are spread open by a gentle palm,"Before you ruin her, I'mma have a taste." Ran husks, lips pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Your blindfold is yanked down, the tie loosely pooling around your neck as Sanzu filled your vision. His mouth falling on your tits, sucking and teasing the hard buds,"You'll watch." Sanzu mumbles into your skin,"You'll watch everything we do." A hand squeezes your plump flesh harshly to accentuate his words.

The short purple haired man in turn settles between your legs. Tongue pressed flat on your clit, he hums,"S'sweet." A wet suckling had blood pooling at your cheeks,"You're getting off on this, eh?" Rindo leans forward and smirks at your half lidded eyes. A far way from the prestigious officer of law who had kicked him not even an hour ago. Your tummy flutters, the metaphorical coil tightening at his jeers. Your tied wrists are held in position by Sanzu's huge hand, discouraging any movement.

Light pink strands dragged along the valley of your breasts with Sanzu coating your nipples with his spit and biting. Your shoulders roll in the testament of pain but the jolts of pleasure from your pussy makes your back arch. You could feel Sanzu smirk against your skin but you're too busy whimpering for them to form a retort.

Ran moans as he swipes his tongue across your slit, dipping the tip in between your warm folds. His purple hair brushes soft between your thighs when he buries his face into your cunt. Nails digging into your palms, you try to bite back on your moans but Sanzu and Ran's mouths on your skin made it difficult. Your eyes squeeze shut as Ran's nose nudges against the hood of your clit. Lilac eyes watch you gush on the older Haitani's tongue, who devours you with loud slurping noises.

"'Nough now." Legs shaking as you pant breathless, coming down from the high while Sanzu pushed Ran away from you,"Gunna' show this bitch that yer' too soft to fuck her with a gun," A hasty rustle is heard with Ran's chuckle just before Sanzu smears the tip of his cock against your glistening pussy lips,"Like I did." He's bottoming out in a hard flick, uncaring about the scream that you let out as he stretched your walls without any real prep,"Oh- oh fuck," Digging tiny crescents on your thighs, he grips them unceremoniously. It burned, hurt but your body welcomed the pain, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensation.

Your hands rose in protest, to push away at his chest but Ran's long fingers caught them, shoving them back on top of your head. With a smirk, he watched you struggle against their hold. His large hand draped over your mouth to subdue your screams,"Shhh," Soft lips press to your temple, a seemingly soft gesture but you should know better.

"Look a'her. She's still got some fight left in her." Rindo muses, resting his elbows on his knees. Sanzu pulls out all the way just to slam his cock back in,"Guess I'll just have to fuck the fight outta her then." Deep grunts rattle his chest as he feels your pussy wrap tightly around his length,"Ah you're s'fucking tight," The criminal moans above you, fucking you like a wild animal,"This is the best pussy I've ever had mhn," He's gulping when you thrash under him. The sadistic glint in his blue eyes has you whimpering and his cock bullying into your overestimated cunt wasn't helping,"Please," You beg,"'tis too much- ah!" Sanzu's hands press your knees up to your chest, folding you in half to go deeper. The new angle pulled shrill cries from your throat because his tip was knocking at your cervix,"Sanzu!" Tears streaming down your eyes, you plea for mercy but the man above you has this twisted grin, fucking you harder,"Haru." Ran coos, trailing his index finger down your cheek, a deep satiated sparkle in his beautiful purple orbs,"Call him Haru."

Lower lip trembling, you do as advised, his name rolling sweetly on your tongue. His jaw clenches taut,"Fuck," His name sounds so tempting laced in your voice,"Haru, Haru, Haru-" You choke up, stumbling his name in a prayer as your cunt spasms around his dick. Yet he still drills into your ever tightening hole with vigour, fucking you through your unwanted orgasm. Thrusts grew erratic as he neared his release, muttering curses under his breath,"Not inside her." Hesitantly, he pulled out his cock at Rindo's order, fist wrapping around the head to jerk ferociously,"Not yet at least." The hint at the unsaid words made him smirk through his high, releasing ropes of white semen on your cunt and thighs,"Oh, look at this," Sanzu laughs, exchanging places with Ran to grip a handful of your hair,"Made such a mess on my cock," Manoeuvering your face to the side, he's pressing his cock against your lips,"Clean it up, whore."

Ran grabs your boobs, squeezing the soft plush before humping his cock head on your entrance,"You ready for me, doll?" He's nicer than the other two in slowly pumping his cock inside your hole, giving you time to adjust while Sanzu's cock lay heavy on your tongue,"Use that tongue," He yanks at your hair harshly,"Fucking do it, slut." Swirling your tongue around his glistening cock, you wince at the mixture of your and his taste,"Oh, just like that, ah." His groans made you clench around Ran's dick and he laughed,"For someone who's an officer of law, you sure seem to enjoy being fucked by criminals." He rocks against your abused cunt a little, testing if the aftershocks of your previous high has subdued. You moan softly around Sanzu's cock and he's pulling out to not overestimate himself,"Maybe we should take her to Mikey."

"D'ya think of anything other than Mikey?" Ran grunts, teasing the man with scars but there's a hint of frustration in his tone.

A hand slithers around your neck, fingers pressing against the air columns dangerously,"Eyes on me now, dollface." The sickly sweet smile on his lips, a sharp contrast to his malicious gaze. One deep thrust and your head is thrown back, toes curling in from how deep he is inside you,"Still so tight," He's longer than Sanzu, filling you so nicely that you don't even remember why you were fighting against them,"Even after Haru fucked you, hm?" Ran moans and the sound made your pussy clench,"Looks like I'll just have to fuck you better, yeah?" You're heaving shallow puffs of hot breath, too lost to answer. But the question wasn't meant for you because Ran's eyes flicked to meet the other man's blue ones who scoffed at the words.

"Wow." Rindo's voice snaps the men from their stare. He moves, leering over your body beside Sanzu in an instant while you squirm under his brother. Following his brother's gaze, Ran's eyes land on your form, whistling once he noticed the outline of his cock under the skin of your belly,"Holy shit," Sanu smirks at the sight as Rindo presses his warm palm down on the bulge. Ran stills inside you, gripping your hips tightly to avoid cumming right there like a damn teenager. You though, are wailing from the slight pain,"Please, Ran,"

The men smirk, you finally fell for Ran's trick,"As you wish, my pretty doll." Pulling you up by the grip he had on your throat, his mouth clashes against yours. His tongue picks up hits of your sweet taste on your tongue mixed with Sanzu's. Pulling you on his lap as he sits back on the seat, Ran moves your body on his dick with ease, your smaller frame just acting the purpose of a rag doll for his pleasure. Your bound wrists rested behind his shoulders, arms around his neck as you kissed him back,"She sure likes you, Ran." Sanzu snickers, palm striking at your ass hard. You cry into the kiss from the impact,"Shh," A buck of his hips up to yours had you falling back into moans for him,"I got you."

A thumb prods at the tight puckered hole,"No!" Ran is quick to shush you,"It's alright," His hand gently cages your breasts. Sanzu snickers behind you,"We don't have lube anyway." One last slap on your stinging ass and you're pressing harder against Ran's body. Trailing his fingers down your curves, he drapes his palm on the small of your back. Purple orbs urge you to ride him at your pace,"Such a good doll for me," He smirks when you pump yourself full of his cock with each thrust,"Doing s'good for me, hm?" The hand on your breast is busy teasing the nipple, his mouth paying attention to the other,"Ran," You sultry moan would've shocked you if you were in the right state of mind,"Gonna cum,"

"Then go ahead n' cream on my cock, doll." His sweet tone is triumphed by his brother's biting one. Rindo's hand wraps around your neck as it slides around your shoulder,"Moaning like a whore for my brother."

Ran's chuckle fans breezy on your breast, his lips still wrapped around your nipple as he feels you clench around his cock at his brother's harsh words,"Fucking cum on his cock, slut." Rindo snaked his other hand around your waist, fingers finding your puffy clit, pinching roughly. Your nails dug on his brother's shoulders, a wail dragging on your tongue as your orgasm ripped through every fiber of your body,"Oh- oh fuck," Ran held your hips, moving them to ride you through your high before he's pulling you off his throbbing cock. Rindo pushes you down on your knees, in between Ran's legs, hand holding your jaw up to face his older brother,"Tongue out." Dizzy and tired, your mouth falls open, tongue drooling on your lower lip. Your eyes focus on Ran's face, brows furrowed in pleasure and mouth forming a small 'O'. His hand fisted his cock, jerking faster till he's cumming with a moan, thick spurts of cum shooting on face, falling on your tongue and on your cheeks.

"What a messy slut you are, Detective L/N." Rindo turns your face to his. Smirking sadistically when he notices the lost look in your eyes. His thumb pushes the bit of cum at the corner of your lips inside your mouth,"Maybe I should fuck you like you deserve." You're pushed down on the floor of the car, face flush against the carpet, ass raised.

Rindo smacks your ass before thrusting his dick inside your used pussy,"Still tight, ah-" He chokes up on his groan as he buries balls deep in your cunt,"We should keep her." You recognize Sanzu's voice barely above your own moans,"She's already ours,"Aren't ya', doll?" You're too dumb to do anything but moan with Rindo fucking you into the floor. A hand gripping tight on your hair yanked you up to face Ran's devilishly handsome face,"Answer him, whore."

Tears slip down your cheeks, mingling with Ran's sticky cum at the jolts of pain at your scalp. The Haitani knelt in front of you, taking your burning face in his huge palms,"You belong to us now." Thumb pressing on your lower lip, he pulled your mouth open. His brother's hips slammed into yours with such force that your body shuddered, eyelids dropping heavy. A hot globe of wetness hit your tongue with a 'putah'.

Fingers pressed into your cheeks, near the corners of your mouth to push your mouth close,"Got it?" You saw the darkness in his eyes as you swallow his spit. Managing out a mushed "yes" Between moans, you try to hold yourself up on shaky arms. Your knees scraped on the carpet with each ruthless thrust from Rindo. You're nearing another orgasm even after the ones you just had.

Rindo's fingers tangle in your strands, pulling hard to make you cry out,"That's it, whore." Ran's hand is around your throat now, tight and unyielding,"I can feel you clamping down on me. You're about to cum, aren't you?"

"Again?" Sanzu sneers, grabbing your cheek to hurl you towards him. Tilting his head to kiss your mouth, he groans upon catching a taste of Ran,"What a pathetic slut."

Rindo is grunting, purple and black strands falling in front of his eyes as he nears his own precipice,"Maybe I should cum inside you, a gift from Bonten." Eyes shooting wide open, you struggle under the three men's hold but to no avail,"Please, no-" Ran is pressing his lips to the shell of your ear,"Shh, it's alright," He's hushing you down but you don't fall for it this time,"No, anything but that, please Rindo- oh!" A hand sneaked around to play with your clit,"Won't you be a good girl for me, doll?"

Sanzu scoffs in mockery,"She's not your good girl, Ran." Digging his fingers in your cheeks, he spits in your mouth,"She's our dirty whore," Icy blue eyes observe as you gulp down his gift in a panicked frenzy,"Right, Rin?"

"Yeah," Said man growls, pressing the pads of his fingers on your clit, rubbing tight circles to pull sweet sounds from your unwilling lips,"Fuck, you're clenching me s'tightly, fuck." You try to beg him but his cock hitting that spot inside you again and again had your vision spotting and mind going blank,"Fucking stop complaining and take what I'm giving ya'."

Your head falls forward in Sanzu's hands as Rindo's thrusts tip you over the edge. You recognize his distant grunts through the ringing in your ears,"Cumming-" Panic blooms in your chest again once you hear his words,"No, please, not inside!" Sanzu claims your noisy mouth, muffling all complains,"Fucking take it, detective." Rindo's voice breaks as he starts cumming, painting your walls white,"Take it all," He's pumping inside you with sloppy thrusts. You sob against Sanzu's mouth, his tongue assaulting your mouth.

"I think she did pretty well." Ran chirps,"Took all three of us like a good doll." You collapse on his lap, his thigh pillowing your head. His fingers move the locks of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and something that seemed to be akin to adoration in his eyes.

Two fingers are plugged in your soiled cunt after Rindo pulled out his softening cock,"Couldn't have you wasting your parting gift, now, can we?" He's gathering the drops of his cum trickling down your thighs and pushing them in your fluttering pussy,"What a greedy fucking whore." Sanzu whistles when you moan at the feel of Rindo's fingers thrusting slowly inside your hole,"What would your partner say if he saw you like this, being our cumdump, huh?" Your glassy eyes and trembling lips only made the younger Haitani chuckle.

"Who am I kidding, you're already ours."

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𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | Oikawa Tooru.

You’re in love with each other. Which part of it do you not understand?

Pairing: FWB!Obsessive!Oikawa Tooru x reader.

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Angst(?), suggestive, fluff depending on your perspective.

Warnings: Cursings, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, delusions, impure thoughts, implied manipulation, abandonment issues, jealousy, very little blood, oikawa needs therapy, mental breakdown, reader needs to run.

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Overnight Lovin’

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: smut, alcohol mention, oral sex(f!receving), dumbification, dirty talk, whipped!Kiyoomi, mutually cumdrunk, PnV sex, creampie. Minors do not interact.

wc: 3.2k

This is not your bedroom.

As much as you’d kill for it to be. Silk cotton stuffed duvet a rich maroon in accordance to equally as soft sheets. Carefully shined mahogany floors checkered in wine colored Persian, a bedroom that’s more fantasy love suite than any commonplace bedroom and fuck if this mattress isn’t like heaven to lay on.

But this isn’t your bedroom.

You point your nose to the oversized shirt flooding a little under your collarbones. It’s just a simple horror tee. Dark colored kanji hovering over an illustration of Jason half obscured by cartoon blood and soft to the cotton touch. It’s big enough to cover a good portion of your thighs that are… not dressed with anything. Huh. Yeah, you are- You feel up your modest covering with a quick pat down of your hands. - Completely naked under this. And honestly a little sore. A certain shift of your hips has your pelvic area throbbing back at you like it’s already tapping out, fingerprint bruises on your thighs that feel tender when you poke them; even your tits are sore - nipples perking under your shirt like they’ve already been prodded and played with. Whoever the hell you went home with last night gave you a run for your money.

Come to think of it, what the hell even happened last night? Last you remember you were twisting your hips against a bar stool while your college buddies raved on ecstasy and coke on the dance floor. — A Shirley temple was enough to start your party high without indulging in any illicit drugs, but you’ve never been much of a drinker. That fizzy cherry vodka already had you buzzing, a few more of those and who knows what’ll happen.

You bite your lip against the grain of new life and newer feelings of lechery. You look too good and too soft not to be bent over a sink somewhere.

“That sweet?” His voice turns your fine hairs into goosebumps. “Looks tasty.”

You gaze up at him with doey eyes so filled with mirth that it makes his palms sweat. “It is.”

You slide your bottom lip through your teeth. Voice as pretty as you are. “You want a sip?”

He’s the smell of Dior and vetiver as he lifts the glass cuplet out of your hands. “Sure.”

You don’t remember who he was or what he looked like but just the memory of his raspy voice turns your sore throbbing into a needy ache. — If the way the sink in his bathroom abruptly stops with a moment of sluggish shuffling, you’re about to find out who exactly it was that rocked your world last night.

You’re already looking up at him when the door opens with a neat click, his muscled limbs stretch his boxers in a way that can only be described as appetizing.

And then you get a good look at his face.

Oh. Holy shit.

There’s… That’s-… How? He looks exactly like he does on his team’s magazine covers. JSM’s top ten lists, Bungeishunjū, and news outlets that brandish his face for a chance at watchability. He’s even more handsome in person. Trademark resting bitch face does little to dilute how painfully attractive he is and if anything the intimidation factor is a bonus. As well as the fame, the money, and of course his position as one of the top most well known athletes in all of Asia.

His name precedes him, the renowned Olympic volleyball player feels even taller than the humble 6’4 his Wikipedia pages cite him as,

He’s Sakusa Kiyoomi.

If it weren’t for the disorienting confusion you may have screamed. This is the guy who fucked you last night within an inch of your life.

Your voice is a little raspy which is expected, but when you open your mouth your jaw is sore. “Ohayō Gozaimasu-“

He clears the floor from the bathroom to the bed in just a few footsteps, you can barely react when he’s grabbing you by the jaw and tilting your head up for a better angle.

And then he’s kissing you.

The kiss is slow and sensual, so sultry that you moan a little in his mouth and he breathes into it with a deep hum. He’s kissing you like he loves you, like he’s crazy about you and like he just can’t get enough. The current of the kiss follows a savory kind of spit swapping that turns your inner thighs misty, and he pulls away with a soft smack that all but leaves a gossamer trail.

His thumb rubs circles on the soft of your cheek. “Ohayō.”

Your heart skips at the little peck he leaves on your lips before finally pulling away.

He runs a large hand through his tousled hair as he moves for a dresser near the vanity. “I ordered us some breakfast that should be here within the hour,”

He pulls out a shirt. “I’d make you some breakfast from scratch but,” Sakusa tugs it over his head. “I figured it’d be cruel to subject you to my cooking this early on.”

You blow a humored breath out of your nose. “I appreciate the sentiment regardless,”

He approaches the bed again and sits himself down across from you, there are love bites on his neck that probably match yours. “I hope you slept well.” He hums. “I slept like a rock because of you, actually.”

Oh god, you don’t even wanna know what kind of raunchy shit you were up to last night.

“I slept like the dead.” You crawl up to him, he’s already opening his arms for you. “Whatever you did put me out like a light.”

You fit in his arms so well it’s almost scary, he wraps his arms around you like he might never let you go. “Uh, Sakusa-san?”

He furrows. “Last name?”

You smile apologetically. “Kiyoomi,” You correct yourself. “I don’t… remember a lot of last night. We came back here from the club, right?”

“You…?” Kiyoomi’s eyebrows shoot up incredulously. “You don’t remember?”

“Not a lot.” You shake your head.

He frowns.

But even still his hand rubs fond lines up and down your back, still holding you just as faithfully, and looking up at you like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. “We marathoned a few drinks and then I had us dropped off at my place. I think… we started in the car, and then in my living room, and then the kitchen, the hallway, my bedroom finally; and then after a few hours we finished each other off in the shower. Around five we kissed until you eventually fell asleep.”

Kiyoomi traces the curves of your lips as he gazes fondly. “Last night was the best night of my life, I think. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone who could make me feel so good.” He proclaims. “I hope it’ll all come to you eventually, it was really something special.”

Well with the way he’s been treating you up to this point, it’s not like you’ll have a hard time believing that. Every earnest caress and look of adoration, the way his voice timbres into a loving hum, so smooth it makes you shiver. Hopefully those memories do come back at some point. You’ll never live it down if you actually missed the best night of your life.

You muse it with a little pout at the thought of that, Kiyoomi debates leaning forward and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “Hopefully I do remember then. It sounds like we had a lot of fun,”

Your pout drops after a short moment of consideration and you lean in even closer. The soft tip of your nose grazes in feather strokes as you skim it over his and slowly ease your lips down the path way to his, tasting his shuddering breaths as you hover there for a few painful seconds. But he all but melts when you finally meet. A chaste lingering kiss at first, a few sensuous short ones; you do him the courtesy and suck his bottom lip in your mouth instead. — Letting it snap back before you’re starting a trail down his cheek and kissing up until you're nosing under his jaw, using your loving hand to tilt his head up and give you the access that you seek.

He could buy you a ring right now, he wouldn’t even regret it. You don't even remember what you two got up to last night and still you’re caressing him in a way that gives him goosebumps. If you keep this up, he might wind up funding your entire life.

You bring your head up again and pull him into another kiss. Slow and open mouthed, and he damn near purrs when you start pushing your fingers through his hair. “Regardless, you feel amazing.” You whisper against his lips.

God, you might be trying to kill him. “I wouldn’t mind a refresher if you’re up for it.”

He sighs through his nose as he ducks his head to burrow himself into the crevasse over your shoulder, already peppering in searing kisses down your throat. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.”

Kiyoomi sucks in a love bite that makes you whimper so pretty. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good you can’t take it.”

With the way you’re already making a mess in his lap, you believe him.

—

He’s a good kisser.

Regardless of where his lips end up. He’s a little messy, a little heavy with tongue, slow when it matters and firm when it counts. He’s great with his mouth. Surprising since he’s known for being somewhat of a recluse in the opinion of the public eye. Some call him aloof, others call him cold, the majority call him intimidating, but right now what comes to your mind is giving.

The way he spits on your already messy pussy makes your eyes roll.

You inadvertently hump into his face as the combination of his tongue and fingers set the pit in your stomach ablaze. He’s fucking you with his mouth so thoroughly that the skewlch of your building arousal reverbates throughout the room. You almost feel bad about how much your thighs are all but compressing the sides of his head, but every effort to lighten up on him has him tightening his hold on you to keep him locked against your sloppy cunt.

You hiss through your teeth as your fingers card through his hair. “F-Fuck… Omi…!”

Kiyoomi moans against your clit at the wanton sound of your pitched voice. Airy, and breathy, and intoxicating. He’s grinding himself so desperately into the mattress that he’s sure he’s gone sticky.

The veins in his arms pop as he persistently fucks his fingers into your tight little hole, sloppily sucking your swollen clit as the way you roll your hips into his face drives him crazy. “You’re gonna make me cum…!” You whimper. “Fuck, Kiyoomi!”

That crude mixture of his spit and your cum is starting to form a little puddle under your backside, every bit of you he doesn’t get to swallow he doubles his efforts to drink you up sprucely.

Hearing you teeter over the edge makes him feel like he’s following close behind. Your moans are so astonishingly pretty that it’s turning his brain all fuzzy. “Ffffuck! Oh fuck. Oh my god, baby! Fuck-! I-I’m…I’m cumming…!”

Kiyoomi groans drunkenly into your cunt as it suckles on his fingers, he’s so determined to drink every last drop of your cum that he almost comes off as depraved. Lewdly slurping you up as the way he desperately sucks on your clit makes you whine into the air. Still indulging himself in your mess even as you whimper from overstimulation.

He only pulls away because the way you’re begging for him to fuck you is sending him into a frenzy. “Wan’ it so bad, Omi. Please? Do whatever you want to me. U-Use me up!”

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi hums into your mouth as you suck yourself off of his tongue. “Want me to use you? I’ll fuck you till you cry, you know.”

Your misty eyes make his heart skip, the way the head of his cock catches your entrance feels like stepping into heaven all over again. “Please, baby? Give it to me. ‘Wanna feel you inside!”

He gapes a little as he presses himself in, so overwhelmed that his head falls into your shoulder and it’s an effort for him not to outright cry out at how fucking unreal you feel.

He thinks he might just be falling in love with you. Having a pussy like this may just be a hazard for his mental health, there’s no way he’s letting this slip throughout his fingers. “Oh my god,” Kiyoomi chokes. “O-Oh my fucking god.”

“You feel… unbelievable, angel,” He starts his pace. God, fucking you is actually pushing him to the brink of insanity. “…oh my fucking-… s-so tight! So fucking wet for me, angel… holy shit…- you’re so good to me, baby.”

His breathless praises are sending you alight. He’s so deep in your guts that you’re sure you’d find a bulge if you looked down at where your bodies meet. “So good…! So, so good!”

The way you hold each other is so desperate and devoted that it feels biblical. “I can feel you in my stomach, Omi… So deep…! Y-You’re… too deep!”

Kiyoomi grunts as he pushes himself in to the hilt and holds himself there for a blissful second. Grinding his hips in shallow circles that make you choke on your tongue, but you barely know the half of until he’s lifting up one of your legs.

And then the other, lifting on his knees till he’s hovering over your pretty face, - and then he starts pistoning.

The way your face contorts from a flustered glimmer of welling tears to a blissed out gape that cutens as your tears fall is enough to make his balls feel tight enough to burst. Never mind how fucking amazing this new angle is, watching you lose your mind under him as those pretty tits move to the current of his thrusts is making his brain feel all cloudy. — He’s sure the eye contact he’s keeping is transparent in the fact that he’s turned a little love drunk. Ducking his head to press tempered kisses on your throat, but he can’t help himself from the way his lips skim up to your ear and his mouth moves without him really thinking about it.

It’s a pleasure induced haze, he’s sure. But he can’t be forgiven for the absolute filthy things he’s saying to you.

“You hear that?” He drags in a few particularly forceful thrusts that make you sob so prettily for him. “You’re really soaking me up, huh.”

“Is it that good? You feel me deep in your tummy?” Kiyoomi swivels his hips. “S-Shit. What a pretty fucking noise that just was. Fuck, baby. - Oh, are you crying?”

“Too much?” But even still he presses more of his weight on you until every thrust is hitting you to the hilt. So deep that every other press of his hips forces a yip out of you that makes his face hot. — He’s really starting to think he might be ruined for anyone else at this point.

“You’re g’nna take it for me anyway though, huh? Slutty baby… You’re gonna let me fuck you brain dead? Fuck you till you’re all stupid for me?”

You sound as far gone as he is. “Y- Yes! Yes!”

“Yeah, that’s it, angel. Such a… fuck… good fucking girl for me.”

You must be close to cumming cause you’re really starting to milk him for all he’s worth. Sucking him back in every time he pulls away and every moment he continues to fuck into you you only get tighter.

He’s losing his mind. “Ohhh fuck. Fuck! I swear to god I’m gonna break you. G’nna - shit - gonna fuck you till you’re all mine, yeah? H-Holy shit-“

Kiyoomi groans at the way your fingernails start to dig groves into his back. “Mhm. Mark me up, angel. Wanna see you all over me when we’re done.”

You grab a helping of his hair and hold on to it for dear life, you’re drooling at this point. “Oh my god… oh m’ god, Kiyoomi… I’m- I’m gonna make a mess!”

“Yeah?” Which obviously means he’s reaching down to rub messy circles on your clit. “Gonna make a mess? Wanna soak me in your pretty cum?”

“Give it to me then, baby. I’ll fill you up so good when you do.”

You croon in his ear and it sounds like gospel.

And then you’re soaking the bed with your cum.

Kiyoomi doesn’t let up even as your juices wet down his pelvis and legs. He doesn’t stop his punishing thrusts or the rhythm he’s keeping on your clit, still whispering words of filth and praise in your ear, — and it looks like you’ve completely lost yourself to the pleasure at this point. The way his name is clipping so desperately off your tongue is making his eyes roll into his head. And it’s just a few more moments of fucking into your spasming pussy till he’s following you off the edge.

“Oh god. Oh my god.” He hisses. “Mmmh - Oh fuck, baby. I’m cumming… f-fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

Oh god, even after last night there’s still so much of it. So much and so hot. Just the feeling of clenching on his hot cum as he continues to fuck into you is sending you over the edge again. God, the sounds you’re both making. Thank goodness his penthouse is big enough to not worry about disturbing any of his neighbors, reinforced flooring probably snuffing out the sound of your debauched love making. He’s never been the most vocal in bed but you’re making him whine into your ear like a cheap whore. And the sounds you’re making - Fuck, the sounds you’re making, he wouldn’t be surprised if he turned his head and found the decorative plants near his terrace sprouting flowers. It shouldn’t even be possible to sound that fucking good and feel this fucking amazing all at once.

Kiyoomi doesn’t even realize that bed making firm clicks into the wall until he starts to slow up his thrusts. Gradually coming down from his high until his desperate movements become slow and sensuous grinding, still rocking into you even as you settle again in his arms.

He lifts his head to bring you into a lazy kiss, a little sloppy, a little butterfly inducing.

You sigh into his lips. “…Holy shit.”

Kiyoomi pulls away to press a few slow kisses into your jaw. “I think I just might be addicted to you.”

“You’re telling me…” You cross your legs over his back. “Is it too early to suggest we go steady?”

He snorts a little. “As if I’m letting you go anywhere after that.”

Kiyoomi raises his back to gingerly kiss you on the lips, so tender it feels loving. Even as he pulls away he seems ailed by it. He is ailed by it. He can’t even imagine how he’ll fare when he has to get up eventually.

His breath is warm against your lips. The way he speaks to you feels reverent. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You smile. And he goosebumps. “Aren’t I lucky then?”

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a girl can only do so much when threatened to the edge. no sane person is willing to jump, but the alternative isn't any better, is it? my piece for the mythology collab from hqhq! ♡ i struggled a lot so if it is disjointed i do apologize. I wrote my love Iwa as TÝR (God of justice, war and the sun) because I really wanted to do a gods piece but I didn't want to go for the greek gods this time.

.wordc. 4.5k+ tw noncon, size kink (hajime is 7ft+ in this), degradation, master, power abuse, coercion, unrelated violence/blood, hairpulling, breeding, (1) tummy bulge

We begin in the dark and birth is the death of us— Antigone

Two ravens pass low over the rolling hills, as you pull your cloak closer around you. The thick layer of white hangs impatiently above the grain as the world prepares for sleep, your nose a bitten by the frost. You chew your lips only a second before pushing on. And though the night is plenty scary on it’s own, your heart beats violently against the curve of your ribs. It only serves to remind you how easily shattered bone is, and how soft your skin.

The fields make way for a looming, dark structure through the fog, seeming to crawl its way out of the earth with claws and teeth. There’s no doubt it must’ve looked majestic at one point in time, but dusk leaves the gold pillars with only a muddled sheen of glory, and winter has already gnawed at the foundations.

Cold shivers climb higher and higher up your spine as one of the ravens lands on the edge of the roof, making you stop right in place with held breath. To your slight relief, it only eyes you for a moment before flying off. Knowing one god will be watching you in there is more than enough pressure already.

By the time you get to the stairs, the bottom half of your clothes is damp and weathered, but at this point you have no choice but to give up on seeming high and mighty. You don’t have much to hide anymore. The towering building whines as you push at the door but gives in, and the door falls shut with an echoing noise. With a thick layer of dust that kicks up any time you take a step, your worry both lowers and grows a bit brighter. On one hand, it seems like he has abandoned his place of worship. But on he other— the worshippers have too, and gods don’t take too kindly to being forgotten.

With a deep breath, you crawl over a part of the cracked table, then kneel down to brush away some of the dust. There’s only a small prayer that rings through your mind as you take out a stone from your bag and trace the runes carved into the floor, then place down your candles in every cardinal direction and your offering. The last of your jewelry. “Please work,” you whisper to yourself, “I don’t have the time for this. We need your help.” The silence, thick and pressing, drags on for a few tense minutes, and your heart lurches into your throat as you wait. But it doesn’t come, nothing comes, and your eyes fly open again.

Ever so slowly, you can feel that childlike bit of hope extinguish inside you too. The gods might as well be dead. With a deep sigh you pick yourself up from your knees, moving a pebble with the tip of your shoe as you really let the soreness of your shoulders sink in. This must be what defeat is like. It only stings when you feel the cold metal of your family crest below your collarbones, looking around the place once more. Cobwebs cover most of the supporting beams and any precious jewels have already been pried out of the walls, so there’s not much to worship left anyway.

As you walk to look out the window at the purple evening sky, a soft noise rings in the back of your head though. Sounding almost like— burning. Turning on your heels, you stumble back so quick you almost trip. The candles are burning bright, a scorching blue flame cracking and snapping as the wicks are eaten up before your eyes. And with your hairs standing all the way up, you stay frozen in place for what feels like an eternity. Deep breaths, you remind yourself, deep, long breaths. You manage to calm down a little as you close your eyes.

“I suppose it’s nice that people still try to pray,” a deep, gravelly voice fills the temple, sounding both like a child’s whisper and a thunderstorm. It feels like an assault to your brain, and you’re so stunned for a few seconds that you forget to breathe. “But I’m not really the forgiving type.” You can only reach up to brush your hands at your ears, surprised that you’re not bleeding. It feels so warm and sharp, piercing through skin and bone. It’s only when you hear footsteps that you’re able to snap out of your daze enough to recognize that a voice belongs to a person, that you were alone and now you’re not. He walks around you to kneel at the flames, easily picking up the golden piece and paying you no mind.

As you try to understand any of what just happened, you loosen your grip on your clothes and frown, puffing your chest out just a little. You didn’t just go through the worst week of your life to get robbed again. “Hey, that’s not yours to take. Give it back,” you say, putting out your hand with a frown. “Who are you anyway?”

The man straightens up as you watch, following the flexing of his back and shoulders as they move the dark ink there. You only allow yourself to stare for a moment though. You swallow when he turns, suddenly noticing how much he really towers over you when you meet his eyes. He’s huge, at least a foot taller than any man you’ve ever seen and as muscular as the best of them too. There’s a slight twitch in his brow when his eyes drop to your outstretched hand, and you instantly feel laughable. Barely a pebble for this giant of a— whatever he is.

To your relief he doesn’t mention your call for discipline, and responds with that same bone piercing tone as he motions around. So distracting. “Where do you think you are right now?” The purposefully vague answer trickles down into your mind as he pockets the last of your valuables, lips dropping open.

Before you can get anything out of your gaping mouth, he cuts you off by lifting a hand. “Quiet, human. I’m not the cheery type, and I haven’t had any worthwhile offerings in quite some years. It’d be best to keep that in mind before you speak.” As he assesses the temple with a growing frown, you instead stare him down for a few seconds, letting your eyes run all over to really take him in.

Dark hair frames a handsome face, of someone who you’d guess to be a few years older than you— in normal situations. Sharp jaw and an iron expression, but the most beautiful warm, green eyes you’ve ever seen. Like spring, like the mossy hills of home. And the blades attached to his hip only solidify your thoughts. Týr.

You swallow as you take a few steps back, suddenly wanting nothing more than to turn and run all the way back home without stopping. Your situation nags at you as soon as you think it though, recognizing one sad truth. Your home is nothing more than a sad pile of ashes, you have nothing left to go back to. There’s nothing left to do other than bend down and pray for divine intervention anyway. Might as well.

“I need your help,” you start, and he doesn’t spare you a glance as he speaks.

“I am aware. You think I come down for any unlucky fool who breathes my name if they don’t have a reason?” For a few seconds you debate answering that in your head, but it wouldn’t do you much good. Not when all you have is snarky comments in return. “Don’t waste my time. Come on, out with it.”

“My village, and most of the other villages further inland have been run over with crusaders. They burned our houses, stole us dry, and now they’ve taken the men. They took my little brother and my sister’s infant son too.” Your heart aches at the thought of anything at all happening to them. “They took them— My people are dying out there while you sit back and wait, and I- I want them back. I need help.” You take one deep breath, your voice turning desperate. “I am asking you to help me,” you rephrase, feeling the nerves burn high on your cheeks. It doesn’t matter. This was your last resort. If not this, you’ll never see them again. You owe it to yourself to try.

Admittedly, he only chuckles once at your bold claim, finally turning back to you and letting his eyes glide over your -in comparison- feeble body. And your skin feels on fire as he does, burning through your veins. “And what am I supposed to do with that, little girl?” The taunting way he drags out the words makes your jaw clench, biting back some unsavory words. He might be entertaining you now, but you have no doubt that he’d find getting rid of you as difficult as breathing. Before you can answer, he seems to ripple at the edges right before he vanishes in thin air, landing behind you.

“Seems to me like you’re asking a whole lot and not offering me nearly enough in return.” The heat of his body near yours is enough to almost melt your resolve. You feel small around him, insignificant.

You focus your gaze on the flickering of the candles instead of his presence so close to you, almost enveloping you in his scent, and bite your lip. “I have nothing left to offer you.” He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe, or say anything at all, and it’s this that leaves you so vulnerable. Because he knows this, he must. And the only thing you have left- “My life? Is that what you want?” Your fingers are cold as you reach up to grab your necklace, clinging onto it. “My life for theirs then, that’s fair.”

A huff brushes over the skin of your neck. “You think I want your life? Your life means nothing to me,” he says, walking around you to push out the candles one by one. “You haven’t won any battles, no home, no glory. You have no legacy. You really don’t possess much of anything. I could give a rat’s ass about your life, what I want is repayment.”

“Well, whatever it is you want-” you snap, glaring at his back, “you’ll get. Anything I can give, I’ll give.” You wait intently for his reaction, looking at the swirling tattoos that seem to shine a deep red at this angle. He doesn’t move, and you can feel yourself get antsier by the second. “Whatever you need. Just get everyone that was taken home safely.”

There’s a strange ringing in your ears the longer you wait in the silence, but to your relief, he finally puts you out of your misery when he hums. A soft, gentle sound, it soothes your soul just a little. The tension finally ebbs out of you bit by bit.

“Good,” he grunts, straightening his arms above his head as he stands back to his full size. All the heavy looking charms and bands glint around his biceps in the last of the daylight as he flexes, before he turns and comes to stand in front of you, leaning down to meet you halfway. “You just had to say, little one.” His large hand comes to grab the necklace you’re still clinging to, trembling a little as you let go. This time, his mouth corners flick up the slightest bit as he raises an eyebrow.

“Well?” You blank a little at the closeness, watching the dark lashes and the pretty green sparkle in the dark, smelling his overwhelming scent and the glow of his skin near yours. When his eyes find yours your mouth drops open, and that’s all he needs. He kisses you, hard, taking your head and keeping you close. You’re so surprised you almost don’t react, but when you do, you stumble back and stare at him. Wide eyed. “What?” he frowns though, lifting a brow. “I told you I’m not easily amused by mortals. Deny me again, pet, and it won’t end well.”

“B-But,” you swallow, taking a step back, “I don’t- I didn’t-”

“You said anything. I have no use for you dead so you have to make yourself useful in other ways, don’t you?” As you think, his large hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into his space again, forcing you to look up and kiss him again. And though he tastes good and his warmth travels all over your body, there’s something so heartbreaking about this. Of course that’s what you were offering him. “Not what you were expecting?” he questions, mouth attaching to your jaw, moving down the length of your neck. “Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

His strong hands find your thighs and already start pulling at the clothing there. He breathes deeply, one hand lowering to stroke the skin just above your center. And it’s this that makes you want to hide away from his touch, for more than one reason. You might’ve said anything— but you didn’t know this is what he meant. You didn’t— He rips part of your clothing aside so easily, exposing your belly and thigh. “Týr.”

“Call me Hajime,” he says, cocking an eyebrow as he looks down at you.

You let out a breath, and ball your hands. Who cares about a name right now, you don’t even want this. “Hajime.”

Before you can even get anything out, he grunts, adjusting himself and pulling your pants down more. “Quiet. Stop talking.” He wraps a strong, muscular arm around your body and brings his other hand down between your legs to rub up and down your tiny slit, forcing his fingers into your wetness. At the feeling you bite your lip, not that it stops the whimper. Two of his long fingers push in until he’s knuckle deep, his palm rubbing over your sensitive clit. “You’re tight.” You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to stay out of your head when he adds his lips again, nipping at your collarbone.

This is so fucked up. It’s messed up and you want to kick and scream, but you can’t make your body do anything at all. As he sucks painful bruises into your skin his fingers pump in and out, pulling a hiss from you when his teeth skim over the sensitive spots. His hands move faster until he can smoothly thrust his long fingers deep inside you. And though it does feel good, you already know it’s not enough when he pulls out and slips the digits into his mouth. You’re way too tense. But you don’t know how to start making that clear, because every time you try to talk he glares at you.

He quickly sheds his clothes and pulls off yours as you let him, desperate to change his mind somehow. But you did say anything you can give, and judging by his sharp focus there’s nothing that will get him out of it. He pulls you over to him and kisses you roughly, keeping you close. You suck your lip into your mouth when he lets go and lays down his heavy, fur coat, before he sits down and motions you closer. You hesitate, but he’s not so gentle when he frowns and pulls you toward him this time, making your knees buckle with the force. You swallow. “You made a deal, pretty one. You can’t back out.”

Your wrists have the marks where his fingers have dug into them earlier, and your nerves are killing you. But he’s right. Every new curve, every dip of his skin, every line and scar, exposed to you is painfully beautiful. If you weren’t so painfully unsure right now, you’d be starstruck. He admires your shape for a bit too, before his hand glides over his clothed cock. “Take that off too,” he orders, tilting his head back a bit. So you do, ridding yourself of clothing and being left in the chill of the room. He takes it and tosses it further away.

With a little whimper, you’re yanked on top of him with your knees either side of his strong thighs and your hands splayed out on his stomach. Everything is just so much bigger, it seems skewed in the worst way. His hard length is fully pressed against the inside of your leg where you’re sat, a feeling that makes you gasp. There’s no way he’ll fit. You try to explain that to him- or anything really, as he grabs your face and kisses you deeply, claiming your tongue with his own. When you pull back for air he’s already pulling you higher onto his waist, and the press of his cock between your legs is a shock to your system. So hot it stings, and huge.

“No, Hajime, I can’t. I can’t, it won’t fit,” you try, whining when he forces your hips to roll against his, only a thin piece of clothing left between you two. He lets out a little hum when you try to push off of him, failing miserably. Your one hand is forced down to where your bodies meet, and he grunts.

“And this, off. I’ll make it fit.” His hands get bruising on your hips, only watching as you fumble with the last bit of his clothing and get it out of the way, before he leads your hips to rub up and down his shaft. You’re checked out though, only able to hold yourself back a little and swallow down your hiccups each time the glistening head of his cock rubs against your sensitive clit. ‘Won’t fit,’ you cry again, and he frowns. “I told you I will make it fit, slut. You’re gushing down your thighs for me already,” he hisses, before lifting your hips and maneuvering you over him way too harshly.

He lines up and pushes inside painfully fast, forcing a few inches in and filling you to the hilt as you let out a choked moan. The stretch is so sharp and painful, your body clenching at the feeling. He’s so big. So, so big. The way he fills out your poor walls is almost too much for your body to handle, and you tear up instantly as he bottoms out. “Ah— ahh,” you squeak, ignoring how he paws at your tits and plays with your nipples. Luckily, he does give you a moment to get used to his size, but it’s still not enough to take away the grating feeling of the first few thrusts.

Ever so slowly, he leads your hips up and slides you down his shaft again. The friction makes your body shake and you can barely breathe, your hand finding support on his muscular arm. “Ah- w-no, need more time,” you try to bite through your tears, but he doesn’t care. He thrusts up into your wet walls, well aimed and relentless. And you sniffle and beg, but you both seem to know that you won’t do anything. Can’t do anything.

His thrusts are slow but way too deep, because you’ve barely been stretched and he’s hitting your walls so high in your belly you’re getting lightheaded. His fat cock twitches as he bottoms you out again, bulging your stomach and making you heave over. Your cheeks are wet when you close your eyes, letting him use your body as he pleases. And though the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your clit

“Does that hurt, little one?” One hand reaching around to pull your head back by your hair, you whine and cry more, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. “Hah, taking my cock so well. You wanted this, didn’t you? Little pet whoring herself out to a god of all things. You’ve got some -hng- nerve.” Each pump inside you is relentless, as if it’s pushing the air back out of your lungs. You’re gushing all over his lap, white ring forming at the base of his cock each time he forces you back down, with you barely hanging onto your sanity as he picks up the pace even more.

Thighs and balls slapping against you and a sheen of sweat covering your bodies, he grunts deep. “So pretty getting filled up by your master’s cock, look at you. S’ like you were made for this. Made to take my fat cock and get pumped full of cum like a little bitch in heat.” You just whine at his words, no longer able to respond. Your mouth is hung open, and he pushes himself up to pull your face to his and shove his tongue between your lips, humming into it. The wet paps of his cock bottoming out in you seem to echo. “That’s it, you’re my little bitch. Mine to ruin and abuse, right? Say it.”

“M’ yours,” you cry out, taking a few gasped breaths.

The precise thrusts get sloppier and faster the closer he gets to his orgasm, chasing his own with soft grunts and moans. And as his painfully tight grip on your ass gets even more bruising he gets closer and closer, pounding into you until you can feel his balls pull closer to you and his thighs tense. He doesn’t stop though, a choked moan of your name rolling from his lips for the first time tonight. “You’re all mine.” One of his huge hands comes to cup your bouncing breasts while his other comes to rub your clit.

The sharp sounds of your bodies meeting with each pump fills the room, and then, with a few sloppy thrusts, he shoots his hot, wet ropes of cum inside you. The building pressure in your stomach coils down when he moans loudly, the sound almost a song, and pushes you over the edge. You have to rely fully on him to carry you through your orgasm, because your legs give out entirely and you’re left a shaking, limp mess of a person. After a few seconds he allows you to collapse into his arms, cock still inside you while your head rests on his heaving chest.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, just lingering in the silence, before Hajime rolls you to the side and pulls out, wincing mutely at the over stimulation. He leaves you on the floor, but puts a thick, heavy coat over your naked body before he stands up, not that you have the ability to process it anyway. You don’t have the energy to move yourself, let alone care about much else besides the call for sleep and the ache between your legs.

“I’ll be back,” he only says, not bothering to clean you up, “wait here.” You’re too exhausted to comprehend his words, and fall asleep almost right away.

+

You wake up with a startle when something taps your foot, shooting back a little. It’s already bright out, eyes fluttering to adjust to the clarity of the sky outside the windows. You don’t feel rested at all, you’re cold and your joints feel so sore, but there’s a strange peace over your mind. One that another impatient kick to your foot disrupts very easily. “Come, little one.”

With a pout, your manage to squint up at him, only to fall completely silent as he reaches out a hand. He’s covered in thick coats of blood, on his arms, chest, thighs. It even got splattered on his face. There’s a gash in his eyebrow that you’re sure will scar at least a little, but he doesn’t look bothered. At the very least, not when he helps you up from the floor, placing the pendant in your free hand.

You’re very relieved to find that you’re already wearing your clothes again, and though you’re fairly certain you didn’t put them on yourself, you’re just glad not to be naked in front of him right now. Your legs are still extremely weak. But here’s a deep sense of responsibility that nags at you. “What happened? Are you— okay?” you start, and he barely moves to glance over his shoulder.

“It’s not my blood.” That’s not what you asked though. He must sense your upset, because he pulls you a bit closer by your wrist to lean down to you. This time it feels less patronizing and more like an offer of peace, meeting you halfway to brush his fingers under your jaw ever so softly. But still. “I’ll be alright, stop worrying.” He holds your chin a bit longer as he assesses you, before finally leaning in further before you manage to pull back.

In the light of day it’s even more apparent that the man before you isn’t like any other person you’ve seen before, from head to toe radiating an air of confidence and security that you can’t shake no matter how much you try. But you also can’t help but feel guilty being this close to him while he’s still covered in drying blood, sticking to your skin and tinting his hands. There’s nothing casual about what just happened, what you can only imagine took place. People have died for this.

People have died because of you. But the light, righteous way he goes about it is probably what you should’ve expected from a god. “Your life for theirs is what you said, right? There’s nothing that guarantees that they are happy with your sacrifice. I hope it was worth it.”

“It was.”

He sighs, irises catching the light with a glint as he straightens up before you, having you tilting your head all the way back. “If you regret your decision later on, don’t come blaming me. This was your promise, not mine.” He eyes you down, then runs his palm up your neck to your cheek. So easily able to hold and caress you. It’d be sweet if not for the way he had and fucked you last night, leaving you in tears. It’s not even an uphill battle anymore.

“And even if you do, you’re mine. You’re mine or nothing at all.” You’ve roped yourself into a lifetime of sacrifice for your family. All you can hope is that they’ll remember you for it. He leans down to kiss your forehead, before pulling you close to him. His lips also glide along your ear and lay a few kisses there, before he speaks. “If you try to run anywhere, I’ll snap that pretty neck of yours myself. That’s a promise, little one.”

Soft clouds of white still leave his lips with every exhale in the crisp air up so high, leaving you mentally wrecked when he pulls back. Despite everything pointing to his lack of humanity, there’s something so strangely, absolutely recognizable about him when he’s so close to you. His temper, lack of tact and the jealousy already burning under his skin are too familiar. Human, warm and real. Though you don’t illusion yourself relating to a god, of all things.

ALL I SAW WAS JEAN'S CHIN AND IM ALREADY GOING FERAL

WE'RE ABOUT TO WITNESS THIS!!!!!

currently thinking about kageyama tobio and his big big cock but him not even being aware of it so when he slides it in he goes all "why are you clenching like that?" SIGH (hi, i'm zade mwah)

hnnNNGGG YOUR MIND >>> (also hi ! i’m jade lmao <333)

“fuck,” he moans, eyes shut tight. “i’m not even all the way and you feel so tight.”

his frame hovers over you, slick sweat coating his forehead, arms caging either side of your face. your hands are linked with his, curved nails digging into his skin.

his eyes cracked open to see your face scrunched up, still hearing those pretty whines. your heels were pressing deep into his lower back but he didn’t mind the sting.

tobio didn’t realize it but he was absolutely hung.

slowly, he shifted his hips towards you, sliding in another inch of his fat cock. he shuddered at how clenched your walls were, the plush fat squeezing around his dick felt like pure ecstasy.

he freezes for a moment, forehead kissing yours. your eyes are closed now, chest moving up and down rapidly. his nose brushes yours, “why’s your cunt moving like that?”

your face heats up, turning away to hide the embarrassment. “come on,” he teases your soaping cunt, swiveling his hips till the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “tell me.”

he grunts, your nails were making his skin scream at this point but he was starting to enjoy the pain.

“y-your too big,” you utter. he pulls his head away from yours, looking down at the small bulge in your stomach.

“oh.”

“but don’t stop.”

“oh?”

now his face was heating up as he quickly slid out of you. before he could let his nerves get the best of him, he rammed back into you, intently watching the bump in your tummy grow bigger.

“god,” he groans, hips bucking wildly now. “so. fucking. tight.”