"likes Mean Nothing On Tumblr" You're Sending Me A Little Heart. That's Not Nothing It's Your Heart.

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

「the princess and the foxes」 | Miya Osamu & Suna Rintarou

SUMMARY: What happens when the foxes hunt down the princess?

WARNINGS: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (fem! and male!receiving), degradation, fingering, double vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

The club lights startle you at first, you squeeze your eyes, trying to get used to the colorful spotlights that run through the place. You grab Kita's hand, letting him guide you and Aran to the VIP salon Atsumu has access to. The smell of alcohol and sweat infested the room and a bunch of people bumped into you as you walked, making you walk closer to the former captain.

“Who let Atsumu choose the reunion place?” You ask.

“He won the last rock, papers, scissors, so it was his turn to pick up a place.” Kita answers and you huff, annoyed.

It was usually Kita or you who would choose where the Inarizaki reunion would be, especially in high school. Since the moment you decided to be a manager of the team, all the boys did every and anything you said, they would even lick the floor you walked on if you asked. The Miya twins always fought for your attention, Osamu was more discreet about it, proposedly giving his best during practice so you would praise him, and Atsumu, who noticed his twin intentions from the beginning, started giving hard sets to his brother so he would miss them, then doing powerful serves to steal praises from you. They ended up bickering with each other and some physical aggressions happened from time to time, resulting in Kita scolding them while Suna took the opportunity to have your attention all to himself. Overall, they were really fun to hang out with and a great team, you definitely loved managing them.

Finally, you get to the salon. It’s a big dark room with red lights, there’s a big bar, a bunch of circular tables with cushions around it dispersed throughout the room, a small stage with a strip pole and a dance floor with glass windows that gives you the view of the people in the club downstairs. It seems like those private clubs you see in movies, elegant and most definitely, really expensive. You wander around a little until you find Atsumu, Akagi, and Ginjima are already sitting on a table with a few drinks on it.

“Hey guys! How yer doin’?” Atsumu asks, getting up to greet the newcomers.

The player hugs the two men in front of you, not minding that they only extended their hands to him, Atsumu always greets them with a tight and warm hug.

“Hi, ‘Sumu!” You say, opening your arms to be embraced in a bear hug from the blond.

“Y/n!” He spins you around a little. “Our princess came!” You laugh, tapping on his arm indicating for him to put you down.

“I always come, Atsumu.”

“Still, it’s always a pleasure to be in the presence of Your Highness.” He raises your hand to his lips and kisses its back, making you laugh once again.

He walks with you to the table and you take a seat beside him. You order some drinks and do some small talk while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. After a while, Omimi and his new girlfriend arrived, followed by Osamu and Suna shortly after.

“When you said we were going to a club, I thought you were going to bring us to a strip club, I’m surprised you were able to control your urge to see half naked girls.” Suna says to Atsumu, making you and the rest of your team laugh quietly.

“Actually, they do have some strippers in here if you want, Sunarin.” Atsumu says with a smirk.

“Nah, the only girl I wanna see dancing on that pole is our princess.” They turn their heads to you, who roll your eyes playfully at Suna.

“Why do they all call you princess?” Maiko, Omimi’s girlfriend, asks.

“She played Princess Orihime in the Tanabata festival in her first year of high school.” Osamu answers.

“And also because she’s precious just like a princess.” Kita adds and Suna agrees.

“Now see, Atsumu, that’s how you should treat a woman.” You say, pointing your cup to the former captain. “Thank you, Kita.”

The setter gives you an ugly face and turns to the others to talk about the current volleyball season. Drinks come and go and after an hour or two most of your friends are drunk, courtesy of the older Miya, who always orders another drink for everyone when their cup is almost empty. You allow yourself to get a little tipsy, not too drunk, considering you have some errands to run tomorrow and you don’t want to get hungover, but enough to enjoy the night just a bit more. Kita and Osamu have work the next day and settle with virgin drinks and Suna decides not to drink too much so he can record Atsumu and Ginjima drunk dancing on a table like they always do.

You drag Maiko to the dance floor with you, and it doesn’t take long before the others join you. It’s been a while since you went to a club to dance, so you take the opportunity to dance the night away and have fun with your best friends. With one drink in your hand and the other swinging around in the air, you sing the songs that are playing along with Atsumu and Akagi, more screaming than singing to be honest.

You take a glance over to the bar and catch Osamu and Suna looking at you while whispering something to each other. Maybe it’s the dark light or the distance between you that is making you see things, but you could swear that that wasn’t a friendly stare. You return the gaze, checking out the two of them while you dance. The tension was built and something in your guts was telling you that was going to be an interesting night.

You turn your back to them. Suna finishes his drink, puts his cup on the counter and starts walking towards you.

“Hello there, princess.” He says, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.

“Hey, Ri-.” Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your hips and a chest touching your back.

“Can we have this dance?” Osamu asks, leaning down to your ear. You smirk and turn your head to look at him.

“Sure thing, boys.”

As the song played they only got closer to you, sandwiching you between them. Osamu’s hips move in sync with yours and Suna’s hands hold your body for his dear life. Their breaths on your neck and warmth make your body hotter as time passes. You lock one hand on the brunette strands beside your head and the other around Rintarou’s neck.

People in the club started to stare at you, while quietly whispering to each other, it startled you a little but the boys paid no mind, they couldn’t care less about people watching, but they did notice your muscles tensing up a little.

“Rin, how about we take our little princess on an adventure in your castle?” Osamu asks and Suna smirks, knowing damn well what this ‘adventure’ is.

“Follow me, Your Highness.” Suna takes your hand on his and walks you away from the dance floor.

[..]

Suna’s penthouse is everything you would expect from a v-league volleyball player, expensive and elegant, it even smells rich. However, you couldn’t take a proper look at it, since Osamu picked you up and dragged you to the bedroom the moment you walked through the door, kissing and painting your neck red. Suna walks behind you quickly, taking off your shoes and throwing them somewhere in the place.

“Should we go easy on her?” Osamu asks, laying you on the black king size bed. Suna laughs.

“Nah, I’m sure she can take it.” He answers, unbuttoning his shirt. “In the end she’ll be asking for more.”

Rintarou grabs your chin gently, and lifts your face up. Is this really happening? He brushes his lips on yours, teasing you, you reach out to him but he pulls away, smirking.

Osamu takes handcuffs off of the nightstand drawers and throws them to Suna, who proceeds to cuff you to the headboard.

“You can take her first, I’ll watch for a while.”

Suna walks to his desk and places the chair in front of the bed. He sits on it with his legs slightly spread, hands resting on his thighs as he waits for the show to begin.

The twin cups your face and slams his lips on yours, you start to lean back down till you're fully laid on the bed. His hands wander around your hips and waist, gripping on your skin. He leaves a trail of hickeys on your neck going down to your chest, he quickly pulls up your shirt, exposing your torso and unhooks your bra. You gasp at the sudden movements, the cold air hitting your body makes you shiver momentarily, but Osamu’s kisses on your boobs and tummy bring you the hotness you need. You turn your head to the side, the sarcastic middle blocker looks back at you with a never ending smirk stamped on his face, he winks and you turn away from him, flustered. You bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs against each other, cursing yourself for enjoying being watched, and by Suna of all people.

Miya‘s lips reach your waistline and he looks up to you for consent, you think for a short while. You still couldn’t believe you were about to be fucked by two of your best friends, not that you didn’t want to or never thought about it, yet you didn’t think you would get the two of them in the same package and there was no way of telling what they had in mind for tonight.

You take a deep breath and nod. Osamu starts to pull your skirt out of you, slowly and teasingly, tracing the outlines of your thighs with his fingertips. He lets the soft fabric fall to the ground and pushes your knees apart a little, just enough for him to leave small open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, climbing up your skin dangerously high. Instintictly, you shut your legs together, an attempt to stop him, but he slides a hand between them and reaches for your wet arousal, rubbing you through your panties. You grip on your own hands, digging your nails back into the palm of your hand. He slips his fingers under the land band and pulls the fabric off of you.

The brunette grabs your knees with both hands and pushes them up to your chest, making you fully exposed to them. You can feel your precum dripping down your hole all the way to your ass. He rubs his middle finger on your entrance, then drags it along your vulva and labia, watering you with your own juice.

You hear Suna laugh under his breath, his mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine.

“Osamu barely touched you and you’re already this wet? I can see how much of a whore you are all the way from here.”

Before you can talk back to him, Samu pushes his tongue inside you. A moan escapes your lips and you arch your back. He moves his mouth rather slowly, taking his time to pull out and lick you up to your clit, tongue flat against you, then softly suck on it, letting it go with a little plop. He pushes your thighs to the side, spreading you more.

“Samu, can you turn her to my side a little more? I want a clear view of her greedy pussy.”

Osamu hums in affirmative, the vibration makes your breath hitch and you clench around nothing. He grabs your hips and moves you more to the side. Rintarou feels his dick throb at the sight, he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down. He wraps a hand around his length, pumping himself as he watches his friend turn you into a moaning mess.

You feel your body getting hotter and hotter as time passes, the younger Miya continues to eat you out painfully slowly, stimulating every inch of you with his tongue and lips. You buckle your hips forward, desperate for more fiction.

“Faster.” You whine.

He presses your hips on the bed to keep you in place and speeds up, moving intensely. You arch your back and moan loud. You hear some groans and look down to see Suna jerking off while staring at you. Fire takes over your body and you can feel a knot starting to form on your lower abdomen. Suddenly, Osamu pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as he moves them in and out of you while sucking clit.

He adds a third finger and curves them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and that’s all it takes for you to cum all over his fingers and mouth, legs shaking. He descresses his speed until you come down from your high, then slowly pulls his fingers out of you. Osamu has your juices all over him, nose, mouth, chin, and even his chest. He brings his fingers up to his face and hums as he sucks them clean.

“I want a taste of her, too.” Suna says, getting up from his chair.

He comes up to the two of you and puts a hand on the back of Osamu’s neck, then pulls him in for a kiss. Your eyes widen at the sight, your clit pulsates and that hotness from earlier comes back to your body. Suna pushes his tongue against Samu's, tasting the sticky liquid mixed with his saliva. He sides eyes you as he makes out with his friend, smirking and moaning into the kiss.

Rintarou pulls away and goes down to his neck, liking all the cum drops running down his skin. Osamu goans quietly as he starts sucking on his neck, leaving dark circles behind. You squeeze your legs shut and Suna looks at you with a playful smile on.

“We didn’t forget you, princess. No need to feel left out.”

“Shut up, Suna.” You say and Osamu laughs.

“Oh, the princess talks!” Rintarou climbs on the bed, squeezing your cheeks together with one hand. “Not for long, though.”

He releases your wrists from the handcuffs and kisses you roughly. You try to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but his soft lips against yours make it impossible for you to not kiss him back. You feel him smirking in the kiss and he inserts his tongue quickly, exploring every inch of your mouth. He takes your shirt and bra completely off of you, his hand finds your nipple and starts playing with it, gently fidgeting the nub between his fingers.

“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, princess?” Osamu asks as Suna pulls away from you.

You crawl over to him, you sit on your heels in front of him and wait for him to say something else.

“Turn around, in fours.” You obey, and Suna places himself in front of you. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t say the same for him.” Osamu says in your ear.

“Open up.” He says, positioning his dick in front of your mouth.

You part your lips and he pushes your head on him, making you take him fully. Osamu places his hands on your hips and leaves a trail of kisses on your spine, going up to your neck. You feel his cock poking your ass and grind back a little to tease him.

“I’m going to put it in, okay, princess?” You press your hips on him, begging for his cock.

“He asked you a question, won’t you answer him? You were talking not long ago, what happened?” Suna mocks, thrusting in your mouth and making you gag on him.

Osamu positions himself on your entrance, and slowly pushes him into you.

“ Fuck ...” He says under his breath.

He starts with a steady but deep pace, rather gently, compared to the way Suna face fucks you roughly. Rintarou’s dick muffling your moans still doesn't stop you from being loud, especially when Osamu speeds up, pressing down your lower back and hitting your g-spot.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Suna asks, throwing his head back. “Such a good slut, taking both of us at the same time.” He laughs.

“So good.” Samu moans, gripping harder on your hips.

Tears of pleasure fall down your cheeks, you close your eyes shut, letting them fall and mix with the saliva dripping down your chin. You feel your climax getting closer, your legs shake a little and you struggle to support yourself. Suna gets more vocal and you know he’s close too, so you hollow your cheeks and suck him harder, making him twitch in your mouth. After a few more thrusts, he cums, his movements slow down and after he comes down from his high he pulls out of your mouth. He wraps a hand around your neck and lifts your face to look up to him.

“Swallow it.” He orders, restricting your airflow. You can only moan as Osamu fucks you faster and Suna chokes you harder. “I told you to swallow, you dumb bitch.” You manage to do as you're told, and stick your tongue out for him. “There you go, good job, cumslut.” He smiles innocently. “I’ll give you a little help as a reward.”

He reaches for your swollen clit and starts rubbing it in a circular motion. You feel your body starting to get numb and it’s only a matter of seconds till your orgasm breaks out. You start clenching around Samu, making him moan.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will ya?” Osamu says.

Your legs start to shake and pleasure flows through your body, your cum starts to drip down your thighs, but neither of them stop. Samu and Suna drive you into stimulation, making you moan in pleasure and pain. His thrusts start to get sloppier and not long after he pulls out and cums on your back. You drop yourself to the bed and try to catch your breath. Suna grabs a towel and wipes your skin.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” He says, turning you to lay on your back. “I haven’t got the pleasure of fucking your filthy little cunt yet.”

He lays down beside you and pulls you on top of him, kissing you with eagerness. Osamu comes from behind and spreads your legs, then pushes three fingers inside of you. You moan into Suna’s mouth as Samu stretches you out even more, while adding a fourth finger.

“She’s ready for us, Suna.”

You break the kiss and straddle Suna’s hips, grinding on him a little. You grab the base of his dick and position it on your entrance, then put both hands on his chest for balance. Before you can go down on him, he thrusts up into you roughly, earning a surprised moan from you. Osamu wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you up, and takes his cock with his free hand, he places it right next to Suna’s and slowly inserts himself inside you. You dig your nails on Rintarou’s skin as your bottom burns, both men groan and you stay still to get used to it.

“How are you feeling, princess?” Miya asks, delivering little kisses to the side of your neck.

“So... full.” You whine.

“Can we move?” You nod.

They start moving in sync, slowly and gently pulling in and out of you. Your eyes go to the back of your head and it’s hard to support yourself as they hit every nerve on your walls.

“This is what you wanted, right? You wanted us to ruin your dirty pussy, didn’t you?.” Suna asks, gripping on your waist to move faster.

Your moans and the way you scratch his chest are enough to answer his question. Their thrusts and speed are so synchronized that you wonder if they had done this before, such perfection couldn’t be achieved on the first time, or their teamwork from high school still linger till this day. Obviously, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that knot forming on your stomach again, and it wasn’t any different for them either. Even though Samu prepped you beforehand, you were still tight and the way you occasionally clenched around them was making them lose their minds.

Suddenly, you hear your ringtone and turn to the side to find your phone on the nightstand along with Osamu and Suna’s. Rintarou quickly grabs the phone and sees who’s calling.

“You should answer him, princess.” He accepts the call and puts the phone in your ear.

“ Y/n? ”

“Atsu-” You swallow down a moan. “Hi.”

“ Where are you? I saw you dancing with Suna and that dumbass and the next second you were gone. ”

“I-” They thrust roughly in you. “Fuck!”

“ Y/n? Are you ok- Wait. No fucking way. ”

Osamu takes the phone and brings it to his face.

“She’s kinda busy right now, Tsumu, talk to ya later.”

“ Samu? ”

“Bye, Atsumu!” Suna says loud enough for him to hear it.

“ Suna?! What the- ” Samu throws the phone to the side and they continue as if nothing happened.

They speed up even more and you start to lose yourself at the pleasure, your arms give out and you can barely support yourself, incoherent mumbles escape your lips as your mind goes blank. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably and you cum hard, screaming in pleasure and gripping on whatever is under your hands.

“Fuck.” Osamu mumbles as he sees and feels your cum drip down on them. You feel him twitching, indicating he’s close. “I’m going to pull-”

“Don’t.” You manage to say. “Inside.” Suna laughs.

“The whore wants us to cum inside her?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes.”

The overstimulation turns you into a broken record, repeating the same word over and over. Samu cums with a loud moan, gripping harder on your waist and Suna follows him right after. Miya pulls you out of them, you whine at the loss and Suna holds you close, caressing your back and wiping the tears off your face.

You can feel their cum flowing down your inner thighs, the sticky feeling is rather uncomfortable, but you have no conditions to do something about it now.

Osamu grabs the towel from the side and cleans you and Suna, then goes to the bathroom to prepare a bath for you all. Rintarou picks you up bridal style and walks you to the bathtub, then gently places you in it. You stay with your eyes closed, feeling your whole body sore. He cleans and dries you up, carefully, really different from the way he was treating you a few moments before.

Suna dresses you with a t-shirt and underwear of his, and when he puts you on the bed again, Osamu shows up with a hot cup of tea and some snacks.

“How are you feeling, princess?” He asks, handing you the cup.

“Tired.” You answer with a sleepy smile and half lidded eyes.

“You did great, Y/n.” Suna says, locking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Suddenly, you remember the call and your eyes shoot open.

“Atsumu.” Your eyes search for your phone but Osamu stops you from getting up.

“We can talk to him later, you need to rest now.”

“Yeah, you probably won’t walk properly for a few days.” You glare at Rintarou and he hands you a little chocolate bar.

The three of you eat and drink tea to recharge a little bit. After you’re done, they lay down beside you, spooning you in the middle.

“You know I didn’t mean anything I said, right?” Sunas asks, caressing your cheek.

“I know, Rin. To be honest, I kinda liked it.” You say under your breath and he laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll cook you a nice breakfast tomorrow, princess.” Samu adds.

“Hey, bro, we were having a moment here. You ruined it.” Suna complains.

“Let’s just sleep boys, you both can argue in the morning.” You say before Osamu has the chance to talk back. You give both of them a peck on the lips, get closer to Samu’s chest and pull Rin closer by his waist. “Good night, boys.”

“Good night, princess.” They say in unison.

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➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?

➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.

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the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.

when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.

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ଘ. featuring ⸝⸝ thief!suguru x f!virgin!reader

ଘ. synopsis ⸝⸝ a panty thief has been on the loose in your neighborhood, and you could of sworn you locked your doors, but he's here to only prove you wrong and is here to steal more than just your dirty panties..

ଘ. warnings ⸝⸝ 1.0k+ wc. sws. dc. non con. somnophilia. coercion. panty stealing. panty sniffing. gagging (w/ readers panties). size difference. slight fingering. cherry popping. victim-blaming. creampie. delusions. this is really gross tbh. (17+).

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ this is the fanart that has inspired this chaos.

his burglary had begun to feed his distasteful addiction, an addiction he had sought out to steal from others for his own pleasure, and yet it became an addiction itself.. because if he wanted it, he took it. that's how things are where the compulsive's are scarce, where the addictions compete for the little tastes or even to the potent smells of the linings of woman's undergarments.

he first began at laundry mats, from what you heard on the news, he'd pick at the unsuspected woman's dirty laundry before quickly stuffing their used drawls into the pocket of his coat.

after soon, things progressed into a more life-threatening problem; women being stalked, their home windows being shattered open, a loaded cold gun being pointed to their skulls in threats to show where their secrets are before being left traumatized.

it was.. odd..

he'd want nothing more, is what the victims of his crimes would say. he'd only grunt out vulgar threats with his deep and taunting voice, steal their undergarments, and just leave. and if they were sleeping, he would simply leave them alone, scavenge through their dirty clothes like a hobbit and only leave with a mess behind. he'd never truly put his hands on any of them, or truly be inhuman, to say the least, he'd just take their dirty clothes and go on with his way..

but tonight.. was different.

he easily slipped into your home, it was too easy, the kitchen window being cracked open as if it was some invite. he can only scoff at your stupidity once he climbed in, but got a little excited seeing what foolish girl left their window open knowing about the news of him spewing around.

his heavy boots dip into the soft fabric of the pink carpet in your room and he only spares your sleeping body a glimpse; seeing you tucked away peacefully, blissfully unaware of his towering presence. his thoughts were too focused on finding what he needed for tonight, quiet steps making their way towards your closest quickly after specting your entire room, no luck in finding your laundry basket..

shy like hands creak open your closet doors and dark eyes immediately track the full bin in the corner with a fresh towel and worn panties tucked into it. and he doesn't hesitate to fish for the blue-colored thong he sees.. quickly, wrapping the lace between his fingers and crumbling the soft fabric into the palm of his hand before raising it to his face, rubbing the white like soil at the crotch against the grey ski mask he wore.

his back hunches forward, luring eyes almost knocking to the back of his head from your strong scent. and he knows when dirty panties are freshly taken off; the white soil at the crotch still sticky. and these were fresh, potent, a clear sign you tossed these in after a needed shower, the smell of sweat from walking in them all day ran up his nose and tickled at his brain.

you smelt like pure heaven.

but he needed more, deeper inhales, a longer feel of raising to cloud nine at each eager sniff, so he carefully lifted the cover around his face and rubbed it harder against the point of his nose.

he was whipped over your stench and was relishing over the gentle feel of the soft fabric against his bare skin but the slightest shift you curled into the comfort of your bed behind him, those dark eyes snapped back open to reality, towering body almost freezing in place.

the man rushes to pull his ski mask back down his tatted face, stuffing your panties into his back pocket before turning around. and he swears his heart almost skipped a beat, luckily, you were still fast asleep, but the small movement you shifted around into, the warm blanket that covered you was pulled down just an inch..

just enough to show that thin pink strap of your thong that's raised over the curve of your hips..

the ache between his legs was already bad enough, but the lacey strap hooking around your sides only made an urge to shoot a stronger pang between his legs. and he tries to swallow down that urge bubbling back up in the pit of his stomach, repeating to himself deep in thought how he only came for your foul laundry tucked away in a bin.

but fuck, your hips look so nice, so squeezable.

he ponders, it wouldn't hurt to just get an innocent and closer look.. trying to peek his head over you in an attempt to get a good look at your pretty face stuffed into your pillows, his bottom lip catches between his teeth just at the look of you; so pure, so blissfully unaware of his hovering body over your smaller one..

he curses himself for the guilty thoughts flooding in his brain. cursing himself for feeling his pants tighten the more he stared at you, greedy eyes behind his mask roaming around the every inch of your smooth skin. he curses himself till it's deemed, his calloused hand taking the risk to pinch at your blanket to lift it some more, revealing the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs.

he swears he was trying to pry his needy hands away from you, but seeing the small prickle of goosebumps layer at your skin from the exsposion, he couldn't help himself anymore, the need was frothing at his tongue like a hound in heat at this point.

the addiction was only getting worse and he had to feed it someway.. or the impulses were going to itch at him till it crawled through him, probably drive him to the teetering edge of something brutally immoral.. and it was already starting to the longer he hovered over you, compelling more of his thoughts for you..

he contemplates over his upcoming actions, but the twinge in his hand was already focusing itself on the loop of his belt. and the second his sash loosened around his waist, the pads of his fingers dipped themselves beneath the mesh waistband of his briefs. a shiver licks up his spine as he traveled his hand down eagerly, feeling the prickly dark hairs at his base before curling his hand around his aching erection, slowing pulling it out from its confines.

the man curled his long fingers over the hardness of his warm, pulsing cock and caressed it, gliding the uncut skin slowly up and down, watching how his leaking tip pearled with a drool of pre before getting swept away by the extra skin. his other hand ached itself, trying to keep off of you, but he couldn't help but wisp the tips of his fingers across your hip, gently dipping beneath the string of your thong to rub between his fingers.

he choked down the groan scratching at his throat, it was so soft, freshly clean too, the fabric softener you used made his hand smooth easier across the cloth. and the slight lift made the empty gap between your hip and panties to look, comforting, welcoming even..

stroking his length long and hard with a slight twist to his tip, he gently leaned in closer, nudging his cock between your thong and hip before letting the fabric snap back against him. the smooth surface of your side was cooling against the skin of his cock as he slowly rubbed himself between the two soft pieces he calls heaven.

he watched with greedy hooded eyes, entranced with the lolling of your panties rolling against the fat of his tip as he rubbed himself against you. too entranced with the snug feel, he was losing it from reality, balls tightening, strong hips jerking harder, faster, desperately trying to gain more delicious friction as if this was some fever dream..

but he craved for more, greed creeping up his numbing brain for something more softer to fully wrap around him. and so, he carefully pulled at your panties, pulling the strings down till they were fully off and crumbled up into the palm of his large hand.

the devilish smirk playing at his lips deepened, feeling granted that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper, because rolling you over and positioning you towards him was too easy.. as if you took some sleeping pills just for him tonight.. and spreading your pretty legs apart was easy too, getting a heavenly sight of your pretty pussy; the fat of your lips looked so kissable, your hooded clit was just asking to be toyed with till it got puffy, and that tight little hole between your folds, so small, not even a noticeable stretch to be seen.

he takes a deep breath before gently teasing a pointer finger at your entrance as his eyes bobbed up and down to your closed ones and to your cunt. it's not like he was scared if you woke up, you were too small compared to him anyways, his sheer mass can take you on alone, but the metal gun loaded against his hip was ready to be grabbed and threatened with if anything..

prodding the tip of his middle finger at your entrance before trying to slip it in, having to bully his finger through your tight cunt. and the small contort to your face was cute as he did; brows furrowing and pretty lips puckering out into a small pout, but it made him freeze, slowing his movements.

he kept moving once your breathing settled, slipping his finger completely in till you started to leak, juices beginning to lap around his finger till it dripped against his second knuckle. he deemed you to be wet enough before slipping in a second thick finger, trying to budge it through without waking you.

the warm feel of your gummy walls around his digits made his cock to jerk up, twitching in need. he tried to settle himself but the way your pussy was sucking in his fingers like an invite he couldn't help himself, softly popping his fingers out from your cunt to try and replace them with his aching cock.

he drools out a wad of spit against the palm of his hand to slick the crown of his cock, shining his length with his dribble of drool to try and make it easier for you. once he prodded his tip against your small, sopping entrance, he gently and carefully, tried to budge himself through, trying to bully the fat of his cock into your cunt without making you shift around too much till you woke.

but you were too tight, barely sucking in the tip and that's when it all clicked to him.

“huh, cute little virgin.” his voice is soft, almost a whisper just for himself. he hovers over you deep in thought, the itch at his brain was clawing at his skull and finally broke through..

“fuck it.”

he draws his hips back. and the quick brutal grab to your hips was harsh, strong enough to make your eyes pry all the way open, as if someone was stretching your eyelids apart, and quick, fast in movements, his hips met yours.

you couldn't even scream, body frozen, almost like in a paralyzed state, face cold, tingly even. the quick fill to your poor cunt felt as if you were being ripped into two, your walls being bullied to spread open which felt like ripping and tearing for the man above you, the man forcing himself into your little virgin pussy.

the breath of air you try sucking in caught in your throat from the feel of your cunt being spread open so quickly, the piercing feel of his cock made your eyes to water up quickly. fat tears stream down your face almost immediately as you try to squirm away but the strong grip on your heaving stomach was like a vice.

the man leans over, your wide eyes only glimpse over the hooded ones behind the mask he wore, “only open that pretty mouth up for these panties, anythin’ else, i’ll kill you.” you couldn't even tell when he released his mean hands from your hips, still feeling the brutal pinch to your now bruised flesh, but a shinning gun was tapped against your temple as your used panties were being forced against your dry lips, stuffing your mouth full of them.

your eyes bubble up with heavy tears, barely able to see, but the soft cooe you hear and a gentle thumb wiping them away, you can see a fuzzy glimpse of the man. being able to almost immediately recognize that grey ski mask, the dark long hair peeking out from under it, the dark to colored tattoos that lined up and around his strong arms, and the knuckles of his fist.

it was the man from the news, suguru getō.

“sh, sh, sh, i didn't wanna do this to you sweetheart, but it was like you were asking for this,” the rough buck of his hips were brutal, each time he pulled out, his tip never popping out of your pussy for a mere second, to hung up on the feel of your warmth to completely pull out, “but you—fuck—you were asking for this, leavin’ your windows unlocked, knowin’ about my abouts in your town,” he grunts, smiling beneath the mask at the salacious look of the line of blood and sopping juices slicking around his cock, “‘n having your dirty panties out, even wearing a cute ‘lil thong..” getō snips.

suguru could already feel his balls convulse, your pussy was so warm, so tight, basically squeezing his cock and sucking him back in every time he reels his hips back like you wanted this. and suguru could already feel his high cradling in his groin the harder he jerked his hips against yours..

“it was like.. you were waiting for me.. planning all this out.. for me..” getō raises a large hand to the hem of his mask, lifting it, revealing his sharp features and tattoos running across his pale skin, “you wanted me this whole time, yeah? waiting for your turn like a good girl, huh, you wanted all of this to happen.“ you try to roll your head, not trying to find his exotic features attractive, which didn't go unnoticed..

“yeah, don't lie to me, whore,” getō groans, “since you wanted this, take it all then, take everything.” he cranes his head back with a guttural breathy moan to follow, slamming his hips with yours before pumping a thick load of cum into your abused cunt.

too scared to fling your hands up to hit at against his chest because just the look of his muscles flexing above you look like solid bricks, and the thought of trying to hit him would feel like shattering all of the bones in your hands. so, you laid there, helplessly, limp, now full to the hilt, bloated even, letting him rock his hips till he was empty.

“hm, i think, you were my last little prey, but my new little toy.”

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the first time katsuki sees your pussy, hes in awe.

“shes so fuckin pretty, mama.” he says, trying to softly pull your legs apart. he wanted to try and be gentle for your first time. (yet, you knew he couldnt. and you wanted it rough.) but hes only hanging by a fucking thread. “this all fer me, right?”

you nod, lust taking over your eyes and brain.

“you want me to taste ‘er?” he suggested, eyes lidded from his own lust. you nod, again. and he smiles. “yeah? how bad?”

“please, kat. dont tease me tonight. need you.”

“oh, princess.” he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. he bites your inner thigh, licking at the mark. “yer cunt is telling me to eat her. cant deny body language.”

you bite your own lip, nodding your head.

“mm? tell me what you want, pretty mama.”

“eat me, please.” you have a whine in your voice, clit throbbing from the cool breeze of his dorm and his breathing tickling it. “do what you want to me, i dont care.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you open. he presses on your lower tummy, signaling you to lay back and be comfortable. “if you say so, dont try to run then.”

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pervert kenma,,,,my gosh👩‍🍳🤌

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝!𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊

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a/n: honestly.. not too proud ouf this one?? like i feel like i knew what i wanted to say but couldn't necessarily get my words out onto paper?? regardless i hope you enjoy!

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pervert!kenma.. kenma, in general, makes my pussy quake... but pERVERT!KENMA??? let's talk about it.

pervert!kenma is really laid back, but when he wants something, he’s going to get it. point, blank, period.

we all know kenma is a streamer. he plays games for a living. what’s his second favorite thing other than streaming? having you sit pretty on your knees underneath his desk. he makes sure always to wear low-hanging sweats, that way, you can easily pull them down and have full access to his cock. he loves the feeling of your wet mouth keeping his cock nice and warm. he does this the entire time he’s streaming. whenever he reads a comment he dislikes or a particular level is upsetting him, he’ll make sure to release his anger by pounding your throat. he’ll display a “be back later!” banner on his stream and mute his microphone. he’ll move a hand away from his keyboard, it finding purchase in your hair and gripping at the roots of your locks. at this moment in time, you’re nothing but a toy, a stress reliever for kenma. his hand drags your head along his cock, curses, and groans flying past his lips each time you gag around him. he’s fully utilizing his 15 minutes. <3

pervert!kenma loves to hold special events on his stream… special events where you’re playing games for him. his fans and followers think he’s busy for the day and has his significant other substituting for him or even just letting you have fun on his account. but in reality, he’s only switched spots with you. you’re always so pretty and obedient for him, getting on your knees when told. why not return the favor? pervert!kenma has your legs slightly spread and his head wedged between your thighs. pink tinted lips wrap around your sensitive nub and suck. he’d be a liar if he said watching you struggle to play and talk with the viewers wasn’t entertaining. the quiver in your voice, how you’re trying to wriggle away from him, has him overflowing with animalistic lust.

“y/n are you okay? me? i-i’m fine!” you stutter out.

“why are you stuttering so much? is the game scary?”

“you can stop playing if you’re sick!”

“please take care of yourself!”

one by one, you read the comments aloud while kenma tends to your leaking pussy, slurping and gulping down your sweet, sweet juices.

pervert!kenma loves spoiling you and insists on buying you everything you could ever want, but of course, he buys you things he wants you to have. and it’s always the skimpiest little outfits. tight shirts that hug your breasts, tiny skirts that stop at the middle of your thigh, ones so tiny that if you bend down, everyone would have a complete view of your ass. pervert!kenma loves the gawks and random stares you get when prancing around in said outfits. he can practically read the filthy thoughts going through people's minds when they see you. it riles him up because while they’re thinking it, he’s the only one who can act on those impure thoughts.

this routine is the same, and it always ends with you face down, ass up in the back of kenma’s car. both of his hands grip onto your waist and guide you along his shaft, cum filled balls slapping and bouncing off your puffy pussy lips.

“ken ken, please~.”

“please, what? you look so pretty, kitten. do me favor?” he says before leaning down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear, “shut up and let daddy fuck you. and don’t make a mess on my leather seats, i would hate to have to punish you.”

he literally makes you squirt uncontrollably on purpose, so he has a reason to punish you <3

days when pervert!kenma has to go into his office to handle in-person business, he always brings the necessities; himself, headphones, and a pair of your worn panties. when all of his meetings are concluded, he’ll prop his phone up and lean back in his chair. you're not met with a hi, hello, or even his face, no. you’re met with a swollen tip, one that's oozing precum, and your favorite pair of light pink panties wrapped around his shaft. his hips are thrusting sloppily up into his hand, imagining the cloth was your wet cunt. his eyes lock onto you, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips before mumbling, “be a good kitten, and show me your pussy, yeah? let daddy see you. ”

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stoner!tattooed!pierced!geto, shotgunning, pussy/cock-drunk, squirting, heavy praise/encouragement, struggle to ride suguru’s fat cock, friends with benefits, squirting, kissing, groping, begging, some cock sucking, daddy/mama/princess, suguru is lovesick, size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @unknownspecies; stoner geto !!!

fey: I needs this! I needs it!

Admiring you Suguru’s kissable lips stretch into a lazy, cocky smirk. Tracing the inky dark lines of his large chest piece. “Wanna suck your handsome, thick, veiny cock, I’m soakin’ lookin’ at you handsome.” Lovingly gazing into his warm, hungry dark chocolate eyes. The white of his eyes is pink.

Feeling up his hard abs, tracing each line, biting your lip when they deepen. “I’ve been watching your heavy cock sway when you walk. And your ass,” groaning, Suguru quickly kisses you, blowing thick smoke into your mouth.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you're following his lead without a thought. Whining into the kiss, enticing a deep groan. Leaning back, staring down at you, “Beautiful mama ya want me that badly?” Blowing out the bitter smoke.

You wonder how the simple act of pushing his long hair out out of his beautiful face could be so sexy? Suguru’s thick arm subtly flexes. The muscles of his biceps ripples beneath his pale inked-up skin. You're figuring out an answer.

Everything about Suguru Geto is too damn beautiful.

Your slick trickles down your thighs. “Need ya Daddy, fuck it’s not fair how handsome you are, how big your cock is, even when soft. Or how bubbly your thick ass is. You’re too much Daddy, so beautiful n’ sweet with me.” Kneeling in front of him, grabbing half hard thick cock. Sucking his fat head, swirling your tongue around him, feeling the thick, soft ridge of him.

Suguru ertoic groans goes to your pussy. "Mmm fuck me…what isn't fair is how hot your lips 'round my cock looks." Bobbing your head, taking him in smooth deep, quick strokes. Smearing the spit along the rest of him with a swirl of your fist. "Fuck that’s it." When he curses like that your cunt clenches.

Smoke escapes as his jaw drops. His eyes roll back, thighs tremble, abs clenching. "Nnnn expecting me not to cum quickly when you’re suckin' on me like that isn't fair." You fondle his large balls, warm in your palm.

He confesses, "Been thinkin' 'bout ya too, woke up from a wet dream I had 'bout ya." Sliding him out with a pop, kissing along a puffy vein, feeling it pulsing beneath your lips. "I had your sexy ass riding my fat cock." Licking Suguru taking him deep into your mouth with a smooth stroke. Gagging on him, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He groans, "Please mama, lemme feel your sloppy pretty cunt. Been dreamin' of your soft lips wrappin' 'round me. Of how hot and wet you get for me." Standing up, he moves further back onto his bed, snuffing out his blunt. You slip off his baggy shirt you've stolen from his closet, throwing it close to his laundry bin.

Climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips, encouraging Suguru, "Please? You wanna beg a little more for me?" Straddling his hips, slipping your fingers into your dripping, hot cunt. Soaking your fingers, holding them close to his lips.

He warns, "If I beg then you're doing all the work, I'm not helpin'." Licking your fingers clean, his tongue's bar dragging along you.

Grabbing his heavy cock, holding it upright swiping him between your lips. Lining him up, then waiting. With your fingers stuffed in his mouth. You free the rest of his long hair. Damn Suguru is gorgeous.

Suguru groans, "Always tastin' so fuckin' good." Grabbing your hip, licking his thumb, stroking your clit. "I'll have to cum on your beautiful tits. Imma eat your sloppy overstimulated cunt after you're done using my cock like a dildo." Rubbing your puffy clit faster, clenching his tip.

Whining, "That's not begging! I wanna hear you beggin' for me daddy, I always do for you!" He glides his large hand up your side, cupping your breast, and rubbing your soft nipple. His cocky smirk makes you hornier.

Thoughts of sitting on his face and ignoring his beautiful cock crosses your mind.

Suguru sounds so needy pleading, "Use my fat cock to take care of your beautiful dripping wet, hot tight cunt. Wanna see her take me, feel her stretch n' clench, hear you moan while my beautiful cunt squelches from how wet you are." Pushing your hips down, sinking just the tip in, clenching him tightly. He's too big, moaning as he stretches out your cunt.

Sliding your fingers through his soft hair, “Unless you want me to just bounce on your tip. I could play with my clit till I cum.” Slowly bouncing on his thick tip, getting off on feeling it stretch you out. Stopping when the soft ridge of his head slips it. Clenching your cunt when it tugs on your cunt as you gently glide him out.

Suguru's pleads "Princess nnnn please fuck let me feel ya more, you're so tight, hot! Need ya to ride me, wanna feel ya cum, see your sexy face when you do." Keeping him upright wishing he would slam you down on his cock.

You whine rocking your hips struggling to take more of his fat cock into your tight cunt. Sliding your hand out of his hair, dragging your hand along his broad shoulder. Squeezing his thick pec, biting him creating a bright red mark.

Suguru begs, "Please mama ya can take more than just the tip," moaning, partly smirking at you, "or am I too big to fit?" Digging your nails in close to his sensitive v-line, he groans his hips jerking up reflexively. Crying, pausing, the pleasure from him stroking your clit easing the aching of your cunt taking him so suddenly.

He croons, "You're ok princess Daddy got ya. I’m gonna make sure ya feel good." Steadily playing with your clit, keeping his hips still. "Take ya time princess getting used to how big I am, we got all day." Rocking your hips slowly, barely taking half of Suguru.

Letting Suguru go, placing your hand on his hard abs. "I love how full you get me." He slides his hand over your breast, wrapping his hand lightly around your neck. Pulling you in close, shy of a kiss.

"I fuckin' love hearing you whine, feelin' you clench," softly kissing you, "seein' ya tremblin'. You're so beautiful mama, nnng wanna be your's." Another veiny inch, clenching his waist. Getting off on the softness of his skin contrasting how hard rock hard cock.

Suguru passionately kisses you, slipping his tongue past your lips. Rubbing your tongue along the metal bar. Rocking your hips faster, getting used to how wide he stretches you. Swirling your hips, he whines, rubbing your clit faster.

Breaking away groaning, "Love dreamin' about you, and wakin' up to you, making ya breakfast hearing your praise on how good it tastes." Gliding his hand down your chest, along your waist and over your hip.

Cupping your ass with both hands. You lie on top of him, bouncing on as much of his cock as you can fit into your sloppy wet cunt. He can't stop. "Fuck I miss ya when you sleep at your own place. You should sleep with me more, nnnn wanna wake up holdin' ya close." Covering Suguru's face in gentle, loving kissing, steadily rocking your hips.

"I'll stay whenever you like, how long you like, eatin' up your food, letting you be small or big spoon, smokin' up your bud." Feeling up his chest, your hands wandering from the sculpted curve of his sides to his thick pecs, and hard pecs.

Kissing his lips gentle, he deepens the kiss, groaning. Slipping his tongue past your lips, it’s needy, rough and passionate. You don’t pull away till your lungs are aching for air.

Steadying his breathing, suggesting, "We can have our first date tonight, I’ll cook us dinner, roll us a fat blunt, cover you in kisses and cuddling close. You can pick the movies." Leaning back for him to watch his veiny, thick cock vanishing into your tight, dripping cunt. “I’ll make whatever you want, gonna take care of you make ya feel loved and safe.”

Gliding more of him in, he grabs the headboard, his knuckles turning white. Your cunt fluttering from his deep groan. Your pride swelling from getting Suguru drunk off your cunt. "Need to cum ‘n ya so badly! Wanna fuck ya senseless but seeing ya struggle with my cock is so fuckin' hot.” His abs momentarily flexing.

Getting off on how big and muscular he is, trembling and whining underneath you from your cunt. Spasming around him, you’re so close to cumming. Stroking your clit faster, your pace staggering before steadying out.

He moans, “Nng you've almost gotten all of me, keep going, you can take me princess.” You’re gushing in his cock, thick cum trickling down his cock. Rocking your hips back, taking him fully, he croons, “That’s it, ‘m so proud of ya sweetheart.” Sitting on his cock, your slick trickling down his balls, some splashing onto his abs.

“My cock feels good!" You can’t think straight, lost in the intense peak. Unable to move your legs, he’s throbbing inside you, thick veins pulsing. His head kissing your cervix, he’s so deep. And despite cumming you want more.

Feebly lifting your hips, Suguru helps you, firmly grabbing your waist. Lifting you till his fat cockhead is the only part of him split your sloppy, sensitive cunt open. "Is this your cock? Am I your’s?”

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