Ro | 21 | self indulgent sideblog | 🔞

You simply want him to finish already. But Zeke has other plans.

He pulls out to flip you around, giving your sensitive nipples a moment of reprieve before his lips close over one nipple, thumb and forefinger playing with the other. 

Your back involuntarily arches up, pushing your chest against his face further as you moan, “Ze- Zeke… Please…”

Zeke doesnt bother to reply, busy burying his face in your cleavage and pistoning his cock in and out of you in quick, hard, and compact moves. His teeth leave marks all over your mounds, ensuring there's no space unmarked. His fingers are unforgiving as they pinch and pull at your nipples, merciless in their wake as you cry and plead with him to go easy on them.

It’s all pointless though, he’s bewitched, entranced, captured by your body. He’s unusually energetic today. But that may be attributed to the fact that you had been teasing him all day long. 

Zeke only snapped when you dared to outright straddle him, grinding your hips on his thigh and moaning into his ear. Depravation could make a woman go crazy. And you were determined to get him inside you.

Everything after that was a blur of movements. 

You remember being grabbed bruisingly and then being smashed down on the desk, remember your panties being ripped off of you and also remember his face burying between your thighs, mouth ruthless with his pursuit of your core, giving an ungodly amount of attention to your clit. 

Your startled moans and his groans against your cunny rang out in the whole cabin, quickly setting the mood for what was to come.

You vaguely remember being thrown to the couch, getting fucked there, getting fucked against the door as well before being carried back to the desk and having your face pressed to the table while he finally lashed out on your ass. Zeke made you count every single one of those slaps to your buttcheeks, going as far as making you keep a different tally for each cheek even though he knew you were too fucked out to be coherent enough.

“Come on, sweetheart, gimme one more,” his growl brings you back, teeth biting down on your nipple. You whimper in response, fingers scratching at his clothed back before gripping the hair on his nape. Zeke groans when he feels your cunt squeeze him. His hand trails down, rubbing your waist before slipping between your thighs, mercilessly rubbing at your clit. 

You scream, hitting his chest, “Too much- please! ‘S too much, Zeke I can’t- I really can’t-”

“Oh, shut it, buttercup. I know you will give me exactly what I want. Ugh-” He groans when you clench him harder. And how can you not? Especially when his usually calm voice turns so husky and deep with his cock buried deep inside you.

Zeke smirks when he realizes that it’s his voice that is affecting you more.

“So so brave, baby. You are a courageous one right?” His nose touches yours, lips teasingly raking against yours with each word. His beard tickles you when he buries his face in your neck. But trying to push him away is futile as the more you try the harder his grip on your hips turns and the closer he pulls you to him. “Running away?” he mocks you. “And here I thought you were a legit one. Don’t tell me all that daring from earlier was just a show.”

You are embarrassed, “No- no- Aah!” you scream when he suddenly shifts, pushing your knees to your chest and turning up the pace of his thrusts. “What was that, sweetie? You say something?” You can do nothing but shake your head as you feel his cock dig even deeper, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars you have never seen. 

Head falling back, you give up fighting, taking everything he is giving you like a good girl. His name falls off your lips like a prayer for salvation entangled with moans of sin. 

His length blissfully drags against your pleasure spots. And when you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, Zeke feels it as well. He’s close too as he chokes on his own spit and his hips stagger a bit. Your lewd moans echo in the empty room, “I- I’m gonna- gonna cum Zeke gonna cum!”

“‘Bout time, pretty.” he groans. His fingers grip your tear-stained cheeks, shaking you out of your stupor gently, “Hey, look at me, princess.” The gentle words have you yielding, eyes opening and locking with his blue ones. 

You feel utterly vulnerable as you look at him through the tears blurring your vision. It’s like he can see right through all your pretenses and, right now, he’s looking at you. “Come all over my cock. Make a mess for me.” His words sound so sweet, but it’s punctuated with a harsh slap directly to your poor clit.

The coil bursts and toe-curling pleasure spreads through your veins. You sob, body trembling as Zeke speeds up, zooming you through your orgasm and into his. 

Gosh, you would compare him to a chainsaw if it weren’t you who was being impaled on all of his 9 inches.

Pleas and screams fall out of your mouth as the overstimulation kicks in. Groaning like an animal, Zeke gives you three rough thrusts before stilling deep inside you. His head almost kisses your cervix and you can feel his hot release painting your walla white. Emptying his heavy load, he stays there for a while, buried in you with his lips pressed to your neck.

You whine when he pulls out, the emptiness feeling uncomfortable already. Zeke chuckles, “Easy there, sunshine. I will fill you up again. Get all the rest you can until then.” his fingers distractedly trace your core, pushinghis cum back into you.

“Don’t look!” you whine, embarrased and abashed at the way his eyes never seemed to leave your cunt. You quickly close your thighs, but like a toddler, he only rips your thighs back open, eyeing you enchanted like a treasure.

“Hope it does it’s work.” He mumbles watching your pussy throb. 

ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ -> ᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴜ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ

ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ -> ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ -> 😏😏😏

ᴋɪᴛᴀ -> ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴢ ɴᴜᴛꜱ

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 (𝐂𝐔𝐙 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋):

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ -> ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴏᴡ ᴍᴇᴏᴡ ᴘʟꜱ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ:((

ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ<3

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱʜɪᴛᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ!

ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀᴜ! ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜱ~

"That was quite the scruffle." Nanami, your colleague and the second-best hybrid tamer in your agency, drawls.

"I've seen worse," you wince as the nurse stitches you up. Hand-to-hand combat with code reds can be a bit taxing since they always had a slight advantage with their claws and teeth. But it's not like they stood a chance against you, the shining diamond of the renowned JJK Hybrid Agency.

In this world of humans and hybrids, co-existence has come a long way. From killing each other on sight to accepting hybrids as pets and accepting humans as caregivers, you would say the world had readjusted itself, in such a way that the jagged parts of humans and hybrids fit together like a part of a greater puzzle.

"Yes, but there is no need to put yourself at risk when a single shot of a sedative would do the work." Nanami reproaches you. You roll your eyes, "I know, I know," you pull up the collar of your shirt over the bandage, covering your injured shoulder from the worried gaze of this fellow tamer. "But don't you think they behave much better when you instill a tinge of fear in them when they misbehave? I'm talking about code reds of course."

Of course, you were. Code reds were the most mischievous and unpredictable ones.

You see after the coexistence movement, humans and hybrids started living in shared spaces. And that called for some rules and regulations. The JJK Hybrid Agency was the first agency to take up this tremendous task to study hybrids in friendly environments, their behaviors, types, diets, and their reaction to humans.

After years of research and study, the hybrids were broadly classified into 5 codes according to some parameters- code green, blue, yellow, red, and black.

Code green. The friendly ones. They were usually hybrids of the tamer creatures such as cats, dogs, cows, and birds. They usually stick to a vegetarian diet, but it isn't unusual to find a code green that eats meat as well. They are well-behaved, cheerful, a little dumb, and love human company. They are, unsurprisingly, also the ones that have the highest adoption rates.

Code blue. The military hybrids. Once in a while, you would come across hybrids that have a strong sense of justice and a sharp mind. A combination the humans couldn't help but exploit. Code blues are more often than not working for the military or aiding the crime syndicates.

Either way, code blues are favored by the police and the criminals for their wits, their quick reflexes, and their strength. You pity them. Poor things were stuck in the loop of human greed for the rest of eternity.

Then comes code yellow, the slightly dangerous code. As compared to code green and blue, code yellow had much fewer adoption rates. And the people who adopted them were usually a bit more of the riskier kind. More often than not, lonely ex-militariats.

If you weren't wrong, Nanami owned one too. Yuuji, a tiger cub hybrid, if you weren't mistaken. They are usually of a bit stronger and more playful sort- elephants, gorillas, tigers, and the types. They were fairly easy to tame once they accepted someone as their mas- as their caregiver.

You sigh, jumping off the medical van and walking towards the van that contained the hybrid.

"What's its name?" you ask the woman standing guard by the door.

"His name is Mahito," she scowls at you, emphasizing the pronoun as if reproaching you for not considering it human.

Looking through the netted window, you see the hybrid scratching at the walls, going feral as they bellowed in the soundproof van. Then grabbing their ears as their voice echoed back to them.

As if sensing your eyes they snap their head towards you, eyes set in a ferocious glare but still holding a tint of bare fear of you. You sneer, that's all they are.

Code reds were not in the market for adoption. It was illegal to raise a code red if you were not associated with a hybrid agency and had a tamer's license. But that didn't stop the more financially gifted ones from buying the code reds from the black market just for their own pleasure. After all, code reds were the prettiest hybrids despite their vulgar nature.

Code reds were strictly carnivorous and would display nausea when fed vegetables.

They absolutely loathed humans and wouldn't ever give in even to the humblest and the most genuinely kind humans.

Then came the code blacks. You sigh again, heavily this time as you wonder how your code black is faring in your apartment. You took it in as a 24/7 project from the company. All thanks to the fact that nobody else could handle this one. This deadly code black.

"I'm home~" you sing as you open the door. Not wanting to turn around to close the door, you kick it shut as you feel the air fluctuate.

Tilting your head slightly to the right, the incoming knife swishes slightly past your head, missing your skin by an inch.

"That was a warmer welcome than I expected actually." you shrug nonchalantly. You can't see it in the dark, but you know better than to search for the switch right now. The entire apartment reverberates with the low growl coming from your code black's throat.

"Oh, come on, Sukuna. Won't you give your caregiver a nice hug?"

He roars even before you can finish the sentence. Heavy footsteps approach you and you jump to the side, dodging his body and landing on the beanbag you nailed to the furniture for this very reason.

Rolling off of it, you feel the heavy body already towering over you. You shove your palm up, and your calculations turn out accurate as your palm meets his scorching hot throat. Straightening your elbow, you push his fangs away from your face. God knows what disfigurement you would have received had you been a fraction of a second slower.

You would indulge him in this daily game of yours. But you are tired, and starting to get pissed. So instead of engaging him, you opt to say- "Ugh. Give me a damn break, idiot-" before sending a punch with your nondominant fist to his temple.

Groaning, he falls heavily over you, almost squishing the guts out of your ass. You grunt, feeling the stitches come undone. Pushing him off of you, you stand up. Trembling with the pain scouring through your injured shoulder you switch on the lights and head to the bathroom leaving him out cold on the floor.

Sighing at the ravaged bathroom and hall, you reach up above the cabinet and into the secret stash of medical aid. Sewing yourself up you bite off the thread. Your phone rings beside you, Nanami's name lighting up the dark screen.

"Already miss me, Nanamin?" you chuckle, getting ready for a hot bath.

His voice is somber and emotionless as he says, "Just checking in. Considering your pet's... violent tendencies, I'm afraid we might hear about your death soon enough."

"Ahahahaha, Nanamin, Nanamin..." sinking into the hot water feels heavenly after a long day at work. You sigh blissfully, "You should know better than anyone that it will take more than a petty code black to take me down."

He hums, "I hope so. Anyway, good night. Stay safe."

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

When Suna entered the living, you sat on the couch, conveniently hogging most of the space as you lazily scrolled through your phone. Shoving your legs aside, he slumps onto the couch with a sigh.

"Watcha doin', babe?" he asks.

His arm instinctually comes around you, wrapping your shoulder and pulling you closer to his chest. Normally, this would be the indication for you to cuddle him. Not today. You squirm out of his hold, eyes glued to your phone the whole time. "Nothing." you perfunctorily say. He's quiet for a second before his entire body drapes heavily over you. "Lemme see," he whispers in your ear, peeking into your phone. You quickly snap it shut, gaining a narrow-eyed gaze from your boyfriend.

Pushing him off you, you mumble, "I don't wanna cuddle today, Rin." His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and he huffs, completely turning his body away from you and switching on the television. "Whatever. Ion wanna cuddle either." You peer at him from the corner of your eye. Suna watches the match with much gusto. But you know he's already watched this match plenty of times before. So he must be faking it.

Patting yourself on the back for successfully pulling a prank on him, you wait for him to pout at you and ask you for cuddles again. Because you know as much of a savage Suna is, he loves cuddling up with you. But the expected pout never comes. Instead, you watch him gradually spread out on the couch, lazy but invested in what he's watching.

He isn't even sparing you a glance. There's a sudden feeling of indignation bubbling up inside your belly as your cheeks puff up automatically.

Your eyes rake over his form, arms draped over the back of the couch and his legs spread in that delicious manspread- You feel like a cat as you fantasize curling up on his lap and having him pat your head as you press light kisses to his tummy now and then. They never fail to send those pretty shivers down his spine.

Before you know it, he turns to you, an eyebrow raised as he asks, "What are you lookin' at?"

You turn your face away, embarrassment painting your features as you realize you were blatantly staring at him. And worse, he caught you. You shrug, "Nothing interesting."

He shrugs back, "Okay." and turns around to resume watching the sitcom now. You frown, his lack of attention on you finally getting to your nerves. After debating with yourself for a second you jump at him. "Ack!" Suna yelps, startled. His shock by your hands and feet struggling to cling to him is evident as he pushes you right back.

"What are you doing? Lemme watch the show!" He exclaims. "No!" you shriek, "Cuddle!" your vocabulary has been reduced to single words as you try your best, clawing and pawing at your boyfriend's t-shirt desperately.

"But I don't wanna cuddle!"

You pause at that and taking advantage of your sudden lack of resistance, he plops your ass down on the couch, away from him. "That was just a prank," you say, eyes downtrodden as you feel the guilt well up. "Oh was it? Well, it wasn't funny. And this isn't a prank either. I really don't wanna cuddle." Your eyes widen, shock settling as you scrutinize his face for any traces of humor. But there's none and you suddenly feel startled. Did you really go over the top this time?

But... but you never really succeeded in pranking him. It was always Suna who did succeed. You stand up, ready to go into the shared bedroom. You take one step before being yanked back by the wrist. You directly fall into his lap as his huge arms come around you, encasing you in that familiar heavenly embrace you love.

"What?" you look at him dumbly. Wasn't he mad at you right now?

"Tch," he flicks your head, "Where d'ya think ya going, huh? Leaving your boyfriend all by himself on the cold couch?" He chuckles when he watches your lips form a wobbly smile as you realize he reverse punked you again, "You are cruel, Rin," you mumble, burying your face in his chest. His palm cups the back of your head, keeping you close to him as he sighs, "Don't do such pranks ever again. You almost got me."

You smile into his chest. So he did fall for the prank. You don't say anything. Because boy, were you cooking some more pranks up in your head for him. And Suna feels your smirk and sighs again, because, oh boy he could use a vodka right now.

𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

Indignant eyes follow you as you shuffle around the living room, dusting the surfaces and rearranging stuff. Atsumu lays on the couch, heavy pout adorning his face as he glares at your back.

"Ya know, people would pay to cuddle with me," he huffs.

"Then go make a living out of it." Your snub is quick and it efficiently shuts him up for a while. You see, rejecting your blond boyfriend is very hard. Especially when he uses them big eyes to plead you to just join him on the couch for fifteen minutes only. But you know it never ends after fifteen. So you straight up say no. And stand by that. Also, a mischievous part of you wants to see what he would do if you said you don't wanna cuddle him.

And you see it now. Rather, you feel it as his eyes bore holes into your ass while you dust the television. You sigh, "I can feel your eyes on my ass, Tsumu"

"well, it's a nice ass," he complains. And you smile at the grumpy tone laced with a hint of underlying affection. You turn to look at him, smile slipping and face deadpan as you deliver the last blow, "I don't want to cuddle with you right now."

Atsumu sits up like he's struck by the lightning. There are a lot of emotions flitting past his eyes as he goes through all his past actions, his mind already conjuring up unforeseen conclusions. But what stays is the sudden stubborn set of his eyes that tells you he isn't accepting that answer. You roll your eyes and turn away, resuming to dust the television.

It's quiet for a second before you hear rustling of the blankets he keeps on the couch. Palms slide around your waist, curling around you and pressing you to his solid chest. It's sudden and it startles you. "'Tsumu!" you scream. Your legs leave the floor as he easily throws you over his shoulder, marching straight for the bedroom. Throwing you onto the bed he wrestles you down, pinning your arms and feet beneath him.

And as he lays like this above you he sighs, "Finally some peace~"

You scoff at him and as you open your mouth to rip him to pieces, he presses a chaste kiss to it, tongue delving into your mouth as he sucks in your breath. You try backing away but there's no moving. You are stuck under him. And he is relentless with the kiss. Soon enough you feel faint and your head falls back into the pillow. Sensing your submission, Atsumu backs up, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his. He chuckles, "Now be a sweetheart and cuddle me, will ya?"

𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

"I don't want to cuddle, Kou."

You regret it the moment it leaves your lips. Bokuto looks at you with hurt clear in his eyes. He also seems heartbroken, like you just told him that you were breaking up with him. Maybe worse as you can see him try to reign in his tears as he asks you in choked words.

"Did... did I do something wrong?"

And it crushes you to watch this ray of sunshine so sad. More than you thought it would. This was, after all, a silly little prank. But gritting your teeth you drag the game wanting to get a good reaction from him.

"It's not you, Kou. I just don't feel like it today-" the words aren't out of your mouth that his eyes widen, palm coming up to cover his trembling lips as the first tear flows down. "You are falling out of love with me..."

Your heart jolts in your ribs even at the remote thought of not being with Bokuto. Rushing to him you tiptoe, arms quickly wrapping around his huge frame, struggling to encompass all of him into your smaller arms.

You press a quick kiss to his lips, apologies flowing like a river. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Kou, I didn't mean it. It was just a prank."

He pauses, "Prank?" He looks down at you. His palms lightly fall to your waist. And it breaks your heart as you feel his reluctance in the light pressure he applies to your waist; compared to the full crushing pressure he applies when he usually holds you like this.

"Yes, baby." You nod, your own eyes turning red as you curse at yourself. No prank was worth Bokuto's tears. This was such a stupid idea. You should have stuck to something nicer. But those thoughts of self-reproach are interrupted when he grabs your shoulders, holding you before him as his eyes desperately rake your face.

"Promise? You aren't lying because im crying are you? Because if you are truly unhappy with me I-" he chokes up, either falling short of words or unable to actually say them out. "I-" he tries again but the words won't come out.

You sniff, pressing a palm to his lips. "No. Don't say rubbish, Kou. I'm never leaving you." You remove your palm, replacing it with your lips instead. And you kiss him. Desperate to prove to him that you aren't going anywhere. At least not anywhere without him.

And when he kisses you back, you feel the reciprocation tenfold. His desperation, his fears, his love... everything is intensified. And it overwhelms you. How much love this man contains. How much he wants to give.

And that's how ladies and gentlemen you agreed to this arrangement. Bokuto sticks to you like a tail, palms on your tummy, or your waist all the time. He's following you like a clingy puppy, except that he is actually clinging to you. You are thankful that he isn't putting his entire weight on you, or you wouldn't know how to get the dinner ready with 82 kilograms of human hunched over your shoulder.

"One sec, Kou, lemme get that ladle-" you say, trying to escape his claws. But he holds on tighter. "Nope. Not letting you go," he mutters into your neck, voice muffled but pouty. You sigh and pat his head before placing a chaste kiss on his ruffled hair, the smell of his shampoo comforting you immensely.

The crowd gazes up at you in admiration and reverence as you deliver the valedictorian speech. You can feel hundreds of eyes on you, none of which you can see courtesy of the spotlight blinding your eyes. Some wonder if you are nervous. But the thousand megawatts smile on your face would say otherwise. The lights shining on you feel great but not as good as the vibration inside you.

Your boyfriend smiles up at you from the row closest to the stage. Kuroo looks absolutely breathtaking as he sits there in the graduation robe, garnering so many lingering gazes himself. But you don't mind; oh you never did. You both were a very popular duo. And jealousy was never an emotion either of you dwelled on. More so now as you clenched your wet thighs hidden well beneath the heavy graduation robe.

Kuroo's long fingers mindlessly played with the controller well hidden in his huge palm. Watching you speak with such gusto, Kuroo wondered if anyone could ever guess just how nasty you were behind the scenes? How nicely you spread your legs for him at a single command. How you never said no to his fantasies.

He was careful not to increase the intensity of the vibrations.

But his finger accidentally pushes the button, unintentionally increasing the intensity to the highest.

The intensity of the vibrations suddenly skyrockets without any warning, catching you off guard. Your voice wavers audibly. But you are quick to cover it up. You clear your throat and apologize, "Sorry for that. I'm just a bit nervous." The audience is accepting of you, it always has been.

You were after all the 'goody-two-shoes' of the class. Shame they didn't know just how much of a goody-two-shoes you were in bed too.

Kuroo thought he fucked up when your speech wavered. Hence he stopped the vibrator as you finished your apology. And now you stood on the stage, head blank and blinking owlishly.

Then taking a deep breath you looked down at where your boyfriend should be sitting, you speak into the mic, "Can you please switch it back on?"

The audience is confused for a second but when the light music starts in the background they dismiss it. The vibrations start the next second. You smile brilliantly at the crowd, words fluently flowing out again, "Thank you very much."

Your boyfriend sits among the crowd, button pushed to moderate speed and controller shoved into his pocket. There's a dumbfound expression on his face that you would have found funny had you seen it. But it soon morphs into a cunning smile as millions of ideas flow Into his ever-active, ever-mischievous brain.

A relationship with Kuroo could never be boring; he ensures it would never be.

You were, after all, his Slutty Valedictorian.