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I couldnât get the combo of making out + subby levi + gentle pegging out of my head, so have this drabble I wrote in like an hour. Itâs giving afterglow Levi honestly⌠so I guess you can say this is loosely tied to the fic.
Levi Ackerman x fem! Reader Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings for submissive Levi, Reader is fem-implied, pegging/strap-on (anal penetration and fingering), heavy petting, soft smut, praise
âFuck,â you gasp through the kiss. Your grip on his hips falters before tightening, knuckles paling as your fingers melt into soft skin. He sighs and sinks into you.
âWhat?â he asks.
His hand moves from your jaw down your neck, splaying over the column of your throat.
You can only manage a small shake of your head. âNothing. Donât stop.â
âI wasnât going to,â he murmurs against your lips, âuntil you so rudely interrupted me.â
Your fingers slide through his hair, making a fist near the crown of his head. Before he can antagonize you any further, you shove his mouth onto yours where it belongs, your tongue prodding his. He gives a small roll of his hips, forced to plant a hand behind his body to keep himself upright. The rings on your fingers sear through him right down to bone.
You shove up the hem of his shirt, exposing more of his stomach to the balmy air. Blunt fingernails scratch gently up to his chest, your thumb stroking him right over his heart. Distantly, you can feel it throb in tandem with the building heat between your thighs.
Leviâs jaw pops open when your finger knicks his perked nipple, and you seize the opportunity to explore his mouth deeper, overpowering him with a few skillful laves of your tongue. He fights back, though shakily, by closing his teeth down on your bottom lip. The dull pain welcomes a shuddering sound from deep inside you.
He scoffs, breathless, âI win.â
âLike hell,â you hiss back. You grab his hips and drag him forward, angling your body so that your center touches the growing bulge in his pants.
He curses to himself. âOh, fuck, youâre wearing it?â
âYeah, I am,â you say against his cheek. You kiss along his jawline back to his ear, nipping at his ear lobe before descending his throat. He tries to writhe over the strap tucked away, anything but subtle in his wordless plea for what he desires. After you suck a few bruises into his neck, you tell him, âNow go lay on your back for me.â
Levi slides off your lap without need for further prompting, blue-gray eyes blinking up at you expectantly where he stretches back on his elbows. His legs are joined and angled to the side, the hem of his shirt raised up to his ribs. His intent to entice you is purposefulâand itâs working.
âLift your hips for me, baby,â you demand. You work free the button and zipper on his trousers, then hook your fingers under his waistband. He lifts up as ordered, shimmying his legs to help you remove his pants and briefs at the same time. Goosebumps cover his pale legs when greeted by the temperature drop. Your palms rub up and down over his skin to smooth them over.
Your eyes flit up the plush of his thighs to his cock, hard and ready where it lays against his pelvis. A silvery cream has already begun coating his shaft, all the way down from his reddened tip. Carefully, you wrap your fingers around him, jerking him until heâs sighing and limp underneath you.
Dark lashes flutter shut, and his head lolls to the side. He instinctively brings a leg up, anticipating a prodding at his entrance that has yet to come.
He whines, âDonât tease.â
âI have to prep you first.â
âThen do it quickly. And stop touching me otherwise Iâm gonna fucking cum.â For good measure, he whispers, âPlease.â
You acquiesce him just this once despite his raging attitudeâhe can answer to that another time. But right now, all you can think about is watching and listening to him as you bury yourself inside him. You want to weave all those little noises out of his throat, turn him loose and pliant on your cock, and make him make a mess.
You reach for the bottle of lube behind you and generously lather two fingers. He watches you through low-lidded eyes, his tongue dampening his swollen lips as if to prove how hungry he is for it. If his expression alone wasnât enough proof, then he tells you everything by the way he grabs the plump cleft of his ass and spreads himself open for you.
âGood boy,â you coo. His eyes shut as he basks in the lasting warmth of your praise, and he bears down on the width of your fingers entering him.
You stretch him open with ease, caressing his walls, sinking in as far as their length allows. His chest heaves and his jaw goes completely slack, but you know well by now that two fingers is nothing compared to the thick device trapped under your restrictive waistband.
âPut it in,â he begs, his voice broken and airy. âTake me. Take me. Iâm ready.â
âI will,â you promise with a soothing edge to your voice.
You pull down on your zipper and work the toy out, drizzling some lube over the attachment before lining it with his entrance. His body goes completely taut, mouth gaped as the tip teases the soft ring of muscle. He aimlessly pats around the mattress for your hand, which you let him grip for dear life as you slowly push in.
Levi lets out a throaty sound. He crushes your hand with his own and grits his teeth, then goes boneless when your pelvis presses flush against his ass. Heâs already taken everything you offered, and heâs never felt better. He reaches over to bring his pillow to his face and hugs it, still gripping your hand.
âGood?â you ask.
He nods, utterly helpless to his own desires. More beads of precome dribble from his cockhead and leave a trail on his lower tummy, but he makes no move to touch himself without your permission.
âI wanna hear you.â
âYes,â he chokes. âFuck, ahââ
Your hand finds the little divot in his waist and latches on, pinning him in one place so you can add more momentum to your thrusts. Groans tunnel up out of his throat and mingle with the air around. His hair clings to his sweat-slick forehead.
He rubs his lips together, bruised from kissing, and uses both his arms to cling to the pillow. A crease forms where his brows draw together, an almost anguished look plastered on his dewy featuresâlike it hurts him to feel so ridiculously pleasant.
âLook at you,â your breaths come out shaky, a smile twitching on your lips. âYou take me so well, Levi baby.â
âMmn,â is all he can respond with.
âYou need me to touch you, or can you cum just like this for me?â
âJustâŚâ He pushes back onto your cock, craving you even deeper if itâs possible. His hips undulate, and the bedsheets stimulate him where he ruts unabashedly. âPlease, pleaseââ
From the way his tongue is poking at his lips and his body is shivering from your strokes, you know heâs close. Your nails sink into the taut skin of his waist, and he throws his head back.
âIâm there!â he cries.
You donât change any of what youâre doing. You still fuck him with that same tenderness, hitting him just as deep, grabbing him and holding him.
âLet me have it, Levi. Cum for me.â
He finishes with a whimper, clamping down on your cock while white coats his stomach. You stroke him with a loose fist to milk him of every last drop, still bottomed out inside, your body draped protectively over his. He quivers, his jaw wobbling and his body drawing tight until heâs keening from the overstimulation; then you release him. You wait until his breathing evens out.
âYou did so good.â You smooth his bangs back, your heart thrumming at the glow highlighting his pink cheekbones. âGive me a kiss.â
He hums softly and tilts his head, parting his lips to make room for yours. Heâs a bit lazy kissing you back, no longer feigning a fight for dominance. Your lips continue to move steadily and slowly over his as you pull out. Despite the emptiness, he feels anything but hollowâonly a deep, burning satisfaction that stirs every nerve awake.
âLove you,â he breathes. He nuzzles closer to you, his nose brushing yours.
A smile finds your lips. âI love you, too,â you say back softly.
Youâd been by Kuroo Tetsurouâs side ever since you could remember. Neighbors in childhood, you grew up together, watching him flourish from a lanky teenager to a strong volleyball captain during high school. He always amazed youâhow he was able to command a whole team of rowdy boys during the day, then turn into the dorky science lover you knew him to be at night. You laughed at all of his silly science jokes, smiled whenever he complimented you, and cheered âGo Tetsu, go!â at him in the stands whenever you could make it to the Nekoma games.
University didnât change anything. You worked hard to get into the same university as him, hanging out at his off-campus apartment whenever you got the chance. You always said it was because of how good the school was, but you knew better. Youâd been in love with him since high schoolâhell, even longer if you were honest with yourselfâand you couldnât imagine being away from him for very long. He always rolled his eyes and shook his head whenever you appeared on his doorstep, but he stepped aside anyway, making room for you in his life like you belonged there.
Thatâs why the accident didnât change anything, either.
It was quick. A guy who ran a red light didnât see you crossing the street. Screeching tires, horrified gasps, then darkness.
But when you woke up, nothing hurt. Your body was completely intact, still in the outfit you were wearing that day, but without your bag or your school books.
You also werenât at home anymore.
You stood in the middle of Kuroo Tetsurouâs apartment, next to the couch youâd sat on countless times, the apartment owner nowhere to be found. How did you get here? You wandered through the rooms looking for him, but not seeing him, tried the front door to leave.
Only you couldnât.
Your hand went through the knob immediately, and you screamed, backing up into the wall. Only the wall didnât stop youâyou fell through it immediately and landed in the middle of the hallway closet, staring at winter jackets and old Nekoma sweatshirts. In your panic, you scrambled up, hurrying back to the front door to try the knob again and again.
Nothing changed.
It was nearly unbelievable, so you chalked it up to a bad dream that youâd soon wake up fromâexcept Kuroo shuffled back into the apartment that night, eyes bloodshot and red, head buried into his hands the minute he sat down on his couch. You cried with him then, translucent tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried over and over to offer a comforting hand, and failed every time.
It was then that realization settled like a heavy blanket.
You were dead.
Time passed; lives went on without you. You watched Kuroo graduate university and find his dream job with the Japan Volleyball Association. You lingered in that apartment for years, working to strengthen your resolve to show him you were still there for him. Whenever he wasnât home, you tried to hold onto things, move them to help him whenever he misplaced something. It took a lot of energy at first, rendering you unable to move for days on end, but after years of practice, it was second nature now.
His phone? Whenever he needed it.
Forgot to turn off the coffee maker? You switched it off for him instead.
The report he painstakingly worked on all weekend? Tidy and in a manila folder, on the dining room table waiting for him.
âI think I have an angel watching me,â Kuroo had joked to Bokuto one night on the phone when he found his lost headphones after looking all day. Then he uttered your name and made you gasp. âMaybe theyâre out there watching me or something.â
You were beyond ecstatic that he remembered you after all these years, but you knew all good things had to come to an end.
And they certainly did the moment she first walked through the door.
Sheâs pretty. Thatâs the first thing you think when you see her. The second is, I hate her.
Kuroo is smitten with her from the get-go, which makes things worse because he doesnât see her messages. He doesnât hear the way she talks about him on the phone when heâs out of earshot. But you do.
Heâs kind of a loser, but heâs hot, isnât he? She giggles to her friend and gasps when she feels your hand brush across her face. Youâre not strong enough to slap or touch peopleâand thatâs not for a lack of tryingâbut she looks around the room wildly before settling back on the couch.
âNo, no, Iâm okay,â she reassures her friend before sighing. âAnyway, he wants to go to the museum next week. The museum!â
Thatâs when you decide to make her life a living hell.
Itâs not because of the unrequited love you were never able to express. Itâs because Miki, as you now know her, doesnât deserve Kuroo. She doesnât deserve the way he smiles at her; doesnât deserve the way he brings her flowers or sends her little flirty texts that she barely responds to; doesnât deserve the way he keeps his face between her legs, making her cum over and over without any reciprocation.
It makes your face harden whenever Miki coos Tetsurou to his face, then complains about him behind his back. Does she not realize what a catch Kuroo is? How anyone would be lucky to have him to themselves? You start smallâmisplaced items, little shadows in the corner of her eye. You grow bolder when she starts to notice: lights flickering whenever she talks badly about him, disembodied whispers and giggles that are assuredly not from her whenever Kuroo tells a joke.
You can practically feel her nerves and fright whenever she walks into the apartment, and itâs a cold October night when you realize you can finally touch her.
It shocks the both of you; you jump apart from each other without realizing it, and Kuroo looks up from the movie strangely to regard her.
âYou okay, babe?â
âY-yeah,â she stutters as she looks around. âI thought something touched me.â
âMust be my guardian angel,â he laughs as he pulls her into his side, kissing the top of her head. âSometimes it feels like Iâm blessed.â
Kuroo might be blessed, but she certainly isnât.
That night, as she sleeps, you try again. You touch her hand, and though yours disappears into her skin, you can feel her. You can feel the slow beat of her heart, can feel the way her lungs expand and collapse with her even breaths. Itâs enough to make you pull back, holding your hand to your chest as you stare at her sleeping body as you speculate. Touching her made you feel you were alive again, and when you touch her one more time, her heartbeat thrumming through your cold body, the beginnings of a plan start to form.
It takes shape, cracking from its egg and gaining wings the minute Kuroo calls Kenma a few days later.
âMiki justâŚâ Kuroo takes a breath before exhaling sharply. âI donât know, Kyanma. I wish she was more spontaneous or something. Sometimes it feels like she doesnât even want to be with me.â
âSpontaneous?â The gamer questions from the other end.
âYeah, you know, like⌠crawling under the table before dinner toââ
âPlease donât finish that sentence.â
âDo you know how many times Iâve asked her to sit on my face and sheâs said no?â
âKuro, Jesus, I donât need to know.â
Both Kuroo and Kenma laugh, but youâre not laughing. Youâre angryâangry at the fact that Miki is wasting Kurooâs love, at the fact that she doesnât appreciate or respect him like you could. You could have given him everything he wanted if you only had the chanceâbut that was ripped from you by a man distracted by his phone and shitty luck on your university campus.
Thatâs when you resolve to give Kuroo what he wants.
The next time Miki sleeps over, you put your plan into motion. You gently touch her hand as she sleeps, and when your hand sinks into hers, you push further. Your arm falls in hers; your legs disappear into her body. When you finally lay your heart over hers, itâs like a jolt runs through your entire being. Itâs shocking, almost painful, like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown all over you and forced you awake.
When you spring up, your hands arenât your own. Your legs are heavy as you slip from bed and pad over to the floor-length mirror Kuroo keeps by his desk.
You donât stare back.
Miki does.
When you lift your hand, Mikiâs arm lifts in the mirror. The touch to her face feels like your face, and when Mikiâs fingers pinch her cheek, you feel it.
Holy shit.
âBabe?â Kurooâs tired voice croaks, and you turn back to him, trying to catch your (or is it Mikiâs?) breath. âEverything okay?â
âEverythingâs fine,â you placate him in Mikiâs voice as you move back over to the bed.
Kuroo is warm as you slip next to him, your hands running all over his bare chest. God, this is what youâve always wanted, being able to touch him like this. You can feel his heartbeat beneath your fingers; feel his chest heave with breaths when you lift your fingers to his face.
âYou sure?â
âYeah, just had a weird dream,â you agree as you snuggle into his side. This is where you belongâin the arms of the man you love, who youâre sure loves you too, and who would be at your side like this if you were still alive. You close your eyes, relishing in the way his arm is so tight around your body, at how warm his lips are when they press to your forehead.
Only when you open them again, youâre back in the living room and certainly not in Mikiâs body.
It wasnât enough, that one touch of him. You watch as Miki brushes his hair out of his eyes, kisses his lips, and walks out of the apartment. She doesnât realize how good she has it, does she? That she can touch him whenever she wants; that she can kiss him, hold him, love him without sneaking into someone elseâs body for a taste.
The next time she comes over, itâs a bit harder. She doesnât fall asleep right awayâyou watch her eyes flit around the room, even as Kuroo sleeps soundly next to her, pillows pressed to his ears like he always does. Finally, when she closes her eyes and slips into slumber, you move. This time isnât as jarring, and her body feels more comfortable when you sit up.
You glance over at Kurooâs sleeping body, eyes roaming down his broad chest and toned abs, and lick your lips. If he wants his partner to be more spontaneous, well then, thatâs what youâll give him.
You start with a kiss, a light one to his sleeping lips, hands running all over his chest. When you squeeze at his pecs, Kuroo exhales, letting go of the pillows. You drag your fingers all around his nipples, grinning when they harden under your careful touch, before you make your way down to his boxers.
âTetsu,â you whisper against his face, pressing soft kisses to his tan cheek and jawline as your fingers grope at his cock through his boxers. His little sound is like music to your ears, and you squeeze again to force another out of him. âTetsu, wake up.â
He doesnât stir, even when his dick is hard under your touch, even when you start dragging your tongue down his neck and nibbling at his flesh. You push your hand inside the elastic of his boxers, feeling his cock for the first time ever. Fuck, itâs big and makes yourâwell, Mikiâsâcunt pulse with neediness. You moan against his throat as your feather-light touches make it twitch, groping at his balls to make him squirm.
âTetsu,â you repeat as you move further down, a glint in your eye that he canât see. But you tug down his boxers anyway, peeling them off just enough so that his cock springs free. Your mouth goes dry when you see it for the first time, and you know for sure that youâre never going to give this up.
Kuroo moans when you drag your tongue around the tip of his cock, hips jerking when you take it into your mouth. Youâre careful at first, seeing how much Mikiâs body can take without gagging, and when you realize she has almost no gag reflex, you smirk. Youâre able to take the entire length, so you start a quick pace, fingers brushing over his balls as you work.
You whimper when you taste him for the first time, and your fingers dig into his thighs as you hollow your cheeks. Thatâs when he starts to stirâa quiet groan, a shift as you bob up and down that makes you take even more of him. Kurooâs fingers wrap in your hair, and you moan when he tugs lightly, his voice hoarse and laced with sleep.
âMiki, whatââ
Your annoyance surges at the name, and you lightly run your teeth up his shaft as punishment. It makes him hiss, and you soothe him with your tongue, sucking and licking until heâs groaning again. Your eyes flick up to his expression and your cunt throbs at the sight of him: eyes lidded, trained on the way you suck him, chest heaving with his breaths. Your fingers run over his balls again, squeezing the tight sacks hard enough to make his stomach quiver.
âShit,â he whispers and with a few jerks of his hips, heâs flooding your mouth with his cum. He tastes so good that you drink in every last drop, twirling your tongue around the head to lick up every part of him. When youâre finished, you move up and capture his lips before he can protest, pushing your tongue past his lips easily thanks to his surprised groan.
Fuck, heâs such a good kisser, tongue tangling with yours and running all over your mouth. His fingers feel electric on your thighs, pushing up underneath the flimsy shorts until heâs groping at your ass. Thereâs nothing more you want than him inside of you, making you moan and shudder until your eyes roll to the back of your headâbut part of you is worried that itâll push Miki too far. The only reason youâre able to control her is because sheâs sleeping⌠right? An orgasm could wake her up, could push you out of her body in the middle of the act.
So when Kuroo starts trailing kisses down your neck, hands wandering closer to your aching cunt, you take a deep breath and pull away.
âI wanted to do something for you,â you murmur against his lips. âI donât need anything in return.â
âButââ
âShh,â you quiet him, rendering him speechless when you kiss him again. âItâs because I love you, silly.â The word love makes him hitch a breath, and you can feel his cheeks heat when you press your nose to his flesh. âNow, go back to sleep, okay?â
You watch him as he nods, closes his eyes, and does what you say. He looks so peaceful asleep, so you stay up a bit later to trail your fingers over his cheekbones, through his raven-locks, down his broad back. Itâs only when you canât keep your eyes open anymore that you fall back into slumber andâ
âwake up still in Mikiâs body.
Huh?
Itâs strange going about your morning in this foreign body, unsure of what to do. You donât know her morning routine, you donât know where she works, you donât know anything other than her young age and her phone unlock code. So when you go to the bathroom, you scour her email, her social media, and her log-ins to find anything. You learn that Miki is a university student studying English, is flirting with a man on Twitter, and has three classes today a bit later in the afternoon. As youâre checking her university information, Kuroo knocks on the door and peeks his head inside.
âYou okay? We have to leave soon if you want to make it to your first class.â
Whatâs going to happen if you walk out the door and she wakes up during the commute? Will you wake up back in Kurooâs house? Will your soul be lost forever? No, it canât. It canât end like this, it canât.
âBe done soon.â
Thereâs a splitting pain in your head as soon as Kuroo shuts the door, and it takes everything in you not to cry out. Miki is waking up; you can feel her conscious crawling to the surface, fighting against yours, pushing you out of the way andâ
You both take a deep breath when youâre ripped from her body, a strange human-like pain in your chest for barely a moment. Itâs like you stole a piece of her life forceâsheâs pale, sweaty, and staring at herself in the mirror like she doesnât know where she is. It sends a strange thrill through your body when she checks her phone and immediately messages her best friend, âSomething strange just happened. I think I need to see the doctor.â
Sleepwalking. Thatâs what the doctor called itâand the sleeping pills he prescribes only let your presence grow stronger. One night turns into two. Two nights turns into three days. The weaker Miki grows, the more powerful you become, until thereâs a point in time when you occupy her body for a whole week without her soul ever waking up.
And Kuroo is none the wiserâyou even hear him talking to Bokuto on the phone, commenting on âthe change in Miki thatâs making me fall more in love with her.â His lunches are packed for work (his favorites because you know them all), his clothes are always ironed, and when youâre not playing the perfect university student, youâre playing the perfect housepartner, giving him everything he needs.
Itâs the second week of occupying Mikiâs body when you feel that splitting headache one more time. It makes you drop the spatula in your hands, Kurooâs stirfry sizzling uselessly on the stove as you're forced from Mikiâs body one more time. This time hurts, your whole body seizing up as you gasp for air. Miki fairs far worseâshe looks like sheâs seen a ghost, skin white as a sheet, eyes wide as she looks all around her. She nearly forgets to turn off the stove before she runs out of the apartment without even grabbing her school bag or her wallet.
The next time Miki comes over is nearly a month later, and sheâs trembling as she steps inside. Sheâs a bit thinner, circles under her eyes and an ashen hue to her skin that shows how weak sheâs become.
âTetsurou,â she whispers as she tugs on his jacket sleeve. âI donât think I can stay here tonight.â
âThe doctor says itâll be good to get out of the house,â he placates her with gentle hands running up and down her arms.
âBut⌠but thereâs something weird here.â
âItâs just for the night to see if it helps. You might be able to fall asleep with me next to you.â Kuroo gives one of his warm smiles and squeezes her arms. âTry for me?â
âAl⌠Alright.â
You watch her closely all night, lean over her shoulder to read her messages. Sheâs been avoiding this place because of what happened, and for good reason. The last month has given you plenty of time to stew in your anger, to hone your energy even more as you thought about what was right at the tips of your fingers all this time. Every time you tried to touch Kuroo in your ghost form and failed miserably, it only sowed the seeds of resolve deeper into your being.
Kuroo is yours, and will be yours. Forever.
Miki goes to sleep first, and Kuroo sits on the couch with a beer and a sigh. His phone rings a few times before he picks it up, and you sit next to him as he chats with Bokuto for a few minutes.
âHowâs the girl?â You hear Bokuto ask.
âSheâs⌠I donât know, Bo. Somethingâs wrong. For a while she was acting likeââ Kuroo pauses, thinking for a moment before he takes a sip of his beer. âNah, itâs nothing. She just wasnât acting like herself for a bit.â
âIâm sure itâll be fine,â Bokuto answers.
You agree. Everything will be fine because youâll make it fine.
Miki is defenseless as you slip into her body one more time exceptâ
Something pushes at you from within, trying to force your presence out. Itâs like a constant kick to your side, a pressure on your soul that pulls you further and further away. But itâs weak, barely able to keep pushing, and youâre able to quash it with no problem. A swift push, an angry choke, and youâre settling nicely into the body youâve become so used to.
When you open your eyes, something is different. Usually you can feel Mikiâs soul beneath yours, a humming of two different life forces that flowed together like a river.
Now thereâs nothing but the thrum of your own soul, beating in tune with the soft and slow beat of your heart.
You lift your hands to touch your face, eyes slipping closed as you search for that underlying current, that thrum of electricity that tells you Miki is dormant and waiting to re-emerge.
Nothing.
You slowly stand, padding out toward the living room where Kuroo sits, still on the phone with Bokuto. You donât realize youâre crying until heâs hastily hanging up, rising to come closer and wipe the tears from your lids.
âHey, whatâs the matter? Bad dream?â
âYes,â you immediately answer, clinging to his Nekoma jacket sleeves. âYes, I had a bad dream but now Iâm finally awake.â
âBabe?â
You give him a kiss as your answer, pushing Mikiâs bodyâno, your body flush against his, fingers tangling in the back of his hair. Kuroo must not expect your strength because he stumbles back and drags you with him, hands tight around your upper arms. Itâs easy to push your tongue into his mouth, easy to guide him back against the wall until he bumps against it clumsily. Your tongues dance together as he clings to you, long fingers pushing at the back of your shirt to disappear inside.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â He murmurs against your cheek, hot and sweaty as he tears your shirt from your body. God, his hands feel so good against you, lighting a trail of fire along your skin as he drags his fingers up your stomach. âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYes, I justââ You pause to paw at his jacket, helping him out of that before tearing his shirt off right after. âJust need you so bad, Tetsurou.â
Youâre careful not to call him his nickname, to call him what Miki calls him when you kiss him again, messy and sloppy as your hands grope all over each other. He squeezes your tits through your bra and you return the favor, nails raking down his stomach hard enough to make him moan. As soon as your bra is off, his hands are on you, fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples until theyâre hard. You whimper, grinding your aching cunt against his thigh, hands disappearing into the back of his pants to squeeze at his ass.
âShit, you werenât kidding,â he laughs when you squeeze again, and you muster the most coy look you can when you pull back to look at him.
âTetsurou.â Your soft voice makes him pause in his motions. âCan I sit on your face?â
His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, his body stiff at your sudden request, but then he swallows and nods a few times. âYeah, uh. Fuck, yeah, of course.â
Itâs cute how he tries to hide how excited he is as he lays down on the ground, and you wiggle out of your shorts and panties, holding them up for him with one finger. He exhales out of his nose when you drop them by your feet, and his eager hands immediately find your hips when you swing your leg over his chest. You yelp as youâre dragged forward, but it turns into a gasp when his tongue runs over your folds.
Heâs careful at first, dragging his tongue up and down until your folds are wet with a mix of saliva and your juices. But as soon as your hips jerk toward his mouth, his grip on you tightens and your cunt is pressed directly to his face so he can worm his tongue inside. Your fingers bury into his hair, tugging on the strands as he begins to lap you up, tongue pressing against your pulsing walls as he flicks and twirls.
âFuck,â you whine, trying to keep yourself from rocking against his mouth, but his strong hands guide you to do just that. He helps you glide along his face, grinding down on his mouth like youâre fucking yourself, his sharp eyes on you the entire time. You canât help but keep eye contact, cheeks flaming when he finds your clit, and you let out a high-pitched keen. âFuck, Tetsurou, like that, just like that.â
His moan is muffled into your cunt as he dives even deeper, and a small part of you wonders how he can even breathe with how close heâs pressed to your core. His lips encase your clit and give a harsh suck that makes you tug even harder on his hair. His fingers tighten on your flesh, nails digging in as you rock against his face, the fire in your stomach growing to a fever pitch.
âIâmâIâm gonna cum, ahââ
You feel him nod against you, hands holding you down on his face so thereâs no pulling away. You give a stuttered cry of his name as your pleasure crests, and you cling to him, shamelessly grinding against his face as you gush all over his mouth. You feel like you canât breathe, lightheaded from the way he laps you up, tongue running over your sensitive clit over and over again until youâre whimpering and trying to pull away.
Youâve barely come down from your high when youâre pushed to your back. You squeak in surprise, grabbing onto Kurooâs shoulders as he looms over you, hurrying to push down his sweatpants and boxers.
âFuck, that was so hot,â he breathes before kissing you, full of tongue, teeth, and desperation. His breath is warm as it fans across your face, the grin on his lips making your heart race. Oh, how you missed that feeling. âYouâre so sexy.â
âYouâre not so bad yourself, mister,â you joke, pulling his hips flush against yours by wrapping your legs around his waist and tugging. You both moan when his hard cock drags along your slick folds, and your hold on him only tightens. âDonât make me wait anymore.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â he grins, and your heart soars at the simple promise.
He doesnât know itâs you heâs talking toâdoesnât know how long youâve been waiting for him to take you, to push inside of you, to groan into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. You paw at him, nails digging into his skin and dragging down once he starts thrusting. His lips are all over your neck and chin as he moves, and you drag him into another kiss to feel more of him. It isnât enough, even when youâre panting for breath, even when his cock hits something deep inside you that makes you whine. You need more of him, deeper, harder, faster.
You shift so your legs are a bit further up his back and he gets the hint, grabbing onto the back of your thighs and pushing your knees into your chest. Kuroo hits so deep like this, and you whine with every thrust as it brushes your cervix over and over. Red lines mark his skin from where you drag your nails down, but he doesnât look like he caresâif anything, he looks excited, dark eyes watching your face twist in pleasure for him as he fucks you.
âSo good, so good,â you whine, heels lifting until theyâre on his shoulders, using it as a way to leverage your hips up and make him hit deep again and again. âMake me cum, please, I wannaâugh, fuck, wanna cum for you.â
Kuroo shudders, and it takes everything in you to suppress your smirk. You know what he likes thanks to overhearing his conversations, listening to his complaints about how Miki wasnât vocal enough for his liking. But youâyou can give him everything he wants and more, starting with purposefully tightening your walls around his cock to suck him in further.
âFuck, babe, youâre gonna kill me,â he chuckles breathlessly. You can tell heâs close by the flush on his cheeks, the sweat on his brow, and the way his cock pulses within you with his fast strokes. As soon as his fingers touch your wet and swollen clit, you keen, head falling back.
It doesnât take long for you to be on the verge of your second orgasm, eyes lidded as you watch his face contort with how hard heâs trying to stave off his orgasm for your sake. You dig your fingers into his wrists, babbling for your release, begging him to make you cum, and thatâs what sets him off. With a choked grunt, he spills into your cunt, thrusts sloppy as he paints your walls white with his release. It feels so good, fills you up to the brim, and makes you feel alive.
His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and his hips still, but he never stops rubbing your clit, not until youâre crying out and arching off the ground, walls spasming around his softening cock as you hit your second high. For a moment, you think Miki is backâyouâre so lightheaded that all you see is white and color bursting behind your eyelidsâbut when you open your eyes, Kuroo is grinning down at you, looking back tired but oh-so-satisfied.
âTetsu,â you mewl, and the grin slides down his face. He blinks once, then twice, shaking his head as he stares at you with a newfound intensity that makes you shiver. âWhat is it?â
âI thoughtââ He pauses, blinking one more time, this time for longer. âSorry, for a second, I saw something weird.â
âWhat?â Your heart leaps as you move your legs to the floor, hands clinging to his arms. You canât help the grin that tugs at your lips. âWhat, Tetsu? What did you see?â
âWhy do you keep calling me that?â He breathes. âThe only person who called me that wasââ
âSay it,â you demand softly, sitting up, careful not to let his softened cock fall from where youâre still connected. âSay it.â
Your name sounds like a melody falling from his lips. Not a nickname, not babe, not Miki. Your name and your name only.
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer. âI missed you,â you whisper into his skin.
âWait. Wait, what?â
His cat-like eyes are wide, staring down at your face as you run your thumb over his flesh like youâre tracing every part of him. âI love you so much. Iâve always loved you.â
âMiki, this isnât funny.â
âIâve been here the entire time,â you press with a frown. Why is he saying her name now? âYour missing files, your phone, your keys. I moved them for you. Your angel? That was me. Iâve been watching over you, Tetsu.â
âYouâŚ. no, thatâs not possible.â He tries to pry himself away, but you only cling harder, a pout on your lips. âThey died. They died. Years ago, in an accident. If this is a sick joke, knock it off.â
âItâs not a joke. I never left your side,â you tell him softly, thumb running over his bottom lip to make him stop frowning. âAnd now we have the chance to be together. Forever.â
âIââ Itâs like the wheels in his head are turning, his face flashing with a multitude of emotions until his eyes widen and settle on realization. âWhat the fuck. Whereâs Miki?â
âSheâs gone, I think.â
âYou canât justââ
âI love you,â you repeat, cutting him off with your firm tone, running your fingers through his hair as you smile. âAnd you love me too, donât you?â
You lean forward to kiss him softly, but he doesnât move, doesnât respond.
But thatâs okay, he doesnât have to.
Because Kuroo Tetsurou is yours forever, and heâll come to learn that soon, even if you have to prove it to him over and over.
content warnings: established relationship, fem reader, edging, overstim, oral (f. receiving), fingering, brief use of bondage and hair pulling, begging, degradation, teasing, âgood boy,â tsukishima is a brat, reader is a Dom with switch tendencies, creampie (i hate that word so much iâm sorry)
additional warnings: this fic contains tsukishima acting like he wants the reader to stop, but this is part of the scene. an established safe word is implied so everything is 100% consensual and has been agreed upon beforehand.
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warnings: 18+ content. minors do not interact. edging, unprotected sex, creampie, implied overstimulation. let me know if i missed any!!
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âF-fuckâŚâ
Bokutoâs breath stutters as he slips his cock into you, pushing deeper at an agonizingly slow pace.
âC-canât go too fast, might cumâŚâ
He sucks in his breath, bottom lip sandwiched between his teeth as he concentrates on holding back. It takes everything for him not to cum right then and there, with the way you look sprawled out beneath him, how you whimper with the slightest rock of his hips and your cunt squeezes around him, wetter and warmer than his fist.
âCâmon Bo, deeper, harder, pleaseâŚâ
He canât resist your charms, not when you beg him in that voice, pussy sucking him in deeper the more his movements falter.
He begins to rock his hips, the uneven rhythm indicative of his lack of experience. You canât blame him though; anything is sure to feel good to him if heâs never been touched like this before.
âBaby, is that good? you like that?â
You can tell heâs trying, his hands roaming your body as he thrusts to pinch at your nipples or rub at your clit messily. Though heâs clumsy in his movements, the sheer size of his cock makes up for it. You know heâll learn to know what you like and how to touch you, but for now just the feeling of being stuffed full is enough to bring you close to the edge.
Unfortunately, itâs at those moments, right when youâre teetering on the brink of euphoria, that he switches his rhythm or removes his hand from your clit. With all that buildup wasted, your cunt aches for release.
âDid'ja cum yet baby?â he manages to grunt between thrusts, nervous that heâs not making it enjoyable for you.
Little does he know that his unintentional sloppiness has you even more needy for him, and each time heâs edged you has only burned him and this moment deeper into your memory.
âN-no, not yet. please let me cum, wanna cum so bad Bo.â
Your voice is whinier than you anticipate, and Bokuto picks up on the hint of desperation as you beg.
âShow me how you like it, okay?â he takes your hand with his and squeezes, letting you take the lead.
Singling out his thumb, you guide his thick fingers to your core, showing him how to tease your clit as he fucks you. Meanwhile, your heels dig into his ass, pulling him closer as you urge, âDeeper, deeper! Ah, just like that!â
Your back arches under his touch and he grins, watching as your face goes blank and hazy, drinking in the pleasure of his cock nudging against your most sensitive spot as the pressure of his thumb against your clit builds.
âFuck, gâna cum, oh- fuck!â
All the tension in your body suddenly rushes to your core, where Bokuto is still buried deep inside you. While your body and mind go slack, you clench around him, pussy pulsing as you come down from your high. It goes on longer than youâre used to, and through the sound of ringing in your ears, you hear Bokuto groan from above you, unable to hold off his own climax.
Your legs tighten around his torso, and he flops on top of you as you cum together, an intertwined mess of sweaty limbs and whispered feels so good, love you sâ much.
When he finally pulls out, he stops for a moment to admire the mess between your legs, his release mixed with your own. Already he can feel the blood rushing back to his softening cock, and he mounts you again, pushing your legs back despite your whines that itâs too much.
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- warnings; 18+ only, minors do not interact! ice play, handcuffs in bed, blindfolds, highly suggestive, drinking, using the traffic color system instead of safe words, sub!akaashi, i am dying, read at your own discretion
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The sky is blue, the grass is green and Akaashi is so very pretty. That thought crosses your mind as you drag your thumb along his swollen bottom lip. Tears gather in the corner of his cerulean eyes as he blinks up at you, mouth slightly parted when you push your thumb between his plush lips. Heâs a good boy, obedient, and aims to please so he swirls his tongue around the appendage and sucks. You hum in appreciation.
Youâre hot beneath the leather wrapped around your body but you canât be bothered to undress when you have Akaashi beneath you, laid out against the lavender-scented sheets and wrists bound by crushed velvet handcuffs. A string of saliva breaks when you withdraw your thumb from his mouth only to slot your lips over his.
Heâs eager, surging forward and squirming as you devour him, teeth nibbling and biting, tongue massaging against his. He tastes sweet, sweeter than the scent of your vanilla candle, sweeter than the honey whiskey you drank while he slipped into bed, lace and velvet gripped in his hands. Heâs flushed when you pull away, long lashes casting shadows against his rosy cheekbones. He lifts his head and silently asks, no begs for you to come back to him like a siren coaxing a sailor to dive back into the sea. But you ignore him in favor of raking your nails down his splotchy chest.
Roseate and vermillion decorate his chestâ hickeys the color of strawberries and marks in the shape of your mouth paint his complexion like impressionist style artwork. You want to pin him against the wall and show the world just how stunning your Akaashi is.
You nose the band wrapped around his neck, your tongue swiping against the lace-trimmed along the edges. You kiss the underside of his jaw and yank his collar towards the ceiling. He bows his back, a moan slipping from his lips. You sigh and kiss his tears away.
Akaashi looks so lovely in lace.
âC-careful,â he lightly chastises you when you let the choker go. âYouâll rip it.â
âIâll buy you another one,â you murmur against his shoulder, biting the skin in retaliation. He sniffs, turning his head, and hides behind his arm. He shudders when you drag your finger over his nipple.
âBut itâs my favorite oneâŚâ
You click your tongue. âFine, Iâll be careful,â you say as you hook your digit through the offending fabric and pull, snapping it against his skin when you let go. He flinches. âMaybe.â
You lean back and reach for the glass on the nightstand. Thereâs barely any whiskey left but you press the cup to your lips anyway. An ice cube slips into your mouth and you place the glass back on the coaster. You hover above his collarbone and blow cold air on the heated skin. He jumps, pulling on the cuffs and shaking between your thighs. Your lips curl up into a smile before you purse them and drop the ice cube.
âAh!â
He must be freezing as you slide the cube along his skin. You suck the ice back into your mouth and hold it between your teeth as you drag it from one pectoral to the other, leaving streaks of water and gooseflesh in your wake. Akaashi looks close to losing his mind when you pull away. You laugh softly and runs your fingers through his curls.
âColor?â You ask, scratching his scalp.
It takes him a moment to answer, his hazy eyes struggling to focus on you. âGreen.â
You grin viciously before swirling your hips and grinding down on him, hard. He arches his spine so far you hope he doesnât break it.
âGood.â You grab the lace blindfold, the main attraction of the night. âLetâs begin.â
the first time you get intimate with kita, he cums almost immediately when your hands wrap around his cock. his reason? he doesnât really use his hands often, opting to humping his sheets.
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Iâm curious as to how your âstrong obligation to protect those that are underage from interacting with and consumingâ adult and sexual content interferes with the fact that you create graphic adult and sexual content for two characters that have never been officially depicted above the age of sixteen? Thanks.
So youâre telling me that I should protect fictional characters that I age up to their mid-20s instead of actual living, breathing children?
Get the fuck out of here because you clearly donât understand the difference between fiction and reality and lack the courage to say this with your account attached.
As far as answering your question goes, it doesnât. I put up warnings, âread moreâ cuts, properly tag things and block minors/ ageless blogs to prevent exposure to graphic, sexual content. The content I write doesnât change that. Aging up fictional characters and writing them in sexual scenarios isnât problematic because they arenât real. Itâs completely different from exposing an underage individual that exists to sexual content.
Youâre clearly here to cause problems and this will be the only time I entertain shit like this. Kindly fuck off and focus on curating a more positive online experience for yourself.
Iâm probably giving the anon what they want here since they knew they were starting a fight, but I canât help itâIâm salty as hell. Some other time I will address this topic with a little more grace and deliberate reasoning but I canât right now because Iâm super pissed that this fuckin weenie chose to harass @arestorationofbalance specifically.
Rest, who is possibly the most careful and conscientious person in the entire BNHA fandom. Out of all the creators I follow, no single person takes the comprehensive kind of steps Rest takes to keep her blog free of minors, not even me. She constantly, actively looks through her followers to routinely purge underage accounts. She posts copious reminders to unfollow if youâre a minor. She adds warnings to all of her writing, and has it posted a million times in her navigation. She genuinely gets upset when sheâs discovered that people have disrespected her wishes and continue following her despite being below the appropriate age to interact with this content.
But even if she wasnât this careful, it still doesnât give anybody the right to swoop in and start pointing the finger at creators who age up characters like it is some kind of pedophilic signifier. Idk what kind of mental gymnastics needs to go on to think that someone specifically aging up characters because they are uncomfortable with the idea of minors in sexual situations somehow means the opposite, but apparently some people manage it.
Aging up a fictional character isnât sexualizing minors, itâs literally the opposite. If someone doesnât represent a fictional characterâwho is by their very nature re-interpretable, re-designable, and re-imaginable in the way that real people are notâas a minor, then that fictional character is NOT a minor. If they havenât been represented as a child, then you canât act like someone is doing something they clearly havenât done, and have in fact specifically endeavored not to do.Â
Hereâs a quote from a much more coherent post on this topic:
Especially when youâre dealing with highly stylized depictions, such as cartoons/comics or anime/manga, you have to acknowledge that in the absence of indisputable identifiers of age, age itself becomes an arbitrary number that barely means anything. Hyper-fixating on a fictional characterâs age is an inexplicable obsession that is more telling of the mentality of the person who entertains such notions, when compared to someone who doesnât care.
âAging upâ a fictional character, if anything, is a protective method, rather than an exploitative one.
You canât be coming on here with thinly-veiled insinuations that because someone ages up characters, they are somehow comfortable with actual real life child exploitation. Especially not Rest of all people, who goes out of her way to prevent that in every possible way that she can.Â
TLDR: Please use your brain, and please use it for something less stupid than this. And if you actually care about child exploitation, take the time youâre using to harass fan creators and volunteer with an anti-child exploitation organization instead.
Thank you, Andie, for writing this more eloquently. Thereâs nothing more I can add because youâve written it so well, so Iâm just going to emphasize your TLDR.
TLDR: Please use your brain, and please use it for something less stupid than this. And if you actually care about child exploitation, take the time youâre using to harass fan creators and volunteer with an anti-child exploitation organization instead.
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Rub your pretty boyâs bulge. Palm him so good over his pants then reach in but only touch him through his underwear. Start stroking him and teasing the head just like that, watch the wet stains form on his underwear. Such a pretty boy.
feeling extra gay these days and itâs our lovely girlâs birthday so hereâs some yachi
minors DNI.
non-canonical timeskip.
word count: 1.8k
content warnings: f. reader, very public sex, heavy flirting, brief finger sucking, oral (f. recieving), slight size kink (yachi is written to be smaller than reader. sorry short gang).
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God, she was cute. Your brain was fuzzy with your third drink before her first was set in front of her, but she was sunshine no matter how much alcohol was pumping through you. She looked nervous, glancing around as she waited for her little strawberry daiquiri. She was with friends and one bounced around her excitedly, bright red hair nearly vibrating with energy.
You were leaning over the bar waiting for your next drink when her group decided to buy a round of shots. She giggled and held up her glass, but before she could drink she met your gaze.
She froze as they threw back their drinks, lips parted in delicious surprise. You smiled and raised a hand in a wave, and she took a visible breath before returning the expression. The redhead shook her shoulder and she snapped her gaze away, turning her attention to chastising him before shooting you another look. You raised your new glass to her and she grinned before downing her own shot. Her face screwed up in disgust before melting into one of sheer delight, and she snuck another glance your way before being dragged out onto the dance floor.