WE CAN’T DO NORMAL LOVE!

you couldn’t remember the last time you had been this excited for a night out. it was like there was something different in the air, something like a spark tingling in the atmosphere, and you could barely sit still the entire day just waiting for the time to pass by.

could anyone blame you? you hadn’t been out on any proper dates in a long, long time, and whatever experiences you did have, you could probably count the number of times you went out on a date like this on one hand. as much of a diehard romantic as you were deep down, reality often didn’t pan out the same way your imagination did, and that sometimes just meant foregoing the same romantic endeavors that your more sociable peers might have.

but not while you were with noel noa. you always thought that you must have been some kind of war hero in your past life to somehow end up in a relationship with him. he was stoic and perhaps not the most expressive, but he was perfect in your eyes. hardworking, dedicated, and loyal, you liked to think that he was kind of like a reward for all of your arduous patience.

“be ready by six,” was all he had said to you over the phone last night. “wear something nice. if you want to buy a new dress, treat yourself. you already have my card. i booked a dinner reservation at a restaurant i think you’ll like.”

knowing noa, it was probably a super expensive, high end place that he would insist on paying for. he was never a particularly vain nor a materialistic man, but he was the world’s best striker and that did conveniently come with a pretty hefty paycheck. he was a frugal man, but when it came to treating you right, he would only accept the best.

you insisted that you didn’t need big gestures or expensive gifts to make the whole thing work. if anything, you cherished the homey moments you had with him more. you liked seeing him as noel noa the boyfriend, not noel noa the celebrity. no one else in the world knew what he sounded like as he dozed off on facetime while playing abroad or how tight his hugs were when you’d come to welcome him back home at the airport. 

but getting princess treatment and being pampered every once in a while didn’t hurt either. time just seemed to pass by so slowly, so you made up your mind to play into your excitement. trying to bottle it up wouldn’t do you any good, and besides, a little treat never hurt anyone. 

you ease yourself into a nice warm bath, even sprinkling in some nice smelling salts and a glittery bath bomb you had buried in your bathroom cabinets. you didn’t leave the bath until you were absolutely sure you had soaked long enough and would come out sparkling like a newborn unicorn. the thought made you smile as you worked on your hair and skin, busting open all of the expensive skincare products you had been saving for a special occasion. it was healing, to spread all of these fragrant creams and lotions over your arms and legs, taking it slow and showing some proper appreciation for your body.

your make-up came easily after that, and you had fun picking out some nice colors and your favorite products. you were practically glowing in your reflection, and you couldn’t help but muse about how nice it was to feel so appreciative about yourself for once. it was too easy to get caught up in the hubbub of your everyday life and to feel down while trying to navigate a complicated relationship with such a well-known figure with grace. 

you swing your closet door open and take a good look at the clothes inside. noa had told you to get pretty, and you want to look breathtaking for your date. you rifle through the different dresses and outfits, looking for the perfect thing to don for the night. your eyes go from the front of your closet to the back, where you find a simple but adorable little black dress nestled inside. it’s everything you were looking for. the color sleek, the design sexy but refined, and elegant enough to meet noa’s more mature taste.

you don’t waste another thought grabbing the dress and shimmying into it. you’re blown away by your reflection in your mirror. to say you look beautiful would only be the beginning. you’re practically glowing with confidence, the dress hugging you in all the right places and making you look less like the humble mousey homebody you were to a glamorous socialite. you squeal internally, celebrating a job well done at getting ready, and you make yourself comfortable finishing up the final touches as you wait for your boyfriend to come pick you up.

sure enough, just as you were taking a breather and getting comfortable in your own skin, the doorbell went off. giddy as if you were going on your first date with him, you skip to the door and swing it open.

“ready?” the tall man at the door greets you simply. you beam up at him, your enthusiasm practically dripping off of you. noa must have spent some time getting ready himself as well: he’s dressed cleanly and simply for the date, and if you’re not mistaken, he must have treated himself to a haircut as well.

before you can do anything else, a bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers emerged from behind his back. a soft smile graces his usually stoic face, and you can see the smile wrinkles crinkling up around the corners of his eyes. you can’t exactly differentiate all of the flowers, but they’re breathtaking. the gesture has the butterflies in your stomach running wild all over again.

“for you,” he breathes. you struggle to properly form words as you return his smile with one of your own, truly feeling like a kid in a candy shop. you take the bouquet gingerly from him, and you take a moment to admire the blooms and their vibrant colors. they’re lovely, and even though it’s such a classic romantic gesture, it means more coming from him. noa is always so strict about his professional life and how he maintains himself, so this little present only cements the fact that you’re someone special to him.

“noel, you really shouldn’t have…! you’re already treating me to dinner!” you try to scold him, but he plays it off smoothly. you smile as you hug the bouquet, and he slips a hand around your waist to bring you so he can kiss you on your forehead. 

“all of this is the least that i can do for all of your patience with me. i know being with me is difficult,” he murmurs. his eyes glance over your body, his sharp gaze falling over your face, your chest, your waist, and your legs. his usually harsh expression seems to warm up after being around you. “you look beautiful too. really beautiful.”

“you’re the one that told me to dress up,” you remind him teasingly with a foxy grin as you prance off to find something that could serve as a vase for the flowers. you really ought to invest in a proper flower vase at this point; using an empty wine bottle feels like an insult to the bouquet. he makes himself at home while you hum a tune under your breath and carefully arrange the flowers in their makeshift place, admiring the gift yet again.

noa glances at his expensive watch and then towards you. “are you ready to head out? i don’t want to be late to our reservation.”

you slip your hands into the crook of his toned arm, the muscle shifting to adjust to your grip. you can feel how well built he is and how chiseled he’s gotten from a lifetime of sports, and you fight back the slight heat creeping around your body at the thought of getting to hog such an in-demand man all to yourself for the time being. 

“let’s be off!”

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you thought the dinner went well. you enjoyed the food and the drinks, and the conversation flowed naturally as it always did. you shared jokes with noa, the man cracking a laugh every now and then, and you couldn’t imagine a more perfect night. he even let you order dessert, and he let you steal the better part of his once you had wolfed down your share. he really was the perfect boyfriend in every sense of the way, and you were glowing with how much fun you had had when he escorted you back home. 

you had half-expected him to simply drop you off with a kiss and scuttle off to whatever his manager demanded he do, but instead of the night ending early, noa evidently had other plans in mind.

“you did this on purpose tonight, didn’t you?” rough hands yank impatiently at the back of his dress, nothing like the charismatic and the usually gentle demeanor you knew of noa. heat blooms and stirs deep inside of you like a dormant monster coming to life, and you don’t offer any resistance as he unzips the back of your dress. his wandering hands immediately tug at your bra, unhooking them with a practiced expertise and latching onto the soft flesh of your tits. 

your breathing shallows. you’re at his mercy even though he’s just gotten started. noa doesn’t care whether or not it was your intention to rile him up this much. you look good, good enough for him to sink his teeth into, and he was going to have you after having held himself back for so long.

and he thinks you’re in the perfect place for that. he’s perched on the edge of your bed, and you’re placed perfectly in his lap. you keep grinding your ass against his toned, muscled thighs and the obviously big tent in the crotch of his pants. through the dimness of your room, you can see your silhouette merging with his in the mirror, your now messy reflection nothing like the sunny girl you had been just hours prior.

calloused fingers grab hungrily at your tits. his palms rub against your sensitive skin, and you barely choke back a moan when his fingertips brush over your hardened nipples. you can feel him exhale deeply when he feels you shudder against his chest, and reacting to you, his fingers toy with your nipples. pinching teasingly, flicking your nipples, groping at your chest, he has you more or less writhing in his embrace even though he hasn’t even undressed you fully.

“i wanted to do this to you ever since i came to pick you up. bet you had no clue,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. you whimper incoherently, your insides doing backflips when his teeth ghost over the thin skin of your ear, his movements lethal and sensual. “i was tempted. i wanted to rip this dress off of you and fuck you right there on the floor. and you didn’t know a single thing.”

“noel, i-,” you don’t know what you should say. god, him talking about how he wanted to rail you into tomorrow, to stretch your pretty cunt out on his thick cock and make you cream all over his girth made your head spin dangerously. he keeps coaxing you bit by bit out of your dress, and it was only out of respect for your belongings that kept him from physically tearing it off of your body. not that the dress was the issue to begin with: he could easily buy you a hundred expensive dresses if you only wanted it.

he grinds up against your ass once your metaphorical armor drops helplessly to the floor in a black puddle, followed fully by your bra. a lump grows in your throat as he nudges your legs apart with his own, and his fingers travel down the valley of your breasts, your stomach and waist, all the way between your parted thighs and down to your clothed hole. you grit your teeth when his thick fingers rub against your clothed slit, and something that sounds suspiciously close to a possessive chuckle comes from him when he can feel how wet you are against his fingertips.

“did you like that?” he mutters. “you’re so wet down here. your panties are so wet. bet you weren’t thinking of this when you were getting all giggly during our dinner date and playing footsie with me under the table. this is your reward for working me up all night.”

you grip at his forearms. your hole is pulsing as he rubs at you through your panties, your impatience visible on every inch of your body. fuck, you could feel yourself getting aroused at an embarrassingly fast pace, and it didn’t help that you could see your reflection perfectly in your mirror from where the two of you were seated. it was amazing how much self control noa had over his body. you could feel how hard and how big his dick had gotten while you were pressed up against him, your bodies gyrating lewdly together. dry humping each other while he toyed with your slit, just threatening to slip underneath your panties to touch you directly but not quite.

you throw your head back, using his broad shoulders as a makeshift support. “noel- noel, please- don’t touch me like that… i need more. i want you inside me-”

he laughs. “falling apart already? i just told you about how much you’ve been torturing me all night. don’t you think you can handle a little bit more? it’s only a fraction of what you did.”

“i want it- want it so bad, please…,” your voice trails off. you’re drooling at the thought of having his fingers stuffed inside of you. nothing could quite imitate the addictive stretch of his cock, but his fingers would feel so good inside of you. just thinking about him pumping his knuckles in and out, acutely feeling your insides twitching and drooling around him, your pussy hooked on every part of his body forever. you wiggle your hips shamelessly in rhythm with how he’s teasing you. you need him inside of your cunt. these small touches aren’t doing anything for you, and the pounding escalating in your head has nowhere to go.

noa isn’t a cruel man by any means. but he has no qualms about making you earn what he deems is appropriate, and you know that that’s what he’s doing to you right now. “why should i give myself to you? show me. show me how much you want me.”

he stops momentarily to grab at the sides of your panties, and you shudder when he peels them slowly and painstakingly off of your hips and thighs. your juices cling to the seat of your panties when he pulls them off of your thighs, your now painfully pulsing and empty hole left unprotected. noa then reaches for your own wrist, and he coaxes your legs even further apart until every part of your glistening cunt is shown in the mirror reflection, his soon-to-be indulgent reward.

your breath shakes, leaving your body as if the last sense of dignity was leaving you as well. you let him guide your hand towards your cunt, and you know what he wants to see from you. noa is a man of action, of results, and you press your fingers slowly towards your swollen clit. you let out a quiet sigh, a dull shudder of pleasure flickering up your stomach when you circle your sensitive nub. his eyes are sharp, and he never leaves your form in the mirror as you put on a perfect show for him, your own face scrunched up mid-moan and gasping out breathlessly as you touch yourself.

you imagine it’s him touching you. you try to emulate the way he would slowly touch your clit, rough fingertips swapped out for your soft ones. you take your time with yourself, making sure to savor the way your arousal swirls deep inside your body. you want to make it worth your while, you want to put on a good display for your boyfriend. he watches you like a hawk as you move your hips into your hand, your movements alternating between slow, loving movements to faster ones, from pinching your clit to sliding your fingertips up and down your slick folds to show noa just how wet you are, just how much you want him to touch your body.

“oh, fuck-,” you groan out. your fingertips circle your fluttering hole, your walls feeling horrible and empty. your fingers are so small in comparison to noa’s, but not having anything stretching you out feels even worse. you can feel noa’s breathing shallow slightly when you press your fingers against your entrance. you’re not quite penetrating yourself, but you feel the pressure against your pussy, just threatening to breach the tight ring of muscle and stretch your insides out the way you craved it. 

you push your finger past your slick hole, and you throw your head back again, moaning noa’s name. “oh, god- noel… want you inside of me, noel- need you so bad… fuck- ohhhh, fucking hell- noel…”

his hard on grinds against your ass as you begin to build a comfortable pace. you thrust two fingers inside of you, trying to mimic the movements of his thick fingers or even better, the movements of his thick cock. your fingers are a far cry from how deep and how well he fucks you, but it’ll suffice for now. and you know noa likes riling you up, prepping you implicitly like this. 

your reflection shakes in the mirror as the pleasure starts to light up your brain, your body melting away into a quivering mess of flesh and blood. the picture perfect part of the night was done, and now it was time to get into the dirty, the messy, the part that steals your breath and makes you unlock that deeply seeded bit of your mind that relishes in the unspeakable. you let your voice pitch a little higher, making your moans airy and pretty the way noa likes it best. 

“want you deep inside me…” you scissor your fingers, making sure he catches a good glimpse of the way your inner walls cling to your outstretched knuckles and all of your glistening juices dripping off of your skin. you rub at your clit with your other hand, overwhelming and flooding your senses. you can feel the hot arousal in your stomach drinking up the pulses of pleasure hurtling up your spine. your fingers thrust into your cunt faster, deeper, the pads of your fingertips desperately searching for that sweet spot inside you that makes stars explode underneath your eyelids.

noa thinks you look absolutely heavenly. angelic, even, like he’s almost undeserving of a girl as perfect as you. he’s craved this piece of euphoria the entire night, eager to see you spread out and drowning in your own pleasure, that pretty body of yours no longer hidden by the shadowy swathes of your date night dress. it’s agony, to not touch you and to not fuck you out into pieces on his cock like some feral animal, but noa is rational man. he wants to take his time with you. he wants to bury into the sinews and the tendons of your love, and he wants to sink his teeth into your sweetness and feel its sticky headiness, its heavy aftermath as it passes over his tongue and his throat, to settle somewhere deep in his heart.

“show me.” his voice is calm but strained, and he’s breathing through his nose in an attempt to calm himself. something hot and dull and not fully clear pounds against his abdomen, and blood keeps on rushing to his pants, his cock choking and gasping for attention. but noa is a master of control, and he pushes his own carnal needs aside to focus on you. “where do you want me?”

“deep. inside me,” you eke out. your voice sounds desperate, and you’re close to losing control over your body. he can see the way pleasure runs rampant all over your body. sweat beads on your skin, and when he presses his hands against you, you lean into his touch as if the small gesture is what’ll get you to finish. “want you to touch me more, noel… my fingers don’t feel as good as you do.”

he can barely suppress a laugh as he kisses your face, and you reward him with a breathy moan. “are you close? are you going to cum?”

your walls pulse and squeeze around your fingers at the sound of his voice, stoic and controlled. he’s a stark contrast to how quickly you’re falling apart, the pressure inside of your gut coiling in on itself almost painfully. you nod feverishly, your hips bucking in rhythm with how frantically you’re fucking yourself out on your fingers. “yes- wanna cum! but it’s not enough- don’t wanna cum on my fingers- wanna cum on your cock instead, please… god, touch me, touch me please…!”

he presses his lips together, and you meet his intense gaze through the mirror. “...fine. have it your way. stop touching yourself.”

your pussy feels like it’s crying out in protest when you pull your fingers out, strands of your sticky arousal clinging between your gaping hole and fingertips. your hole throbs and quivers, instantaneously craving the addictive high of being stretched out and fucked again. but you stay strong and push past the dull thrum in the back of your head, mouth going dry as noa maneuvers his cock out of his pants. 

your breath hitches in the back of your throat when you can feel something thick and hard rubbing at the inside of your thighs, and you carefully guide his cock against your slit. he bucks his hips against yours, grinding upwards so he can coat his length with your slick. you let out a small cry when his cockhead prods at your clit, and sparks settle deep inside your gut. going between edging yourself to feeling noa’s bare cock burying itself in between your soaked folds is too much, and you want him inside you as quickly as possible.

“so needy,” he murmurs as if he’s not the one who put you in this situation to begin with, “is this what you wanted? do you think you can understand how i felt now?”

you nod frantically. you’re entranced at the lewd silhouette of the two of you in the mirror, bodies entwining. his cock is huge, engorged all the way from having watched you touch yourself so eagerly, and you can feel it twitching and throbbing against you. pre-cum dots the tip, and you swallow when you see it mixing together with your juices that are coating his length.

“inside-,” you whisper like a broken record, “put it inside me- want your cock inside my pussy…”

“yeah? i’ll give it to you as much as you want,” the frenchman promises. “i’ll fuck you out so good that you can’t walk tomorrow. how about that? would that be enough for your greedy pussy? or do i need to break you further?”

your head nearly spins. it doesn’t matter to you how much he takes from you. all that matters is that you get him in one way or another. you know that he has what you need, that he’ll make you good, make you cum your brains out so that you’re left a mangled, breathless mess stuffed full of his cum and dick by the end of the night. you couldn’t imagine a more perfect ending to this tryst. 

his cockhead presses against your greedy opening, covered from tip to base with your slick. he grips at your hips, and a breathy moan escapes you as he pushes your body down on his cock. despite how long the two of you have been together, the first intrusion of his thick cock into your pussy leaves you breathless each and every time. your entire body trembles as he forces more and more of his dick into you, your already sensitive walls clamping down immediately on his engorged length. 

he doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, determined to make you feel every inch of his massive dick sliding into you. you’re taking him so well, like your cunt was made just to be stuffed with his cock, and you’re already writhing on top of him. arousal wells like the ebb and flow of the sea waves when you can see your reflection in the mirror. you can see his cock intruding into you, your pussy lips spread apart and glistening as you’re being split into two on his length.

“soooo big-,” you swoon starstruck. “you’re always so big, noel… love how you feel inside of me.”

“do you now?” he replies, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. you’re fluttering around him deliciously, your legs spread out all pretty for him in his lap, and you can feel his balls tensing up underneath you as he bottoms out. it’s insane, his sheer size, and you think it’s even crazier that you’ve gotten hooked on this man so deeply that you don’t think you can get off on anything that doesn’t involve him anymore. you swear you feel his tip all the way up in your throat, and just having him slide into you like this is enough to make your brain feel all tingly and fuzzy.

one hand starts rubbing slow circles into the skin of your hip, right where your thighs connect with the rest of your body. “why don’t you start moving for me then? i’m not done with you quite yet. keep putting on a bit of a show for me.”

you moan as you start grinding up and down, moving yourself slowly off of his cock before sinking down on it. your breath catches in the back of your throat as pleasure starts to flicker all over your insides again. your stomach coils each time you buck your hips, and seeing everything you’re doing reflected in the mirror doesn’t help you. you can see just how much of his cock is sliding in and out of you as you ride him, his hands beginning to wander all over your body. you whimper for him incoherently as his deft fingers rub at your clit and grope at your chest.

“look at you,” noa breathes against your ear. “look at how good you’re being for me. look at that pretty pussy… all wet and spread out just for me. feels good to ride me, doesn’t it? i can feel how tight you are every time you bounce in my lap.”

his lewd words have your insides clamping around him. you want him to keep talking to you like that, the deep cadences of his normally calm voice a stark contrast to your scattered thoughts. you can feel your rhythm speeding up, the desperation in your movements evident to him. you want to feel more of him inside of you, and you’re shaking your hips like any scrap of shame left inside of you has withered away. it did a long time ago, but you know you’re only enjoying it because it’s him, because everything that makes him feels good makes you feel good too.

you angle your hips so that his tip is sliding against that one spot you like best, and you’re throwing your head back and groaning out his name. noa’s cock throbs inside of you precariously with each swell of your voice. he likes having you like this, the possessive side of him eating up every part of you. he likes the contrast between your normally demure everyday, the side you keep honed and professional to perfect the balancing act of managing your own life and his hectic one, versus whatever madness he has you entrapped in once the two of you are alone. he likes it, likes how shameless you are, likes wielding the knowledge that he’s the only who gets to see you like this.

“feels so good- feels so good having cock inside me- having your cock inside me-,” you keep repeating the same words again. it’s all you care about. the rest of the world might as well be dead to you in this instant. all you want to feel is his strong chest against your back as you ride him, your sweaty bodies connected and twisting with one another.

“i know,” he whispers back. “and you’re taking it so well. that’s my lady. i can’t decide if i wanna look at you or the mirror. fuck, you’re so tight… do you like it when i talk to you like this? like it when i talk you through everything you’re doing while you see it in the mirror? c’mon, show me more of your pretty pussy…”

your thighs burn slightly with how much you’re working them, but you’re determined to see things through. his cock slides in and out of you with little resistance from just how wet you are, your pussy drooling over the sensation of being penetrated by him over and over again. with him touching your body all over, the pleasure receptacles in your brain keep lighting up. he knows how to make you fall apart so easily, and yet each time, it feels so new. you can’t get enough of whatever euphoria this is, being stretched out on his girth and drinking up all of his obscene praise.

“all spread out just for me… tits bouncing and everything too… so dirty,” he hums, swallowing thickly. his adam’s apple bobs, and he groans under his breath. you’re rocking your hips so well for him, moving in a way that makes both of you feel so good. he can feel his abs tensing up with each sensual roll of your hips. god, he loves it when you ride him. he loves seeing the pleasure and neediness scrawled all over your face, like you’re going to stop breathing if you don’t feel more of him with each thrust. he’s thrusting into you to match your pace. wet squelching noises fill the room to match your dazed breaths and cries each time his cock delves deep into your stretched out hole. 

“oh fuck- noel-,” you moan, arching your back. “i-if you talk to me like that, i’ll-”

he laughs when you can’t bring yourself to finish your words. you can feel your brain turning to mush, your ability to string together sentences dissolving like a spoonful of sugar mixed into water. the pleasure shooting through your core is too much for you to handle, consuming all of your consciousness. it’s all you can register, the addictive feeling of his cock spearing you into two, rubbing your ass against his lap shamelessly as you fuck yourself on his dick. 

“you’ll what? stay with me now.” his stern, unforgiving voice snaps you back out of whatever hazy drunkenness is pressing like a deadweight on your mind. “talk to me. is it making you feel good? do you like hearing my voice while having my cock inside of you? does that turn you on?”

you swear you can feel him smirking against your skin when your pussy clenches around him greedily. god, it’s so obvious. how could you not get off on this man’s voice? he’s so firm, so stern, and so ready to give you everything he has if you just so much as say the word. he’s as dedicated as he is draconian, and hearing how he’s going to force you to garble out your pathetic mewls in order to earn yourself your true prize makes your pussy throb painfully around him. 

“yes- love hearing you- turns me on so fucking much…,” you slur out. you don’t know how you’re going to face yourself in the mirror after everything that’s happening tonight. you’ve never seen anyone move their hips in the way you do now, hungry to have cock inside of you. his dick stretches you out just right, in the way that has your vision flashing white each time his cockhead slides deep into you. you want him to bruise your cervix and fuck you full, until you can’t walk and can’t do anything except obsess over him. “you’re so fucking sexy… you’re gonna kill me…”

“i’m not going to do such a thing. might fuck you until you pass out, but i would never hurt you. unless you want me to. but even then-…” he whispers. you choke out a loud whine when his fingertips graze over your clit again, pinching at your sensitive nub before rolling it in between his fingers. an electric surge washes over your body, and you’re clenching up so much around him that you’re basically milking his cock. you’re getting dangerously close, the aftershock of having fingered yourself earlier making the edge hurtle towards you that much faster. 

“noel…!”

he chuckles darkly. “-i think i prefer making you scream from pleasure.”

you’re practically writhing in his arms. your stomach pulses, coiling in and outward, waves of pleasure washing over you as the arousal in your gut quivers in accordance to some primal rhythm. he’s thrusting so hard up into you, and each snap of his hips into yours makes you let out a strangled cry. you can feel him rubbing so deep inside of you. what might have started out as a sensual night is now at its peak desperation, just two people fucking one another as if they’ve been starved of oxygen. you feel like you might actually crumble if you were to pull away from noa.

“like that, yeah?” the frenchman responds. the sounds of your sloppy lovemaking are ringing throughout the room, your cunt leaking like a faucet around him. he’s sliding in and out of your clenched hole, and you can barely breathe from how good it feels. your breaths are shallow and desperate, each thrust netting the striker a rough cry of his name. it does something to him too, lights up some part deep inside of his brain that likes hearing you cry for him. 

he’s a good man, and noa abides by being the best version of himself he can. but something about knowing how easily he can get you to break, how his cock has you turning into a fucked out version of yourself, how much he can corrupt you over and over again until you’re sobbing and begging for release, does something to him. it’s a kind of perverse obsession, but the more he feeds it, the more he craves it. he loves breaking you down in his arms, and he savors each opportunity he gets.

“gonna cum soon, aren’t you?” he groans. “i know you are. i can feel you tightening up around my cock… squeezing me all nice. fuck—pretty pussy just clenched up around me now.. i’ll make you cum- make you cum all over my cock… that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“yes!” you sound feverish with how needy you are. you grind down on him, your cunt basically gushing all around his girth as his tip grinds against your g-spot. it feels so addictively good, almost enough to make you cum right there and then from how deep his cock is reaching inside of you. it’s insane how this man is built, like his cock was crafted just to rip orgasm after orgasm from you ruthlessly, until your sheets are drenched and you’re begging him for mercy. “make me cum! love cumming on your cock- ‘t’s the best- cumming on your cock is the best…!”

“gonna make you cum- then i’ll creampie that greedy pussy of yours. that tight fucking hole- made to take my cum too,” he grunts. his balls tense up against your ass, and he’s so close. he’s close to spilling inside of you, stuffing you out even further with his cock and cum mixing inside of your pliant cunt. you take him so well, beg for him so sweetly on command. noa is just a man, and what man could resist the pathetic sobs and cries of the woman he loves to death?

you’re a mess. you know this. and yet the thought, just the fleeting idea pressing up against your brain through the messy haze, of him cumming deep into your pussy and flooding your womb makes your walls twitch and jump up around him. he moans, the sound almost primal from how deep it comes from his chest, and you think you’re going to suffocate to death with how much of him you’re taking. 

“yeah- want that too, don’t you? don’t even think about hiding anything from me. i know you too well for that.” his breath is hot on your skin, and you’re consumed with the need for him to bite you. you want him to be rough with you the way he is right now, breaking you in a way that you can only describe as lovingly. you’re milking him wildly, and you’re not going to last longer. his cockhead bullies the entrance of your womb, ramming into what feels like your cervix, and it’s all you can do to take in shallow breaths and let him fuck into you like the world’s about to end tomorrow.

“cumming…!” your chest feels tight. the pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s almost too much. “i’m cumming! cumming, cumming- fuck, fuck, oh shit- it’s getting everywhere! feels so good- you’re gonna break me, you’re gonna break my pussy!”

your vision flashes white. you can’t breathe for a second, your lungs giving out on you as if you had the wind knocked out of you. all it takes is for one full stroke for you to come tumbling across the edge, pleasure coursing like it's overtaking your pulse all throughout the crevices of your body. your back arches dangerously off of his chest, and you’re clenching up all around him. you’re vaguely aware of the wetness gushing past your womb and from your hole. your juices are leaking out of you like a faucet, undoubtedly making a mess underneath you.

but you can’t care less. the sensations zipping through your mind and your body are just too good. you’re a far cry from the beautifully put together woman you were a few hours ago, composed and intelligent. now all you can register, all you care about, all you live for is the high of orgasming after being fucked stupid on noa’s cock. 

his thick cock keeps slamming into you rapidly, threatening to split you in half. your stomach is still buzzing from the high, but he’s being so rough. you can feel the overstimulation tingling somewhere in your gut, your sensitive walls crying out as his cock refuses to let up the brutal pace. it’s hot, and you can feel your stomach coiling up again in painful knots, sending shockwaves of pain mixed with pleasure all throughout your core.

“w-wait- don’t keep going so fast!” you slur out, your words mixing into one another. it’s taking everything inside of you just to hold onto a semblance of coherent clarity, his cock fucking you dumb with every passing second. “it’s too much- i-i can’t handle it…! i just came… don’t be so rough with me!”

“you can take it. you’re going to take it.” noa’s deep voice keeps you locked in place. the wet sounds of him fucking you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own high, has you trapped where you are. your brain feels fuzzy all over, and the tightness in your core isn’t helping you at all. at this rate, you’re going to cum again right after having your first orgasm ripped from you, and knowing that noa’s also about to blow his load right into you makes you feel weak and helpless in his arms.

you love it. you don’t know when this greedy streak inside of you must have developed, but there’s a kind of masochistic pleasure that you’re soaking up. you can’t get enough of it, can’t get enough of being absolutely smothered in noa’s affection.

“fuck- tight fucking pussy-,” he mutters. “taking me so well. taking my cock so well- gonna cum inside you- you’re gonna take that too, yeah?”

you nod breathlessly. you’re sure your womb’s ready to take him, ready to have his cum flood you, soak up all of him like you were nothing more than a vessel made to take his love. he pumps into you hard, over and over, and you’re crying out, your moans mixing with his harsh breathing into one wet steamy mess.

your mind flashes blank when you feel the pressure rupturing inside of you. his cock pulses inside of you like a second heartbeat. his cum rushes into you, ropes of hot, strong cum filling up your womb and making you leak. it’s hot, burning its way across your sensitive insides, but you feel so happy and fucked out. you don’t need to look into the mirror across from you to know that you’re just a ghost of yourself, plugged to the brim with his cum and cock stretching out your worn out hole.

“sooooo good-,” you warble out. “feels sooooo good- love how full i feel…”

he’s breathing heavily. you can make out the faint sound of his ragged exhales and inhales, and you can feel his chest rising and falling against your back. there’s something so gentle yet so rough, so sweet yet so uncaring about the way he touches you. he loves you to death, but the polite restraint he has when it comes to your body always ends up snapping when you find some way to snap it like you want him to go crazy.

you do. 

there’s a sense of euphoric numbness that stains the air, that leaves you mindless and happy. you trust noa with everything you have, and you’re sure the weird fuzzy warmth that fills your head is the same feeling that must be consuming noa too. you don’t need to exchange any further words with him to know that the connection between the two of you runs deep. 

your womb sloshes with all the cum noa’s dumped inside you, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to let you go anytime soon. and you’re fine with that. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than in the safety of his arms, all tuckered out after a rewarding dinner with him. you’re no saint nor a sinner, nothing more than your ordinary person who managed to win noa’s heart with patience and love, but in some ways, you like to imagine that these glimpses of otherworldly intimacy and happiness are your reward for always keeping your heart open towards someone as harsh as noa can be at times.

it’s a mutual feeling, you’re sure. but you’ll save those thoughts for later, when you’re more lucid and more capable of fending for yourself. for now, you continue to grasp at that tenderness, letting noa hold you close to his chest and his heart, just the two of you in your own special world and nothing else.

KINKTOBER 2024—la deuxième semaine.

“good boy, tobio. you worked hard.”

there’s a weight that lifts off of kageyama tobio’s chest the moment you lock the front door behind you. a switch flips inside his head at the sound of his given name slipping past your lips, and his knees threaten to give out underneath him at the sudden shift in his behavior. his head feels foggy, and he has little recollection of how he even made it back home. 

It’s all a blur in his head. he can see snippets of you holding his hand and his ragged breathing going up the stairs, but he’s gotten home in one piece and that’s really all that matters to him.

“what’s wrong?” your voice has a softened, affectionate tone to it, but kageyama knows by now that underneath the honey and sugar lies a trap. you reach out towards him, and when your palm brushes against his cheek, he unconsciously nuzzles into the touch. “your face is so flushed… poor thing.”

his body feels hot. if he had to describe it, he would say it was similar to running a hot fever. he almost feels like he’s trapped inside of his own body. his mind and his physicality are utterly disconnected, with the scraps of his pride struggling to thrash around in his subconscious while the rest of him veers dangerously towards winning your approval.

and you know this. you know this all too well.

as if you can read his thoughts, the corners of your lips curl into what he can only describe as a sadistic grin. despite the way you carefully caress his cheek, the beautifully contained words poised as worry, your eyes are absolutely dancing with glee. he’s miserable, and you know it. you’re fully relishing the fact that you’re the cause and the cure of his inner turmoil, and it makes him shiver with dread and delight.

“oh, alright, alright. i’ll quit messing with you. you’ve been so good for me, tobio,” you practically purr the words, enjoying the way the syllables roll off of your tongue. the atmosphere is thick and heavy, like electricity hangs in the air waiting for the singular spark to set it all ablaze. “it must have been so hard for you. but you did it for me, didn’t you? you’re almost there, i promise. one last hurdle, okay?”

his legs are jelly as he wobbles after you. he’s never been this hard in his life, his cock actively choking behind the thin fabric of his athletic shorts, and he’s glad that his jacket is oversized enough to cover his crotch. he’s like a moth led to a flame, trailing after your beautiful silhouette as you lure him into your bedroom.

“let’s go over what we’ve learned.” you flick the lights on your way in, and the dim lighting casts long shadows across the walls of the bedroom. if kageyama was more coherent, he’d think they resembled ghosts. maybe one of them would be a whisper of the proud and unwavering man he once was, unafraid of the world and of anyone that might come his way. 

you plop down on the edge of your shared bed with him. he stands in front of you dumbly, staring at you with unblinking glassy eyes. his limbs feel heavy, like they’ve been filled with metal. he strips himself, and his cock hangs like a deadweight despite being so hard that he thinks he’s going to suffocate. his clothes crumple off to the side, in a lifeless pool of fabric and threading that oddly resembles him.

you click his tongue before he can get too distracted. he snaps to life as if he’s been zapped with a taser. 

“tobio, kneel.”

fuck.

his body reacts before his mind can, and his legs give away. he crumples to the floor in front of you with a dull ‘thud.’ some deep recess inside of his broken mind feels full, fuzzy, and happy in following your words blindly. his knees throb slightly from the impact, but the pain grounds him a bit. the warmth coiling in and out like a pulse inside of his stomach flutters for a split second, and kageyama swallows the saliva in his mouth, feeling it ooze down his esophagus.

he tips his head upwards so that he’s looking up at you. your legs are crossed, and you look down at him proudly. you’ve propped your face up with one hand, and you peer at him like you’re observing some kind of specimen. a lower being. someone no longer human and most definitely underneath you.

“good boy. tobio, stay.”

he swallows again desperately, and you wait a second to make sure he won’t budge before lifting yourself off of the edge. he follows you with only his eyes as you saunter over to where you keep your belongings, and he hears you tinkering with your things before coming back with a perfume bottle in your hands. it’s your perfume. the same scent you apply on yourself every morning whenever you go out, and the same scent he can make out lingering in your hair or your pillow.

you slowly uncap the bottle before holding it out in front of the air above kageyama’s sunken head. you spritz once, twice, thrice and watch the particles linger before disappearing. kageyama’s heart sinks to his stomach, and you must have seen the split second of lucid panic flash in his eyes. 

he debates holding his breath, but you click your tongue reprimandingly again.

“bad boy. tobio, sniff.” you chastise him, lips turning downwards into a disapproving frown. you’re going to be the death of him, but kageyama’s obedient if not anything else. he weakly lifts his head again, and he takes in a deep inhale of your scent.

it goes straight to his dick. the absolutely tantalizing aroma of your personal scent makes him feel crazy, fighting against every maniacal instinct clawing and burying its nails into his body to not leap to his feet and stuff his nose against your body. he wants to fuck you, wants you to fuck him so bad, to cut to the chase and quit turning him on so much that it’s starting to physically hurt him.

“that’s a good expression,” you giggle to yourself. you know he’s fighting to keep control over his broken body. you’ve seen him bury his head into the crook of your neck and inhale like a fiend one too many times to turn a blind eye to his not-so-subtle scent kink, and you think it’s magnificent to see him fall apart over a little bit of perfume. “okay. how are you feeling? i’ve forced you to keep up with this game of mine for… is it two weeks now already? gosh, time goes by so fast!”

you pause momentarily, and then you laugh, smacking your forehead gently. “oh! i almost forgot! tobio, speak.”

he croaks like a dying, wounded creature. “...‘t hurts. you’re torturing me. you’re going to kill me.”

“i won’t kill you. i care about you too much for that,” you hum with a satisfied expression. kageyama doesn’t know how he’s survived the past 14 days. he knew from the start that some of your fetishes were unconventional, but he still found it exciting to know that you trusted him enough to ask him to do these things for you. there was a part of his heart that fluttered when you first shyly pressed a cock ring into his big palms and asked him to keep it on whenever he could so that you could control every single one of his orgasms.

he still feels the drunken pangs of love intermixing with arousal and pain swirling in his head when he looks up at you with such broken eyes. his balls are heavy from not being able to cum for so long, but the unabashedly delighted expression on your face makes him think that it might be worth it.

“we still have a lot of work to do though,” you muse. “but i’m a person of my word. so i’ll let you have a reward today for meeting the two week milestone, okay? what do you want as your reward?”

tobio doesn’t need to think twice. his tongue is heavy and sloppy and uncontrollable, and yet he’s drooling and pushing the words out like a dam’s broken inside of his swimming consciousness. “please- please let me fuck you- let me fuck your pussy with my cock, please…! wanna put it inside you, wanna cum inside you, wanna have sex with you-”

you barely stifle a mocking laugh. you wonder where the bravado of one of the world’s most coveted athletes has gone. you can remember the rush in your heart when you first laid eyes on him, enchanted with the sheer charisma he had on the court, making each and every one of the players dance to his finely tuned beat. 

but instead, the man in front of you is no more than a starved dog. you’re lucky that you’re someone who keeps a tight leash. breaking his prideful spirit was no easy task, but you’re glad you did it. otherwise, you might not have been able to delight in his misery so openly.

“don’t be ridiculous, tobio. i said i’d reward you, not let you do whatever you want.” you lean forward, and your pussy throbs at the way the shock settles like the touch of winter’s frost in kageyama’s shattered eyes. you swear you can make out your reflection in his widened pupils, and like a lovesick puppet, kageyama veers shakily forward when you move in so that he can be a bit closer to you. you’ve got him dancing in the palm of your hand, and nothing makes your heart race faster than seeing him this ruined.

“it’s alright though. there’s no need for you to look so heartbroken. it makes me feel bad,” you pause poignantly. “almost. i have an idea though! don’t worry, i’ll let you cum. it’d be too much even for me to leave you hanging dry after you’ve been this receptive towards my training. good boys always get a fitting reward.”

you point your finger at the first drawer in the little dresser by your side of the bed. your smile is nothing but angelic, and had he seen you looking at him with such devotion dripping from your eyes in any other situation, kageyama believes he would have fallen in love with you all over again. 

“tobio, fetch.”

his thighs ache, and kageyama’s breathing is hot and comes out in short puffs. his cock dangles and bounces uselessly as he crawls over to your dresser. his agile fingers curl around the handle, and his heart pounds like a death march as he slowly pulls the drawer out. 

inside is a singular dildo. your smile doesn’t waver even once as he lifts it gingerly, and he turns to you as if waiting dutifully for your next instructions. it doesn’t take a genius for him to piece together what you’re going to make him do. 

sure, you’ll be merciful enough to let him cum. you just won’t let him cum for his cock. 

“you know what to do, don’t you? such a well-trained boy. you make me so proud. why don’t you do me a favor and put on a pretty little show for me with that? if i were you, i’d make the most of it. you don’t know when i’ll let you cum again next.” your deceptively gentle voice has pre-cum dribbling out of his straining length. 

ah, kageyama knows there’s something deeply wrong with him. this is humiliating in every sense of the word, and yet there’s something to you that has him hooked. you’re everything to him, a person for him to worship, for him to do anything for, have him hooked like a fish on a line veering towards its inevitable end, addicted to the illicit edge of having everything about him dangling at your fingertips. 

it feels good. it feels good when he plants the dildo down firmly on the floor in front of you. it feels good as he spreads his legs sheepishly. it feels good when you scrutinize him from head to toe like every inch of his flesh and bone and skin belongs to you. it feels good when he feels the thick head of the dildo prodding against his taut hole.

it feels so, so, so obscenely good when he sinks down on the toy, letting it stretch the pliant muscles of his ass out and the weeping weight of his poor forgotten cock straining in between his spread legs. 

you’re entranced immediately. he starts off slowly. it’s not the first time he’s taken something inside his ass, and yet, it feels so foreign and new each time he does. he rides the dildo with shallow bounces, carefully maneuvering himself up and down the toy’s length. if you also weren’t aroused out of your mind, you’d marvel at how strong kageyama’s legs were. it’s no wonder that he has the reputation of being prideful: every single aspect of him has been built up through a lifetime’s worth of hard work and tenacious dedication.

he feels the stretch deep in his stomach, the foreign ache in his muscles. he should feel any sense of shame, embarrassment at being this lewd in front of you, humping some plastic toy like he’s no better than an animal giving in to his most base instincts, but something about the scraps of attention you toss his way makes him want to grovel in front of you for more. you’re so strict, so harsh, not willing to give him any wiggle room for him to be selfish. maybe that’s why each word of praise, each little treat you’re willing to indulge with him feels so sweet yet so painful. he’s hard to work for every little bit of it, even if it kills him more and more inwardly.

“how are you feeling, sweetheart? talk to me,” you murmur. your eyes are fixated on his body. drops of sweat trickle down his forehead and the expanse of his beautifully sculpted torso. his chest rises and falls as arousal seeps through every vein in his body. tobio feels like he’s crumbling in front of you. 

“full- my ass feels full- it’s stretching me out- so big- such a big toy-,” the words come out so naturally, despite him knowing that he should be more hesitant. the dildo slides in and out of him as he moves his hips, and he whines loudly as his asshole flutters and stretches out on the girth of the toy. “wanna cum with my cock- wanna touch my cock- want you to touch with my cock, please-”

“nonsense, tobio.” you cut him off firmly. “see? even now you’re talking back to me. it means we’re not quite done with your training yet. i’m your owner, which means you have to listen to me. you don’t see dogs talking back to their owners, do you?”

your stern voice sounds like the most harmonious melody to him, even though you’re so hellbent on making his life miserable. he wonders just how hard and how deep he must have fallen for you, to get turned on by something like you telling him no. he shakes his head shakily. “n-no- i’m sorry- my ass feels good- feels really good! love having it inside me- love fucking myself-”

you smile at him again, and it makes his cock throb. you’re getting off on him fucking himself further and further on the toy, desperately moving himself up and down on its length chasing some form of release. he knows he’s not going to find what he wants, but he’s smart. he’s smart enough to take what little you’re going to give him, because without it, he thinks he might genuinely lose whatever string of sanity he’s grasping onto for dear life.

“ah-,” he mewls pathetically. every part of him feels heavy and sluggish. dull thrums of arousal claw at his stomach, the muscles in his abs tightening and relaxing before tightening again. he’s moving faster on top of the toy now, starting to take it deeper and deeper. the pleasure is shooting all throughout his body. his chest feels tight and his skin clammy, his brain clambering to fight through the fogginess behind his eyes to fully register everything he’s putting himself through. 

“does it feel good, tobio? does fucking yourself on a toy in front of me make you feel good? you look like you’re having so much fun right now…,” there’s a hint of amusement in your words, and you peer down at kageyama with such fondness in your eyes. you think he’s prettiest when he’s at his wit’s end. he’s bucking his hips wildly, going from the shallow thrusts to grinding and wiggling his hips lewdly, so dedicated to chasing his own high but also giving you a show worthy of your time.

he nods, head lolling on his neck. his voice threatens to break. “ye-es…! so good- my ass feels so full- love fucking myself on a cock like this… love it when you order me around… makes me wanna cum…”

“yeah? you like being treated this way?” you say, pretending to be surprised. “gosh, you’re flattering me… are you trying to be someone special to me, tobio? you know that you already are… i’m the only one who gets to see this sweet, sweet side of you. trust me, i don’t take that for granted.”

you know that he doesn’t have any other option than to give into the mindlessness of letting you have complete control, but at the same time, you don’t doubt that he’s being honest, given how red and swollen his tip is. there’s pre-cum leaking almost in nonstop rivulets from his slit, but there’s no relief to be found for his cock. no matter how much his heavy balls quiver and tense up, there’s nothing you’re willing to do for him. 

his ass hits the hilt of the dildo, and he lets out a loud, broken cry. your cunt clenches in on itself as he stays there for a second, savoring the feeling of fullness. the dildo’s head prods and breaches against his g-spot, enough to make kageyama feel like the wind’s been knocked out of him. it takes everything in him just to breathe as he sits there in front of you, eyes glossy with tears and pleasure poisoning the corners of his brain. 

“ooh, you managed to take it all!” you clap your hands together excitedly. “i can still remember when you’d struggle to get just the tip in… you’ve done so well. you’re so hot when you fuck yourself on a dildo like that… and i bet it feels even better to get to fuck it after two straight weeks of not getting any action whatsoever.”

he manages a shaky inhale. 

“keep grinding on it, tobio,” you command him firmly. you’re sure he’s fighting to keep whatever little control of his body he has left, his limbs melting into both pain and pleasure. the head of the dildo keeps fucking against his g-spot, and tobio thinks he’s going to faint from how good it feels. his stomach keeps twisting itself into tight knots, and heat flares up all over his core. he clings to your words, moving his hips back and forth, grinding down on the base of the toy. 

“so-o big-,” his words are slurring together into one big mush. his movements are growing sloppy, more animalistic, doing his best to chase his high without disobeying you. he needs your permission to cum, after all, and doing so without your approval is bound to seal his fate. “please- wanna cum- please let me cum…! ‘m so close- so close to cumming from my ass… it feels good, please- please, please, i wanna cum from my ass!”

“my, such a well-mannered boy,” you coo at him. “you remembered to ask for my permission. but i don’t know, tobio… i want to enjoy you like this a little longer. do you think you can do that for me?”

fuck. your entire body is crawling with heat, arousal pulsing throughout your senses. you breathe deeply, trying to keep yourself controlled so that you can continue pushing kageyama’s buttons. he’s actively falling apart in front of you. his legs are shaking as he rides the toy, going between grinding down on it and mewling uncontrollably as his orgasm threatens to push him over the edge. 

the lewd noises of him pleasuring himself and his sobs echo throughout the room. your mouth feels dry, and you lick your lips. he grits his teeth, eyes fluttering weakly, as he drinks up the tantalizing sight of your tongue dragging across your bottom lip. his cock feels like it’s about to explode, and seeing you in front of him isn’t helping him at all.

what he wouldn’t give to have those pretty lips on him, to feel you kissing the bare expanses of his skin, your soft mouth moving against his chest and abs, kissing up his torso and pressing your lips against his arms. maybe you’d kiss his delicate hands too, circling your haughty tongue against his calloused fingertips. his cock throbs an embarrassing amount at the thought of his fingers inside your mouth, and he has to ball his hands into fists to keep himself from touching himself in a way that would make you angry.

“please-,” his voice is barely a whisper, and he looks at you with watering eyes. fat tears threaten to breach his underlashes, and when he blinks, they glide down the unmarred expanses of his porcelain-like cheeks. “i can’t take it anymore- i can’t- can’t do it… gonna cum! my ass feels so good- my ass can’t take it- please, please, let me cum! let me cum… i wanna cum, everything just feels too good…!”

you purse your lips. it’s not like you don’t disagree with him. you know the past few days have been agony for the poor boy. you don’t know how he managed to perform his best in his games and practice while struggling to keep all of his carnal desires at bay, but at the same time, you wonder what he would look like when you’d crush any sense of hope for him. what would he do if you said he couldn’t cum? even though you said you’d let him? 

would he accept your cruelty without complaint? he’s so desperate to be your good boy, to have you acknowledge his unwavering submission to you. he might simply hang his head and accept it, letting you console him with a simple kiss to his forehead as you wrestle his swollen cock back into its imprisonment.

you tilt your head slightly. “you’re so needy… i didn’t say you could cum yet, did you? Begging like this isn’t going to get you anywhere. you’ll cum when i say you can. your entire body belongs to me, and that includes your ass. you can do better than this. i know you can.”

your words are like knives digging into his overstimulated body. his vision is blurry, and it’s taking everything in him just to keep up with his lewd display. his muscles are straining, aching all throughout his form, but the pain keeps egging him on. bits of drool slip past his mouth, frantic gasps emanating from the young man.

“i’m sorry- have mercy on me-,” the way he looks at you with such pleading eyes makes your cunt squeeze. this is your most obscene dream come true, and the wet sounds of kageyama working his ass up and down the now-slick toy has you curling your fingers into the bedsheets. “you said you’d reward me- you said i’d get a reward- that i could cum with my ass… you’ll kill me… i just wanna cum!”

“i don’t know…,” your voice trails off to demonstrate that you weren’t convinced of his desperation quite yet. kageyama thinks he’s going to go crazy with need. his body can’t take it much longer, and if he doesn’t get your permission soon, he knows he’s going to be in for a world of trouble. some masochistic side of him melts and flutters at the thought of you punishing him even more, breaking down every single one of his senses until nothing else exists in his world except for the thought of you completely monopolizing him. 

he swallows heavily, and his adam’s apple bobs as he frantically racks his brain. there’s not much he can do to appeal to you, but he’s willing to give anything a try. he’s on his last legs, and he’s willing to do anything to appeal himself to you. 

“i love you-,” he cries out, face all flushed and sweaty hair sticking to his forehead in splayed out strands. “i love you! i love you so much- please, let me cum! i wanna cum- love you, love you soooo much…!”

oh, this was new. gosh, he was just too pure-hearted. he was pulling on your heartstrings perfectly, his garbled sweet words in perfect contrast to the depravity you were pushing him through. he was too cute for his own good, digging his grave further and further with each word that he uses to bargain for his needs. so pitiful, so desperate, you just wish you can keep in this broken down state forever.

it’s hard not to be endeared by him. he’s staring at you so pathetically, imploring silently for you to grant him the release he’s chasing so ardently. there’s truly no room for anything or anybody else in his eyes right now. you’re all that matters, the only one who grants him a stroke of salvation in the darkness muddling his consciousness, a true paragon of dedicated domination in his eyes.

your lips quirk upwards into that smile he loves so much.

“oh, don’t beg like that. it almost makes me feel bad,” you laugh under your breath. the sound is soft and melodic, and the young athlete bucks his hips to your words. you gingerly extend a hand forward from where you’re perched on the mattress, and just like he did earlier, you let him slot his face into your palm. you nuzzle his blushing cheek, your thumb smoothing over the delicate skin of his face. “alright. you did well. i've had my fun too, i suppose. go ahead.”

you lean forward. you whisper softly, like a true lover murmuring a tender lullaby to their beloved. isn’t that what the two of you were, despite all the twists and turns, the corruption in its purest form? 

“tobio, cum.”

it’s like something inside of his mind shatters completely. he sinks down onto the base of the toy, and he lets out a piercing cry. pre-cum drips again from his swollen length as his orgasm grips him from head to toe. he buries his face into your palm, trying frantically to inhale more of your scent as heat rushes all over his body. his toes curl into the floor as he shakes and grinds down against the toy stuffed up his ass, milking and tormenting his g-spot.

you sit there, grinning like a predator closing in on its prey. it’s a rush you don’t think you’ll ever get sick of, both pain and pleasure swirling in kageyama’s wavering mind. he must feel so good right now, getting the reward he’s been deprived of for so long, and yet still not getting the actual thing he had been chasing this entire time. his cock hangs and flops around uselessly, straining in between his spread thighs. 

he lets out a string of incoherent cries and sobs, sniffling. you can feel his tears wetting your skin, but you let him have your hand at the very least. it feels like an eternity for kageyama to fully ride out the sickeningly addictive euphoria of his high, but when he finally musters enough strength to lift his head like an ousted prince gazing upon a forlorn throne, you think the joy is over far too quickly. 

“did you have fun?” you ask innocently. he doesn’t have the strength or the brainpower to properly answer you, and you don’t hold it against him. he nods feebly into your palm like the loyal lapdog he is. he practically collapses forward, and you catch him with your legs, letting him slump over onto the heavenly expanses of your knees and thighs. you comb your fingers through his hair, and you watch as the slick toy slides out of his ass, falling over onto the floor next to him without fanfare.

his cock is still rock hard. such a poor thing, you muse to yourself. you commend yourself for getting far along in his training that he knows better than to throw a fit after having gotten some semblance of an orgasm. you’ve been so patient, so firm with him, and you’re starting to reap the fruits of your labor.

“i’m so proud of you. you did so good for me. put on such a good show for me. i’m going to remember this for the rest of my life, you know that? remember how good and obedient and submissive you were,” you praise him gently, even though you know he’s too out of it to really take in any of your admiration. “tobio. do you know where your cock ring is? do you remember where you put it?”

he mumbles something into your legs that you can’t quite make out. oh well. you’re sure he’s stuffed it either into his pockets somewhere or buried it inside his athletic bag. it’s nearly romantic, just how dedicatedly he takes care of that ring, even if it’s a bastardized version of love that you bring to the table for him to feast on.

“good boy.” you let him lay there for now, taking a few minutes for him to catch back up with reality. you think this might be a slice of your personal heaven, enjoying the weight of him slumped over onto you, the lively spark in him snuffed out so breathtakingly by the weight of your sadism. “once you can, let’s go take a long, cold shower, okay? i gotta make your dick go back down so i can put you back into the ring. oh, honey, don’t be so sad. you’ve done so well up until now…”

you have full faith that he’s going to do even better for you in the future.

KINKTOBER 2024—la première semaine.

.*・｡ﾟ...to love or not; in this we stand or fall.

week one—la première semaine.

command & master. (kageyama tobio x fem reader) the best pet is one that's disciplined. warning(s): femdom, bdsm, orgasm control, orgasm denial, analplay, male masturbation, petplay, commandplay, ruined orgasm, scentplay, voyeurism

week two—la deuxième semaine.

little black dress. (noel noa x fem reader) a dinner date ends more intimately than expected. warning(s): mirror sex

week three—la troisième semaine.

dethrone. (hinata shoyo x fem reader) a new and hungry pro player, hinata wonders what it'll take for you to fall for him. warning(s): dubcon, slight yandere hinata

week four—la quatrième semaine.

stormbrought. (olruggio x fem reader) olruggio believed his love for a human would be nothing more than delusion, but a chance rainstorm proves him wrong. warning(s): "forbidden" relationship

the final day—le dernier jour.

night hunt. (fushiguro toji x fem reader) under the shadow of halloween night, you're led like a lamb to inevitable slaughter. warning(s): noncon, predator/prey, fearplay, unhealthy relationship dynamic, age gap, being chased in the woods

it’s hot.

the air buzzes with the tremor of life awakening, and the heat hangs amidst the air like a thick quilt enveloping the earth. this is one of the few times throughout the year that you’re actually grateful to wake up early, otherwise you’d be out in the fields at the mercy of the summer sun. still, you can feel your skin start to stick to your clothes as you leave the comfort of your house and make your way towards the picturesque meadows where you’ll spend most of your morning.

it’s not much, being a farmer and raising a hybrid on your farm, but it’s honest work. you do your best to take pride in it, and being on a small farm means that you can form a special connection with every single little part of the land and its inhabitants. 

maybe you’re going insane after staying in the countryside this long, but sometimes you swear your crops love you back as much as you love them. the tomatoes with their lanky vine-like hands wave hello as you spread fertilizer around them, and the summer-time flowers enjoy wiggling their petals at you like they’re little ladies dusting off their petticoat dresses. as much as you would love to tiptoe through the greenery and see what kind of gossip the chatty breeze brings you, you have a more pressing task at hand.

a picnic basket with a red plaid blanket wrapped around it bounces off of your hip as you make your way towards the small cottage-like structure on top of the hill. you chose to take the few minute walk to admire the sun-kissed strands of grass greeting you hello as the tiramisu cake dust-colored dirt crunched against the bottom of your boots. yes, this was all work, but finding the silver lining in the beautiful was what made the work worth it.

you give a small huff, feeling the summer heat pressing against your body as you knock against the entrance to the cottage. you can hear heavy footsteps from the inside, and you don’t have to wait too long before the door carefully swings open. the smell of clean hay and cloves of cinnamon emerge from the interior, an odd comfort amidst the stark darkness that linger within. your eyes trickle upwards towards the top of the doorframe, where a figure easily looms above you. his silhouette engulfs you wholly without another word, cloaked in the shadows and the safety of the little hutch atop the hill.  

you beam innocently. “good morning! how are you today? did you sleep well? i hope i haven’t woken you up or anything…! i know summers are rough for you, since you have a tendency to go into h-”

he coughs loudly to cut you off as quickly as he can. 

he steps forward slightly, and he ducks his head so he doesn’t bump against the wooden doorframe. you knew from the get-go that taking a hybrid into your care was no easy task, but you really had your work cut out from you when you first took ushijima wakatoshi into part of your life. you never regretted a single second of the time you’ve spent getting to know him, but you definitely had your work cut out for you in earning his trust. you like to think that you’ve done a good job by putting a roof over his head, food in his belly, a wide world at his fingertips to explore, and a companion in the form of you. the poor boy had always been formal, polite, and it wasn’t until too long ago that he quit keeping you at an arm’s distance and let you come in closer to his guarded heart.

you wonder what he thinks, sometimes. even now, when looking up at him, the two of you couldn’t have more disparate appearances. whereas you’re your run-of-the-mill human farmer, ushijima is huge. he’s a proud but self-contained bull hybrid, and he towers over you like it’s nothing. he’s built like a true bull too, with nothing but layers of muscle on him that honest to god makes you swoon a little if you think about it too much. perched atop his head of olive-greenish brown hair are some tiny cow ears with a little tag stating his connection to you, and placed firmly around his neck is most prized possession: a cowbell that you gifted specially to him.  

he’s beautiful. hybrid or not.

he nods gruffly, and he hopes you don’t notice the light shade of pink dusting his usually stoic cheeks. “i slept well, thank you. how about you? do you have a lot of work?”

you would never do anything without his explicit permission, so everything he has to his name right now is all things that the two of you agreed on. he wasn’t fond of the idea of becoming your hybrid “pet” and opted to ask for a separate place to live, claiming that he preferred the hard boundary to remind himself of the rift between human and hybrid. and so you complied. in time, ushijima felt less like a bull hybrid and more like a neighbor that happened to be a hybrid, but there were moments where he’d remind you of the metaphorical line he had drawn in the sand.

“not today! i want to spend some time with you. if you aren’t busy…,” you gleefully hold up the basket into his field of vision, “do you want to have a picnic with me?”

his gentle, brown eyes widen. you want to hunt down whoever said bull hybrids were uncontrollable and dangerous and smack them upside the head. ushijima is nothing but considerate to you, and looking at the way his eyes twinkle at the idea of spending some time with you and sharing a meal only proves your faith in him.

“...if it’s alright with you, i would love to.” he nods again. he shyly folds his hands, and your grin widens. you grab for his big palms, tugging him out of his cottage and out into the beautiful summery world unfurling in front of you. despite his massive size, he stumbles out of the cottage and barely gets to shut his front door before you’re tugging on him like he’s a ragdoll. 

and he lets you. he lets you usher him past his front gate and back towards the green, green meadows filled with flowers and sweet grass and all sorts of butterflies just waiting to become the backdrop to your lunch escapade. you’re so small and so sweet in comparison to him, and even though he could crush you like you were nothing if he so chooses to, you always come to him with open arms and a sunny smile that disarms him instantaneously.

he’s sure that’s why it didn’t take long for him to fall for you. as you practically dance in front of him, leading him past the thick wooden gates and into a secluded field onto your farm, he wonders if you have any clue as to how he feels.

…

…

…

it’s hot.

you’re glad to be sitting in the shade when the unrelenting summer heat amps up, and the sun lingers high in the sky as it takes its midday rule with an iron fist. ushijima’s grateful for the cool breeze under the trees as well, and he’s especially grateful for the fact that you had the foresight for the heat when he notices the ice packs placed inside of the picnic basket. the red blanket contrasts the vibrant green of the meadow, and he sits calmly in the center as you unpack the goodies you prepared for the two of you.

“juice? do you prefer watermelon or strawberry?” you hold up two chilled bottles up. 

ushijima blinks at you. “you can pick the one you like better. i like both equally.”

“you’re being too nice!” you laugh as you hand him one of the bottles. he watches with keen eyes as you twist the cap open and take a hearty swig. his jaw tightens ever-so-slightly when he sees the way your throat bobs with each swallow, and a small dot of red juice beads at the corner of your mouth. you let out a clearly refreshed gasp when you lower the bottle, and the tiniest string of saliva connects your lips to the mouth of the bottle for a split second.

he forces a deep breath through his nose, and he lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment. no, this was no situation to act in such a profane way, and he had to know his place. he instead drops his gaze to his own drink, focusing on the way the cool material of the bottle felt against his hot hands, and he follows your example in opening his own share and taking a sip. the decadent taste of sweet fruit fills his mouth, and it goes down the hatch in one thirsty gulp.

“i made sandwiches! and don’t worry, they’re vegetarian just for you.” your singsongy voice breaks him out of his short lived reprieve, and you gesture at him to come closer to you. ushijima feels something deep inside of his stomach stir like a beast awakening from a long slumber when he sees your unsuspecting smile, but this one doesn’t go down as easily when he swallows again. 

you pick one out of the basket and hand it over to him. “look, look! i found a guide online about cutting them into animals. and they even had a cow tutorial, see? i made them all cows, because they reminded me of you! what do you think?”

the sandwiches are tiny in his big palms, but he can see the care you’ve put into making each one. they’re a little crude around the edges, most likely because it’s your first time trying to cut them out in such a specific shape, but ushijima thinks they’re adorable. frankly speaking, you could have put slop on a plate and given it to him, and he’d still eat it all up so long as you were the one who made and delivered the food. 

he stares at the sandwiches for a bit longer, trying to push the thought of your small fingers assembling the foot together or the way your face might have been scrunched up in concentration. he bites down on the inside of his cheek, and something akin to shame and embarrassment flickers like a flame in his gut. it’s wrong of him to feel this way towards you, to lust after everything you do. part of him wants to blame his animalistic nature, the undeniable instinct nestled deep inside of his brain, and the fact that it’s only a matter of time before his hormones overtake him and he’s plunged into the depths of his yearly mating cycle. there’s nothing more he would love to do than to overwhelm you with that primal yearning, to satisfy his own bodily cravings and make you his mate.

but it would be wrong. he knows it’s wrong. the rational part of him scolds himself thoroughly, that this was the entire reason he’s so adamant about keeping some distance between the two of you. it hurts him, but it would hurt you more both physically and emotionally, if he were to go rampant and tear into you like some kind of uncontrollable animal.

he lets out a deep exhale and decides to choke down his food. even entertaining these kinds of thoughts are dangerous, and he doesn’t want whatever thinly veiled restraint he has left in him to snap. you’re rambling on about wanting to take a nap in the afternoon sun next to him, but your words go in one ear and out the other. all he can focus on is the dulcet tones of your voice and how his cheeks are heating up. he wants to blame the summer heat, but he knows he can’t. the heat comes from somewhere far deeper, somewhere far more sinister, somewhere more base. 

his belly feels unnaturally tight, and he hastily stuffs another bite of sandwich into his mouth to distract himself. 

this is going to be a difficult picnic for him. 

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…

…

it’s hot. 

ushijima’s hands are big, and his palms are rough as he grips at your waist. you can feel beads of sticky sweat trickling down your back and your forehead, and your legs tremble as he grinds down on you. he’s not pressing his full weight on you yet, but his body feels heavy. it makes your pussy clench around nothing, feeling the sheer size difference between your bodies.

“you’re… you’re torturing me.” he grunts. he has you pinned down underneath him, your back pressed up against the scrunched fabric of the picnic blanket. ushijima clings to your body. you can feel him humping your bulge against your soft ass, your clothed cunt, your plush thighs… his fingers claw at the waistline of your pants, like he’s itching to tear your clothes off and dig right into you. but ever the gentleman, his thinly veiled restraint is kicking in.

this is your fault. you know it is. you had casually brought up how attractive he had looked and what a shame it was that he was so distant at times, that had he maybe been a regular neighbor of yours rather than a hybrid, you might have given him a shot.

he huffs through his nose. “you have no idea what you do to me. you’re killing me. i don’t- i don’t know if i can hold myself back anymore.”

your stomach flutters, and you can feel your inner walls tightening up. fuck, you think the heat might be getting to you. it’s like being physically overwhelmed by the bull has flipped a switch in your brain, and you can feel your body acting before your mind can. you always knew ushijima was attractive, and you knew toeing the line by flirting with him was never going to land you anywhere good but you couldn’t help yourself. he’s everything you could ever want in a man.

a low groan lodges itself in his throat as waves of pleasure shoot up his body. he shouldn’t be acting this way, but something in the back of his brain keeps egging him out, the onslaught of the early stages of his heat gripping his sanity. you look so small and so caught off guard, and ushijima thinks you look ravishing. you’d look adorable folded in half underneath him, getting your brains fucked out by his thick bull cock in the middle of a field, getting that tight hole of yours fucked full of his cum.

your scent fills his nose as he bows his head, burying his head into the crook of your neck. you’re sweaty and sticky, but every part of you feels so good. ushijima feels like his body has been set on fire, and his cock strains in his pants. it hurts. his dick throbs and twitches, desperate for your attention. whatever little friction he’s getting from more or less mounting you and dry humping you out in the open isn’t enough for him. he needs more, needs to feel more of your tiny body, needs to indulge in you until he’s had his fill.

“ushijima-,” you gasp out. he bucks his hips into you, and you cry out unexpectedly when he nudges up against your clit. a shockwave of pleasure jerks through you, and you arch your back into his chest. “ah- shit-”

“say you want me,” he rasps into your skin, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to ground himself. his head is spinning, and all he can register is how good it feels to have your body pressed up against his. “tell me you want this too. otherwise- get away from me. run away from me. i’ll hurt you.”

your voice is like a hard lump in the back of your mouth, and you wrap your arms around him. his skin is scaldingly hot, almost feverish as his heat starts to run its course through his body. he trembles when you touch him, and he leans into you, hungry for your attention. your own body feels hot too, and you want him to have his way with you, breaching past the tension building up between the two of you. your own selfish intentions aside, if it provides any kind of physical relief to him, that’s more than enough of a reason to let him have you.

“it’s- it’s okay,” you breathe. your fingers trickle up his spine, and he gasps into your skin when your fingertips brush over the cowbell. you can feel his bulge twitching in between your legs, and you don’t want to linger too much on how you can feel yourself getting wet too. it doesn’t take a genius to feel how big the tent in his pants is, and you’re simultaneously anticipating and fearful of just how monstrous his bull cock might be. “you can have me. i want you- i want to make you feel good too.”

those are dangerous words. you can feel his grip on you tighten, and you shudder as he pulls you closer, basically thrusting up into your clothed crotch. you know you’re both going to be leaking messes when you finally take each others’ clothes off, but you can’t help it when it feels so good to feel his whole body weight crushing you like this as he tries to imitate the motions of fucking you.

“are you sure?” his voice is deep and heady and heavy, and it makes your cunt clench. your thoughts are slowly clouding over. your stream of consciousness is slowing down, getting replaced with a gnawing sensation deep in your gut, and you let out breath cries as you grind against him, working your hips in tandem with his needy thrusts. “i’ll hurt you- you’re a human, and i- i don’t know if you can take me.”

you don’t care about any of that. all you can feel is how hot the air is around the two of you and the heat prickling all over your body. “i don’t care about that. i want you. i want you, wakatoshi- i want you to touch me.”

he grits his teeth when you choke out his first name, and his cock pulses noticeably. you have a precarious grip on his mind, dominating every single one of his waking thoughts, consuming him wholly with just how much he wants you. but if you’re not denying him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep everything at bay.

you gasp as he tears your clothes off of you, and the shrill sound of his cowbell clanging desperately against his throat invades your ear. your shirt is quickly abandoned to the side, and your bra follows, tossed somewhere off into the grass. his hands are big as he gropes at your chest, calloused fingers playing with your pebbling nipples. you arch your back so that the softness of your tits fill out his hands better, and he moans as he grinds up against whatever he can reach. sparks of pleasure explode deep in his belly, and you shudder as he draws his hands down your chest and stomach.

“i’m going to ruin you,” he breathes. you’re not sure if it’s something he says as a promise or out of worry, but you don’t care. you want him, you want him to ruin you. you guide his hands down to your pants, and you fumble with getting the zipper down as he yanks the garment off of your legs. 

ushijima thinks his heart is going to stop when he sees your nearly bare body, the expanses of your skin that existed only in his imagination now coming to life in front of him. his cock is so hard it almost hurts, and he wants nothing more than to tear your panties off and shove his entire length into you and thrust and thrust until the heat inside of his chest is gone. but he can’t and he won’t, not when he’s so viscerally aware of his shortcomings as a lover.

you watch him with wide eyes and your heart pounding inside of your chest as he wraps his fingers around the waistline of your panties. there’s a prominent wet spot in the seat from when he had grinded against you, a true animal in heat, and the thought of you being turned on as much as he is makes his mouth feel dry. your breath stalls when he drags them down slowly, past your thighs and down your knees, past your ankles until you’re left bare against the fabric of the picnic blanket, wetness dripping from your core. 

he can’t tear his eyes off of you.

his hands wrap around your knees, and you lay there placidly as he separates your legs to slot his head in between your thighs. a wave of shyness overcomes you when he just sits in between your legs and stares, his hot breath fanning against your glistening folds as he takes a moment to simply process everything happening to him. his favorite human, his dearly beloved farmer, naked and laid out bare for him in a way that he might have only seen in the midst of his most intense wet dreams… it’s almost too good for him to believe.

“ushijima, i-,” your voice gives out mid-phrase when his tongue darts out from in between his lips and swirls around your cunt. he’s careful and cautious at first, mostly pressing sticky kisses to your throbbing clit and licking up and down your slit slowly. he lets out a heavy exhale, similar to a moan, when your fingers thread through his thick hair, gripping at him to ground yourself.

“i’m… i’m going to make you feel good first,” he mumbles against your entrance. “prep you for me… make you feel good so that my cum takes better inside of you.”

you gasp, tugging at his hair. his tongue swirls around your clit, and he suckles at you, swallowing down your arousal as if it’s the sweetest thing he’s tasted. you might as well be—his cock is straining like crazy against his pants, but he’s more caught up in how good it feels to have you fluttering and coiling around on the tip of his tongue like this. you’re so good and so sweet, so patient with him as his tongue explores your most sensitive parts. 

everything about this was lewd, having a man going down on you in the middle of an open field where anyone could walk in and see you naked and moaning, but all you could focus on was the dull pangs of heat pulsing through your insides. he’s teasing your folds and circling your fluttering hole with his tongue so carefully, his ears perked for any sound you make. 

he laps at your slit with his whole tongue, playing with your clit with each greedy lick. your thighs shake around his head, your legs pressed open by his strong hands. he’s being sweet to you, but at the same time, you’re completely at his mercy on what he decides to do. 

“inside-,” you choke out, your voice so strained that you barely recognize yourself. “don’t just tease me outside, ushijima! put your tongue inside me too- feels so empty…”

you can feel his ears perk up when you whine for him, and you throw your head back with a whiny moan as he breaches your hole with the tip of his tongue. you might as well be a sugar cube dissolving inside of his mouth from how much you’re melting from the simplest of touches. what was it about him that made you act this way? you don’t get too long to think about it before he’s pumping his tongue in and out of you, searching desperately for that one sweet spot deep inside of you that’s sure to make you fall apart entirely.

you moan for him continually. pleasure dances all across your insides, and your walls keep coiling around him. ushijima savors the feeling, your soft gummy insides clinging to his tongue in search of any kind of stimulation. it’s a primal kind of feeling, having your bodies intertwined with one another out in the open, and ushijima likes the simplicity of it. he drools at how inviting your insides are, and his cock aches at the thought of finally plunging himself into you. he already knows that he’s going to basically fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until he’s slamming right up against your womb, making sure your body has no choice but to take his length and all of his cum as he mates you thoroughly.

“so good… you feel so good inside of me- ooh, you’re so deep-,” you grind your hips against his mouth, and he breathes hotly against you, matching your rhythm. he’s dreamt of your face all scrunched up in pleasure like this more times than he can count, and despite how awful he’s felt each and every time for thinking about his precious human farmer this way, he decides that he likes it. he likes the reality he has now, with you spread apart on his tongue, not caring for anything else in the world except for him.

“gonna make you cum-,” he breathes, darkly and firmly, determined not to let you go until he’s had his fill. “can you feel it? does it make you feel good? do you like it when my tongue is inside you?”

the warm weight that’s restless inside of you needs an out. your blood feels like it’s boiling, like you’re genuinely going to start running a fever with how much heat suffocates you both inwardly and outwardly. you nod feverishly, your nails scraping against the rough surface of his horns. you grip at them and his hair interchangeably, and it’s all you can do cling to him as he ups his intensity. his fingers pry into your flesh, hungry to taste more of you.

“oh fuck- ushijima- you can’t do both at the same time-!” your entire body tenses up when two of his fingers slide into you without any resistance, and his mouth latches onto your clit to suckle on the sensitive nub like he can’t get enough. he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, almost as if to really fully feel the sensation of your walls seizing up against his knuckles. 

“let me,” the bull breathes. your walls won’t quit fluttering and stretching out around his fingers, and whenever he spreads his fingers apart ever so slightly, you’re tensing up all around him and whining out so prettily. there’s so much blood rushing downwards to his crotch, and he knows he won’t be able to think straight for much longer. but he’s entranced by all the sweet reactions you’re giving him and he wants to keep egging you on this state, to memorize every detail until he’s sure you’ll continue to haunt him in his dreams. “you can take it. i know you can.”

you grit your teeth, helpless cries escaping from you as your pussy drinks in all of the new stimulation. he’s not giving you a break as he thrusts his fingers into you. he fingers you deep and slow, making sure you feel every part of him entering and exiting you. having your clit sucked like that isn’t helping you out either, and your stomach coils and unfurls, thrashing wildly inside of you as the arousal starts to make your brain go hazy.

“gonna cum, ushi- if you keep doing that, i’ll cum…!” you’re digging your fingers deep into his hair at this point, tugging wildly. he moans when he feels the stinging pain shoot down his spine. there’s nothing he wants to do more than to fuck his cock into you, but you can’t take him as you are right now. he has to work you open, get you used to taking his big fingers first, make sure he’s taking his time with you before he lets his selfishness get in the way.

“go ahead,” he pants against your inner thigh. “cum- cum for me.”

you think you’re going insane. your toes curl into the fabric of the picnic blanket, the once pristine material now warping and moving with how much the two of you are thrashing around. the heat building up inside of you is almost too much to take, and your vision is blurring over with tears. your walls won’t quit milking his fingers, clinging to his knuckles as if they don’t want him to leave you, like they should stay buried deep inside you so he can continue pressing his rough fingertips against that one spot that makes you swear you see stars. you’re pulsing around him so nicely, and your voice keeps rising in pitch, a telltale sign that you’re at your limit.

“there! right there-,” you swallow past all of your drool, “don’t stop- don’t stop, ushijima, i’m so close! i’m gonna cum, gonna cum all over your mouth- your fingers too- oh fuck, i can’t think! can’t think, can’t think, just need you inside me! i’m cumming- cumming…! gonna cum so hard…!”

he keeps the pace the way you like it best, the possessive twinge in his eyes savoring and enjoying the sight of your hips thrashing wildly. slick keeps leaking out of you, and he can’t wait to imagine how much more pleasure he’s going to be able to give you with his cock once this round is done. but for now, he keeps fucking you out on his thick fingers, listening to your pretty voice keening and crying out, pride swelling up inside of his broad chest at knowing that it’s him who’s finally getting you to fall apart.

“cumming-!!”

your vision gives out on you as pleasure crashes down on you. the world turns to white as you thrash uncontrollably in ushijima’s grasp, heat gushing from between your thighs as you cum with a loud cry. it’s hot, and every part of you feels sticky and warm. but even as you wail and writhe like a wounded animal, ushijima keeps going at it, determined to lap up every last drop of your orgasm. you think you’re going to suffocate to death with everything overwhelming your senses, your body pushed to its very limit with how greedy ushijima is. 

you don’t even get a moment's worth of reprieve to collect yourself. your folds are still sensitive and slick, your chest heaving as you struggle to put enough air into your lungs. your vision is blurry, and your entire body feels numb and heavy, your brain blown out and fuzzy from the electric tingles buzzing in your core. fuck, you didn’t think you could cum this hard from getting eaten out, but you have no strength as you simply lay on the blanket. ushijima watches you with a kind of morbid curiosity as he slides himself out from between your legs, seemingly satisfied with the first orgasm out of many he’s going to rip from you.

“ushi-,” you choke out as he grabs your thighs, and a lump lodges in the back of your throat as he carefully presses your knees to your chest. a weak whimper dies out in your mouth as your dripping cunt is exposed to him, and he swallows noticeably as he hastily yanks his pants down with one hand.

“...oh my god,” you breathe, your eyes widening to the size of saucers when you see ushijima’s cock for the first time. you had no doubt that he would be big and thick, like any bull would be, but seeing it bare with your own two eyes and thinking about how that monster of a dick is going to go inside you makes your body go limp with both shock and a sick sense of anticipation. “you’re going to kill me.”

“i’m not going to kill you,” he breathes. he guides you to hold your legs with your hands, the sight of you folded in half so obediently a blessing to the heat-stricken bull. you let out a high pitched whine as he smacks his length tentatively against your slick-soaked entrance, and your stomach lurches at the sheer weight of his cock. he’s big in every sense of the word, swollen and engorged like it’s been born to break your pussy in two, and you flinch every time his tip collides with your clit.

his tip is big and red, pre-cum leaking from it in a way you didn’t know was physically possible. you knew ushijima had been holding himself back for a while, but his self-restraint is practically a miracle now that you’ve seen just how aroused he is. you grit your teeth as he rocks his hips against yours, grinding his cock in between your pussy lips. he’s coating his length with your combined juices, and your body lurches when you can feel the pangs of heat bubbling up inside of your gut again. you shouldn’t get turned on this quickly again, but with the hybrid looming over you and caging you in between his broad chest and the ground, you can’t help but feel helpless and horny at the thought of him breeding you and fucking you to his heart’s content.

“this-,” he sounds strained, “-this is why i ate you out. made you cum. otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take it.”

his gaze falls on your face, and you swear your heart stops when his eyes lock on yours. his gaze is always firm, head held high, a little steely, but now, there’s a hint of warmth that makes your heart squeeze. his cock prods at your hole, his cockhead nestled right at your fluttering entrance almost as if he’s asking for permission.

“look at me,” he tells you. the strain in his voice is sweet, and you want to taste the sweetness against your own mouth. “i want you to look at me while i put it in. can you do that for me?”

you nod wordlessly, and you suck a deep breath in through your nose. you do your best to relax your tense body the best you can, but a sharp inhale breaks through your thoughts when you can feel him breach your cunt. a high pitched sound curls in the back of your throat as he pushes himself in, and you can immediately feel the stretch. your smaller body is already struggling to take him in, and your walls are clamping down on his girth, the ache in your muscles spreading across your crotch to the lower part of your stomach. 

he’s trying to be so good for you, trying to be slow and gentle, but his mind nearly goes blank the instant he feels your velvety insides fluttering around him. he clenches his teeth. “fuck- ah- fuck-... i-i knew you’d be tight, but still- this is too much-”

“s-so big-,” you murmur, starstruck, struggling to keep your eye contact with him. he’s looking down at you as if he’s about to go mad, and you know he is. whatever minimal scrap of sanity left inside of his brain is hanging on by a thread, his animalistic instincts clawing and howling and screaming for the control he won’t give. 

inch by inch, bit by bit, you do your best to focus on your breathing until he bottoms out inside of you. you’re suddenly grateful that you got at least a round in as prep; otherwise you’d be suffocating on the sheer size of his bullcock by now. it feels like he’s deep in your belly, and you don’t need to look down to feel the bulge from him nestled inside of you.

“oh fuck-,” he groans. the veins on the side of his neck look like they’re about to pop. “it went in… the whole thing’s in. oh god- you’re so tight… and wet- i’ll go crazy…”

he laid on top of you, your breaths mingling with one another as you both soaked in the sensation. you can feel him buried so deep inside you, reaching places that nothing else would have been able to. masturbating or using toys had never gotten the same effect as him putting his cock in, and you swear you feel him inside your stomach, pressing against your diaphragm. your chest feels tight, and you’re growing light-headed as you cling to ushijima’s body.

“can i- can i move?” ushijima moans. “please- you’re squeezing around me so much already- i can barely take it-”

“go ahead… i’ll be okay,” you reply. you moan when you feel him shift his hips, drawing them back. his cock rubs against your sensitive walls as he pulls out before slowly sinking his cock back into your hole, and the slow friction makes the sparks welling up inside of your gut go crazy. he’s moving so carefully, like he’s savoring every second of having your pussy wrapped around his cock. 

it feels good. the stretch is getting to your head, and your body feels so much more sensitive than earlier. you blame your previous orgasm. his muscled thighs make contact with the underside of yours as he rocks his hips, fucking his cock in and out of you. you can feel him growing more and more bolder with each slow pump of his dick, your cunt enthusiastically suck him in and try to guide him towards the entrance of your womb. 

you like whatever this fuzzy feeling consuming you is. you’re sure this is how ushijima wanted you from the very beginning as you start to lose your grip on reality. all you want to think about is the cock stretching you out, his heavy balls slapping noisily against the curve of your ass. there’s a slight ache in your hips and legs from being folded in half, but the angle at which he’s rutting against you makes you swear you see stars. he’s not letting a single stroke go to waste, grunting under his breath. 

all that’s on his mind is keeping you like this. submissive and sweet, built to take all of his stifling affections, ushijima thinks that this might be the perfect reward for how long he’s waited and waited. edging himself to the thought of taking his human farmer wasn’t enough for him, and even though he knew that you were no hybrid, the right thing just wasn’t going to satisfy him. and now that he’s had a taste of your sweet cunt, he doesn’t think he can go back.

“faster-,” you mewl, your legs shaking. “you’re so deep inside of me, so big- so good- ooh, i can feel so much of you-”

the sound of your slurred voice, all fucked out and weak, makes him grit his teeth. he snaps his hips a bit harder into you, and you recoil back into the picnic blanket. pleasure slams and rattles against the inside of your skull, and you can hear the wet sounds of your cunt squelching around him. the two of you are being so ridiculously greedy, absolutely lost in the physical bliss of devouring each others’ bodies. ushijima’s fucking into you faster now, his cockhead bullying your deepest parts with each sharp plow.

you’re crying out incoherently, sobbing out broken moans each time he fucks into you. you can tell he’s doing his best for you, focusing more on your pleasure despite how much more he’s craved this. you feel heavenly wrapped this snugly around him, your juices leaking all around his swollen length. he doesn’t ever want to go back to jerking off using his hand now that he’s gotten you, and just feeling your smaller body tremble and having your sweet scent invade his senses makes him almost wonder if he’s dreaming. 

“ushi- ushijima-,” you cry out to him. “oh, fuck, it feels so good! feels so good to have you inside me. waka- wakatoshi, please…!”

his hips stutter when you blurt out his first name. it’s like he doesn’t know how to process it, and he stops dead in his tracks. “you… you said my name.”

you whine loudly when he stops moving, the incessant hunger in your womb coming back with a fury. you want him to go back to fucking you, to bullying you with that stupidly huge cock of his. you grind your hips up towards him, desperately trying to stuff more of him inside you. “wakatoshi, please-! need more- need more of you, waka-”

he grits his teeth, and without another warning, he snaps his hips and fucks his whole cock straight into you. your words immediately die out on your tongue, and your mind goes completely blank as your body struggles just to process the feeling of his entire length getting stuffed up your tiny cunt. you can’t even breathe as he starts fucking into you roughly, slamming his hips down against yours, forcing you into a brutal mating press as he moves in and out, tip to base, leaving you with no choice but to take him. 

whatever frayed restraint inside of him has snapped.

“you-,” he hisses. you’ve let go of your legs, and yet him being on top of you keeps you folded perfectly in half. you flail and struggle to grab onto whatever you can to anchor yourself, but he keeps plowing into you, like he’s determined to break your poor pussy. “you can’t just do that- you’re dangerous to me. i’m dangerous- you can’t just do things like that-!”

“sooo- so rough-!” is all you manage to cry out. pleasure and heat boils inside of your body, and your brain can’t seem to process all of the stimulation being shoved onto you. all you can manage to do right now is to get fucked out on his cock, the tightness building up inside of your womb now so big and restless that you think you can feel it in the back of your throat. 

you’re really not going to last like this. not when he’s being so brutal, so possessive, so merciless with the way he’s fucking you. like a switch has been flipped in his brain, he’s gone from emulating the gestures of a touch starved lover to a true animal in heat. 

“wanted to do this to you so fucking badly-,” the bull mutters under his breath. there’s a brutal thrust after each one of his pointed words. he looks down at you as if he’s going to eat you whole, and your pussy flutters at the sudden shift in his demeanor. “but you had no clue. no clue about the monster you made. everything i am right now- it’s all you. it’s all your fault.”

he’s rambling. you know that he’s not thinking straight right now, but god, you’d be damned if you said that it didn’t do something to you too. he was mating you so thoroughly and so roughly, like he was going to die if he spent even a second away from your body. he’s ravenous, slamming his hips down into you, trying to force as much of his cock into your tiny hole. you think you’re going to die right there, drowning in the inhuman amounts of pleasure threatening to shred your body to pieces, right there underneath ushjima and his huge form, succumbing entirely to whatever madness he’s transferring onto you.

“waka, you’re so deep-,” you moan lewdly. you can feel your wet slick dripping everywhere, your lower lips and your inner thighs drenched. he’s sliding in and out of you so quickly, and your pussy can’t even offer much resistance just from how wet you are. “you’re gonna break me- gonna break my pussy- you’re too big!”

“you can take it,” he mutters under his breath. his breathing is irregular, soaking in as much of your scent as he can. he feels dirty, like a true animal that can’t seem to resist the most base of his instincts, like he’s tainting you by touching you this relentlessly, but he thinks he’s going to die unless he gets to have you like this. his cock hurts too much, his balls threatening to spill into you with each sharp thrust into your warm and welcoming hole. he doesn’t know how you’ve managed to keep up this long with him, especially when he’s being so unreasonably greedy, but he needs to keep going like this. “you’re already taking it.”

he’s pounding into you like he’s determined to shatter you. it’s good, good in a way that you know you’re never going to recover from. you know you’re done for, that you’re going to get hooked on whatever pleasure is taking your body captive as is, that you’re going to end up no better than he is in the climax of his heat. you can already envision it in your head, the vision of you crawling to him in the dead of the night to beg him to fuck you, no human lover enough to satisfy you now that both of you have crossed the point of no return.

but morals are secondary. he’s smitten with you. with every part of you. even outside of your body, ushijima has pined after you for longer than he can fathom. the cowbell ringing incessantly around his neck is proof to him of that.

“gonna fuck so deep into you. gonna make you take everything i give you.” the bull grips at your body. “gonna cum right into your pussy, into your womb. that way everyone’s gonna know what we did today. that i’m not letting anyone else take you away from me. that i’m yours. you- you don’t mind any of that, do you?”

you shake your head side to side. you don’t care anymore at this point. all that matters is how good it feels to have his dick buried inside of you, stretching your gummy walls out until your vision blurs. your skin prickles with sweat and skin, drunk on the feeling of him on top of you and pinning you down into the grass. it’s equal parts intimate as it is ferocious, and you want it. you want him to cum deep inside of you, to fill your womb and pussy up, to leave you cock-drunk and helpless to soak in all of his monstrosity.

he grits his teeth. your kind voice makes his brain go fuzzy too quickly, and his balls keep tightening up against the curve of your soft ass. he’s not going to last much longer, not when you keep squeezing him. you’ve already been so much more than he could imagine, even better than whatever lewd fantasies he would play out in his head all alone, and he’s coming undone. his abs tighten with each thrust, his rigid pace starting to grow sloppy as he shoves himself into you. 

he wants to cum so badly, so so badly inside of you. it’s all he wants right now, and you’d be so good for him. you’d let him empty his load, let him drench your insides white and stuff your womb, whine about how full you feel as the excess leaks out of you, coating the outside of your sweet hole the same shade of white as your insides. he’d get entranced at the sight, fully intoxicated at the thought of claiming you so wholly from the inside out.

he grunts, unable to form full words. you feel so tight and so good around him, milking his cock incessantly. it’s enough to make him think you want it just as much, that your pussy also wants to cum, that you were made to take his cock like this and carry his cum inside of you. what a good human you were, to endure all of this so gracefully, and it’s just too much for his heat-stricken mind to fully comprehend.

“cum inside me-,” your voice breaks through his muddled mind, “-i want it! cum inside me, wakatoshi! want it- i want your cum!”

you can see his jaw visibly tighten, and his cock twitches and throbs inside of you. your cunt unconsciously clamps up around him, and you let out a pathetic sob when he angles his hips and fucks hard into you. your gut won’t stop writhing painfully, your oncoming orgasm like a chokehold on your consciousness. it’s all you can think about, cumming with ushijima, and you think you might actually pass out if you don’t get it soon. 

the effect you have on him is deadly. he pulses inside of you, slamming straight into what feels like your cervix. you can feel the desperation coming off of him in waves, and you wonder how he’s managed to survive this long holding everything back. maybe this act of frenzied heat was for the better, maybe this could teach both of you how to be more honest. but all of that is secondary to the physical reality, the pangs of arousal and need consuming you from the inside out, your brain a captive to the pleasure making all of your limbs go limp.

“you said- you said you want it, yeah?” his voice is uncannily soft. the afternoon sun casts a dreamy glow on him, making him almost golden as he looms over you. “take it- take it all… i won’t let anyone else have you. someone like you- you’re only for me.”

your eyes meet his for a fleeting second, and using whatever little strength left inside of you, you smile up at the bull. “i’m only for you.”

his chest heaves, and his hips stutter. you cry out when he slams harshly into you, burying his whole length into you. your insides clamp down on him, the sudden intrusion making you coil around him deliciously. the friction has your mind up in outer space, numb to the world except for the heat burning all around. ushijima lets out a deep cry, wanting to stay buried deep inside of you, and you can barely register the shift in his weight before you feel him cumming inside of you.

it’s hot and heavy, and it burns. the warmth sears you from the inside out, flooding every part of your already overwhelmed pussy. you already knew that sex with a hybrid would be far from normal, but you didn’t account for the sheer amount of cum pumping into you. his dick keeps pulsing inside of you, releasing what feels like unending spurts of virile semen straight into your womb. you feel it seeping into you, filling you up until you think you’re about to burst. it’s sticky and runny like thick milk, and you can feel it starting to ooze out of your plugged hole and down your thighs. 

ushijima grits his teeth. you can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, and when he shifts, something inside of you breaks open like a dam too. you blame the cum stuffed into your cunt, but you can’t linger on the thought too long before you find yourself cumming from being creampied. 

“wakatoshi-!” you throw your head back, and something wet gushes everywhere. you can’t tell if it’s his cum, your cum, or a mix of both. it’s probably the latter, but that’s not what matters to you. your vision spins on an axis, and everything seems to dissolve into pure nothingness. you feel so full, your stream of consciousness blown out and tossed to the wind, savoring the sheer ecstasy of having a big cock to stretch your insatiable cunt out and enough cum to breed you into a submissive mate. it’s perfection, and you wouldn’t trade anything in the world for the literal bliss coursing through your veins.

the two of you are drunk on each others’ bodies. ushjima doesn’t show any sign of wanting to get off of you, staying where he is, keeping you folded underneath him. it hurts to keep his cock shoved into you as it starts to soften, but he’s willing to endure it. he needs to see as much of his sticky cum stuffed into your pussy, make sure it takes inside of you so that all of his physical efforts don’t go to waste. you’re starting to feel the strain in your muscles, the ache that’s settled in all of them long ago, but much like him, you don’t want to do anything about it. 

your mind’s buzzing like it’s been lit on fire, like the flame refuses to die. the summer heat that encapsulates both of you is unbearable as it is almost comforting, smothering in the way that he must have wanted for longer than you could imagine. you want to melt away in it, and you let him hold you here, tangled in one another’s limbs out in the middle of what would otherwise be a pristine meadow.

“you- you did well, but-,” he manages to get out, “stay with me here for a little longer…”

“mmm. yeah-,” you reply softly. you maneuver yourself, and ushijima shifts so that you can finally put your legs back down properly. the relief that shoots through you is like a gulp of fresh air, but you’re more focused on clinging to the man laying on top of you. chest to chest, his strong heartbeat began to match up to yours. his breathing was rhythmic and welcoming, and you let your eyes flutter shut, simply basking in his presence.

you felt sticky and spent, undoubtedly tuckered out from everything he had put you through, but you would gladly do it again. would this be what they called affection? a kind of special connection? the exact label wouldn’t matter as long as the two of you were happy and satisfied with one another, and you preferred focusing on things like that anyway. 

…

…

…

it’s hot.

you wake up to a cozy dim room, and the first that hits you immediately is the ache that’s spread all over your body. you wince, the blanket that you didn’t even realize was draped over you falling into your lap, as you slowly try to maneuver yourself into a semblance of a seated position. grogginess clings to your senses like thick honey, but you fight through it to make heads or tails of where you ended up.

the smell of clean hay and cinnamon is your first clue, and the next follows shortly after. 

“are you awake? you were out for a while. do you need to go to the hospital?”

you peek up to see a familiar but worried face peering down at you. ushijima extends you a water bottle, and only then do you also realize that you’re absolutely parched. you give him a grateful nod as you take the drink from in, downing half of the bottle in thirsty gulps before you pull away to haphazardly wipe at your mouth.

“just a little sore and a little tired. nothing i haven’t dealt with before. it doesn’t hurt or anything, so a few days of good rest should do the trick.” some of your questions seem to answer themselves. you recognize the inside of ushijima’s abode and the little ways in which he’s made the place a home. you must have fallen asleep from exhaustion not too long after, and ushijima must have carried you back and let you rest in what looked like his bed. 

“you should have something to eat before i give you some painkillers.” he extends a hand towards you. his voice is demure and gentle, like he’s scared that you’ll run off if he approaches you too quickly. “do you think you can walk? or should i carry you? it’s pretty late out, but i prepped a few quick bites for you to have whenever you woke up. it’s dark, so you can stay over for the night.”

he pauses before sheepishly looking away. even through the dimness of his room, you can make out the shy glimmer in his eyes and his nervous body language, and it’s endearing to know that even after plowing into you like his life depended on it, his feelings for you ran much deeper than a quick fix for his heat. there’s a boyish pink tint to his cheeks that’s unlike any of his usual stoic demeanor that you’re used to from him, but you don’t dislike it. if anything, it makes you like him even more, wanting to see more of this romantic side of him.

your hand slides silently into his, and the cowbell around his throat clinks melodically as he helps you up. he slides a gentle hand around your waist as he guides you towards another room of his house, where, true to his word, a board with fruits, bread, jam, and what looks like a bowl of soup awaits you. your stomach rumbles at the sight and the scent of food, and you’re itching to dig in by the time you’re situated at the table.

you’re not sure what to make of the whole thing as you eat, empty chatter filling the air in between your bites. but it’s the kind of spontaneous tension that you like, one where ushijima can’t quite look you in the eye, where his blush only deepens every time you call him in that siren-like voice of yours, where sharing a meal feels like healing for the soul as much as it is nourishment for the body. you’re still processing everything that went down this afternoon, and you’re sure you’re going to be chatting with ushijima deep into the night to decide where to take things from here. but you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel a surge of excitement gnawing with bated breath inside of your stomach, like you’re a younger version of yourself giggling over a school crush and unable to go to sleep.

summer has always been a fleeting time for you. filled with life awakening and the earth extending herself into her finest majesty, you were more than aware of everyone else how temporary this summer heat was, and yet, there was something comforting in its cyclicality, in knowing that the summer would always return year after year with its stifling heat and dazzling sun. 

you hope you can see many more summers with ushijima. you’ve shared many before with him, but this is the first time that the heat has brought you closer, in more ways than one. you hope that the summers will turn into autumns with him and that those autumns will turn into winters and that the winters too will turn into springs to repeat the seasons over and over again. the sweetness that lingers in the air between you and him, the human and the hybrid, farmer and bull, feels inexplicable. and you’re sure it is—you doubt that there are enough words in the universe to properly decipher the complexities he’s plunged you into, but if it’s for him, you’d happily delve into the unforgiving waves. 

isn’t that the whole point of love?

as summer continues to close in, the heat wafting throughout the expanse of the night, you bring yourself closer to ushijima. he guides you carefully back into his bed, and you motion for him to join you. he hesitates for a second, but the way you grab onto his wrist makes him acquiesce. before you know it, you’re pressed happily against his broad chest. his strong arms are wrapped firmly around you, pulling you close to him and keeping you safe from whatever night terrors might rest underneath. but you have nothing to fear, not when you’re this close to him, savoring his embrace, his existence, his warmth.

it’s hot, and you like it.

author's note: happy hybrid tuesday to the house! i had a lot of fun writing this, and truth be told, this fic ended up a lot longer than i had anticipated. double than what i had planned on writing, if i'm being completely transparent. but i think the result was worth every second of it, and it reminded me of how much i love working with hybrid aus! now that this exchange is done, i'm going to start finishing up the last of the requests in my inbox and get ready for kinktober.

i'm also going to start working full-time soon, so the rate at which i'm going to be writing might slow down drastically. thank you so much for all of your patience and support with the blog so far, and thank you even more for reading this far!

“my lady…,” a deep voice rumbles from between your legs, and a strong force pushes on each of your thighs to keep them from snapping shut, “you’ll make my job very difficult if you don’t cooperate with me.”

if you had even half of your mind still with you, you might have done something about everything happening to you. but there’s only so much of your sanity you can cling to, especially when there’s a handsome wolf on his knees in front of you. his tongue laps greedily at your exposed cunt, the rough texture making your legs tremble uncontrollably as he spreads his love all across your drooling slit and up to your throbbing clit. 

“‘m sorry-!” you choke out, your blown out mind scrambling to form some kind of half-baked apology. “it’s too good- so intense…”

you can see him barely bite back a well-deserved smile of satisfaction at your breathless praise, and his eyebrow quirks slightly. he hums, not bothering to give you a proper response, before his paws are clutching at the meat of your thighs again. you barely stuff down a deep breath through your mouth before he’s making out with your pussy again. your fingers curl helplessly around the table’s edge that von lycaon has you perched on, wrapped completely around his finger as he eats you out like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

you might as well be. he might be well-trained and a gentleman, but he’s still a wolf with an appetite for pretty things like you. and you look like you're having the time of your life too—your eyes are glossy with hazy pleasure, and your body’s already threatening to fall apart at the seams. it’s a job well done for von lycaon, and he likes it. he likes knowing how easily he’s getting you to crumble under his touch and just from his tongue too.

he breathes deeply against your cunt, and a moan gurgles from the back of your throat as he circles your hole. the tip of his tongue presses into you, breaking past the tight ring of muscle. your juices spread against the inside of his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. had he been any sloppier of a man, just your scent might have been enough to overwhelm him, but the need to pleasure you and do his duty as he should takes priority in his mind.

he thrusts his tongue slowly into you, making sure to drag the rough texture of the broad of it against your fluttering walls. you throw your head back as your walls clamp down on him, your insides twitching against the intrusion. heat shoots through you like a bullet, and it gnaws on every part of you from inside out. von lycaon has your body playing in the palm of his hand like a puppet, and you’re left at his mercy as he keeps you spread out for his perusal.

he swirls his tongue inside of you, pumping the muscle in and out, expertly imitating the motions of penetrative sex. he’s already reaching so deep inside of you, completely dominating your inner walls. it feels so good, and it’s so hot; your mind feels so hazy and cloudy as you try to make heads or tails of all the sensations flooding through you. hot flashes press against your stomach, your climax threatening to mount every part of you. 

“von lycaon!” you mewl out, toes curling as he repeatedly fucks his tongue into you. the wet sounds of him going down on you reverberate against your ears, and your gut coils in on itself. “ohhhhhhh fuck- fuck, you’re so deep inside me… fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

you shudder when he yanks his tongue out of you in one fell swoop, only to swirl it around your clit provocatively. despite how gentle and sympathetic he is in his mannerisms, the way he touches you is almost like he’s trying to tease you, like he finds some kind of twisted satisfaction in seeing the way you respond to him. he’s awfully perceptive, and his eyes narrow slightly as he looks up at you.

“such profanities…,” he breathes. your breathing stalls when his tongue laps at his lips. strands of your arousal coat his snout, and you can see his throat visibly bob as he swallows your wetness down. he hums again, the sound akin to that of a happy purr. “and in your sweet voice too. you’ll break my heart, my lady.”

his voice is hushed, deep, and it makes your stomach lurch with need. “‘m sorry- please, i can’t think… felt so good inside me, your tongue felt good inside me.”

“ah?” he nears you again. “would you mind indulging me for a second then? which do you prefer? when i do this-?”

-he leans close to your pussy, and you moan out his name as his tongue delves inside of you again. his tongue swirls around your insides, and he toys with your arousal. you’re practically leaking on his tongue, struggling against his tight grip on your thighs as you desperately buck your hips into his mouth. he’s stretching you out on his tongue again, fucking deep into you and leaving you breathless and crying out. 

just when you’re starting to get used to having him buried inside of you again, he pulls away from you with an affectionately wolf-like smile on his handsome face. “-or when i do this?”

you blink up numbly at him before he latches onto your clit. you grit your teeth together, clenching your jaw as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen nub. he keeps attacking your clit without a moment for you to regain your stream of consciousness, plunging you relentlessly into another cycle of heat and electricity clawing at your skin. your senses are working overtime to keep up with the way he stimulates your clit. his sharp teeth ghosts over your engorged bud, only to soothe it over with a sticky kiss and pressing it fully against the broad of his tongue.

there’s a second pulse building dangerously inside of your gut, the tightness welling up and feeling as if it’s going to suffocate you from the inside out. you’re really not going to last too long with him teasing you like this, alternating his technique as if he isn’t doing this just to watch you fall apart on his long tongue. he’s so attentive, so keen and sharp-witted, and everything he does is to ensure nothing but the utmost pleasure to you.

“i-i don’t know-,” you slur out, your brain hazing over. he hums against your cunt, alternating quickly between showering your clit with attention versus stretching you out on his tongue. it’s too much to keep up with, feeling him attacking your g-spot inside of you to torturing your sensitive bud, and you’re shaking under his touch. “von lycaon, i can’t take it- can’t take much more, it’s too much!”

“my, such an impatient lady… is it so wrong of me to want to take my time with you?” he swallows down more of your slick, sighing blissfully as if he can’t get enough of your taste. he really can’t, not when he’s enjoying the sight in front of him this much. a pristinely pretty girl, reduced to a thoughtless trembling mess, all because he decided to have a taste? all of this was more of a reward to the wolf than it was duty, but your pleasure always came before everything else.

“you’re edging me-,” you gasp out as if he’s hurting you. “you’re going to edge me.”

“and you’re going to take it for me. won’t you be good for me?” he’s messing with the pulsing inside of your stomach. every time your walls twitched just too much or your voice got too panicked, he’d slow his pace down, and you’d be left to helplessly bury your fingers into his fur and try to grind down more of your glistening cunt against his mouth. it’s unfair that he can do this to you without batting an eye, but you can’t do anything other than to cry out. 

your begging is such a delightfully melodic sound to the starved wolf, but it falls on deaf ears. he’s intent on making you feel good, but you’re going to have to abide by his rhythm.

“oh fuck- wanna cum- please- don’t tease me like this…!” you’re crying and squirming, and the whole thing just feels so good. you’re melting away like nothing under his touches, and your whole body’s being consumed and eaten from the inside out by the stiflingly hot pleasure. he expertly swirls his tongue against you the way you like it best only to pull away when you need it most, and the satisfied glimmer in his narrowed eyes tells you everything you need to know without a single word from him.

“tell me then,” he whispers after what feels like an eternity of being edged and brought to the brink, over and over again only to be met with crushing disappointment. your womb pulses almost painfully inside of you with how much your climax has been built up to be denied, empty and tight and so sensitive to even the smallest of touches from the wolf. he kisses your clit chastely, the touch sticky and so pure despite the absolutely obscenity before him. “who was it that took care of you tonight? who was it that held you so dearly and worshiped you? who was it that made you feel so good that you let go of all of your pride as a dear patron of victoria housekeeping?”

it’s shallow, he knows that, but the possessive part inside of him that loves seeing you reduced to this sniffling mess of skin and bones, captive to everything he has to give you, revels in your fall. your voice is so weak and hoarse, yet the desperation that drips from him only makes him want to push you until you break.

but no, von lycaon is a gentleman with a purpose. he’s kind, only if it means you’ll come crawling right back to him. maybe it’s like a master plan, but he likes to think of it as a form of love.

you blink through the tears clumping up at your waterline, hot and threatening to fall onto your unmarred face. you don’t need to be told twice: the firm edge to the wolf’s voice is enough to cling to. “it’s you- it’s always you! please, von lycaon, i can’t take this anymore…! let me cum, let me cum, please! you’re the only one that makes me feel good- you’re all i need-”

your senseless, sex-drunk babbling has his heart feeling warm. he likes it when you tug impatiently at the fur on his head, the gray hairs like in between against your knuckles. he thinks there isn’t a more perfect lady for him to serve, and he’s sure to come running at a moment’s notice if you need someone to quell your loneliness again. he’s a devoted servant, a compassionate gentleman, and an unforgiving lover.

“good, good,” he purrs, and you shudder when his tongue laps at your drenched and abused hole. “i had faith that you would remember, but i want to make sure you would never forget. after all, i am your dedicated personal attendant, aren’t i? i want nothing but the best for my lady, and that means being the one at your side closer than anyone else. surely you understand?”

“yes- yes, of course- all yours, von lycaon!” you nod feverishly. heat blooms in your core like a repeated strain, and you groan. he’s at it again, rubbing circles into your clit with his deft fingers and fucking you out on his tongue. your insides keep rubbing up against him, clamping down on the wet muscle as if they’re starved of any and all stimulation, dragging your poor battered body back to the precipice like you’re addicted fiend you can’t seem to get enough.  

it doesn’t take much for you to fall apart. you’re already so sensitive, wound up and ready for him like a pretty doll hidden inside of a music box, the perfect vision of ecstasy for von lycaon’s hungry eyes. you cum all over his mouth with a strangled cry, and his big fingers keep pressing and circling your clit. you’re not just cumming for him: you can feel something warm and wet gush from between your thighs, but all you can register is just how good it feels for the heat and the tightness in your stomach to finally, finally release.

you can’t fully form any coherent words, only broken sobs and cries. pleasure consumes you wholly, enveloping you like a starved monster. you’re only vaguely aware that you squirted all over his face because something feels different. your body feels lighter, happier, like there’s cotton stuffed in your ears and something akin to an otherworldly bliss makes your limbs feel like they’ve turned into dust. you’re melting away as von lycaon drinks up the sight of your fucked out face, obscured with mind-blowing pleasure all because of something he did. 

your thighs are drenched, and so is the lower half of his face. he eats up your juices like he had been without question this entire time, but knowing that he made you feel so good that you ended up squirting makes you taste different in his mouth. there’s a sticky sweetness that clings to the inside of his mouth, and while he might have had his fill for now, the wolf knows that he’s going to be craving that taste again very soon. your legs shake uncontrollably around his head, and you’re practically collapsed against the table. you look almost happy with your eyes glossed over and sweat beading like pearls on your forehead. 

it’s a job well done for him. he takes just a breath’s amount of time to admire his handiwork, just how easily he can make your body succumb to him with some practice and patience. it’s good knowledge, knowledge that he’s bound to keep tucked away somewhere deep inside of his heart.

but his task is far from over. he’s going to clean you up and wish you a good night before disappearing, the line between love and duty a thin but far one. if it’s any consolation to him though, he knows that you’ll call victoria housekeeping within a few weeks again, with that pitifully lonely tinge to your voice as you politely request him to come keep you company for a little while. and each time, he’s going to show up at your door with a disarmingly saccharine smile. it’s a song and dance that has no end, but if this is the best way for him to get closer to his beloved lady, then von lycaon can learn to enjoy it as much as you do.

you’re always the first to give in, and with time, the wolf is sure that’ll remain true in the long run.

HINATA SHOYO + BABYDOLLS

hinata shoyo is not a picky man. 

he’s a great boyfriend, someone who wants you to feel confident in your own skin and show off your own style. he always hypes you up no matter what you’re wearing, and the fact that he’s genuine about every compliment he gives you only adds to how much of a sweet lover he is.

but if there is one singular thing that he would get on his hands and knees to beg you to wear is nothing more than a babydoll lingerie dress.

something about them just has him going wild. it’s like he can’t think straight anymore, his usually quick brain fried into a horny hum of nothingness when he imagines you all dolled up in the sheer material. his rationale goes straight out the window and his cock takes the wheel, throbbing and aching and needing to get his hands all over your body as soon as possible.

maybe it’s how innocent it makes you look, the fabric flaring around your hips and covering the upper part of your thighs, leaving your bare legs to tease his imagination. maybe it’s how the upper half hugs your body so snugly, the thin cloth barely covering your tits and your nipples poking through if he stares hard enough. it’s really all in the balance, making your beauty shine while leaving just enough to have his imagination wandering. 

it’s almost embarrassing how often he’s jerked off to this fantasy. all of his characteristic sunny swagger is gone when he buys you your first dress and asks you to wear it, sounding more like a teenage boy about to lose his virginity rather than your energetic boyfriend. but it’s like a switch flips in his brain the very second you agree, and without a chance for you to reconsider, he throws you down in bed.

he shoves his face right in between your legs, and his mouth goes straight to where he’s been itching to be throughout this whole ordeal. the translucent material of your lingerie drapes over his head like a veil as he presses hungry kisses to your pussy. he swirls the broad of his tongue over your pulsing hole, loving the way you suck in a sharp breath and shudder. he’s going to make sure to do you right, to fuck you right, for indulging him so well.

“fuck- you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he laughs against your cunt, sounding like a man starved. he might as well be, with how messily he’s eating you out. he smacks his lips, the wet sound of your juices coating his tongue and lips echoing throughout your shared bedroom. “shit- you’re fucking perfect… my pretty girl, being so good for me.”

you unconsciously clench your thighs around his head when he sucks on your clit. heat shoots all throughout your belly, and you’re sure you’re going to ruin the sheets with how much your pussy’s leaking. he takes turns toying with your puffy clit and teasing the outline of your hole until you’re begging incoherently for him to just do something to you already. your pussy can’t take being teased like this.

“fuck me! please fuck me, shoyo-,” you’re almost sobbing, the hem of your babydoll scrunched up in shoyo’s hands as he grips at your thighs to keep them pried apart. it leaves your exposed cunt at his complete mercy, and even thinking about that fact on its own has your walls throbbing and clenching painfully on itself. “anything- your tongue, fingers, cock- anything! please- need you inside me so bad, sho…”

“don’t worry.” he presses a quick kiss to your clit, the shaky moan you reward with him like honey to his ears. “i’ll get there. but fuck… you look so pretty… i want to take my time with you.”

you’re sure he’s going to leave bruises on your thighs from how hard he’s gripping you, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh. but everything about him is so arousing, and you’re equally as drunk off of him as he is to you. shoyo thinks he’s died and gone to whatever version of heaven there might be. placebo effect be damned, he swears on his life that your pussy tastes so much sweeter whenever he eats you out while you’re wearing your dress.

“got yourself all pretty for me, didn’t you? you knew that i would like this, that i’d want to fuck you senseless after seeing you in it. was that your plan from the start?” hinata asks breathlessly. he swallows back more of your slick, and his cock keens inside of his pants, his tip sticky and swollen and wanting literally any form of attention. but he can push that aside for now. now, he wants to enjoy the sight laid out before him, of your already fucked out face and your body covered in the delicate lace and sheer fabric he’s dreamt of, legs spread out the way he likes it and pussy drooling for no one but him. 

knowing that you put this on for him, that you dressed up for him, that you wanted to look good for him makes his dick so hard that it hurts. he promises to himself that he’s going to buy out some poor lingerie store’s entire stock just to see you in different colors and materials, and he’s going to fuck your brains out in each and every single one of them until you’re sick of even the letter ‘b’ in babydoll. 

“gonna make you cum on my tongue, yeah? love making you fall apart on my mouth,” he breathes against your cunt. he chuckles when he can feel you clenching up around his tongue, flicking at your hole and making your toes curl. “gonna fuck you on my cock after that then, doll. that sound good to you? gonna make you cum and squirt so you know just how badly all of this gets to me.”

this is going to become a bad habit of his, more addictive than anything else he could imagine, only making his obsession with everything that has to do with you so much worse.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO + ANYTHING WITH WHITE LACE

as much as kageyama tobio hates to admit it, he undeniably has a bit of a romantic streak. his love for volleyball, his dedication to bettering himself, his constant search for the one that continues to challenge him to unseen heights: it all points to the unending ache in his heart that searches for someone to be by his side.

only a part of that desire gets quenched when he falls for you. you were his first, and he’s determined to make you his last. it’s only logical, in his mind, that seeing you in white is enough to awaken something like a sleeper agent inside of him. it makes you think of the day you’ll be decked from head to toe in a beautiful white dress and a lacy white veil, and he’ll stare at you as if he’s falling in love all over again, barely holding back his tears as he waits for you to meet him at the altar.

it’s not his fault that he wants to make that dream a reality so badly. you can feel the way kageyama stiffens and struggles to meet your eyes whenever you wear white around him, be it anything from a simple pajama t-shirt to something more formal. it drives him wild, and it makes him want to eat you up, to pin you down and drink up the sight of you in that pretty color, to let whatever restraint left inside of him go completely.

it takes him a surprisingly long time for him to actually bring the idea of lingerie to you. it becomes a bit of a guilty secret of his. he buys all sorts of pretty, lacy white bras, crotchless panties, and matching sets, only to get shy and hide it away in his closet. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but he wonders if he’s ramping things up too quickly, if his love might become smothering to you.

but if anything, you’re worse than he is. you’re more than happy to don whatever piece he sheepishly offers up to you, and seeing you baring yourself up to him in the lingerie he could only fantasize about makes his throat close up. blood rushes to his cock, hardening almost too quickly for him to process, and his dick feels like it’s about to explode. he whines when you press up against him and coo something sweetly towards him. your hands rub against the bulge in his pants as you press your clothed tits against his chest, his cock twitches painfully when he notices the way the lace trim moves with the plush flesh.

it’s bad. he begs you to ride him, to take his cock so he can see your entire body covered in the lacy material that mimics bridalwear so temptingly. he likes hooking his fingers around the waistline of your panties just to feel the lace ride against his skin.

“so pretty- looks so good on you-,” he slurs as you buck your hips. you grin down at him, loving how fucked out and pussy drunk he looks, the way he cries out whenever you slide down his length and let his cock breach your tight hole. “gonna cum just from staring at you… fuck, you’re so fucking tight…!”

“do you like how i look?” you reach for his wrists, and kageyama feels like he’s going to die when you glide his large, calloused palms over the curve of your hips. he gropes at your figure, moaning loudly when he can feel the white fabric moving underneath his knuckles. you smile down at him, and you make sure to bounce your tits in his face to give your boyfriend a good show. “you wanted me to wear this for you, didn’t you?”

he nods frantically. his balls are straining against your ass, and your pussy won’t quit clenching up around him. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t think you would take his thinly veiled fetish and turn it immediately against him. “you look good- look so, so good- wanna cum inside you…”

“yeah?” you repeat. you drag his hands up to your breasts, the white lace barely covering your hardened nipples. you groan his name when he touches you, his fingers pinching at your nipples and desperately squeezing at your tits. “you wanna cum inside of me while i’m wearing this? is that why you’re so hard right now? your cock’s so hard inside of me, tobio… feels so good when i ride it.”

he clenches his eyes shut at your praise, and satisfaction stirs deep inside of you when his cock twitches in your pussy. you speed up your pace a little bit, and his moans grow high-pitched, his hands gripping onto your chest to ground himself to no avail. heat blooms all over his body, and he can’t hold on much longer. your body feels too good. your pussy’s melting his dick, squeezing him into utter submission. knowing that you’re more than willing to let his lovesick fantasies play out makes him want to fuck his cock so deep and hard into you, to stuff his cum all up into your womb until it leaks out of you and drips down your thighs into a sticky mess.  

you click your tongue down at him. “eyes open, tobio. you’re the one that wanted to see me in this lingerie… don’t tell me that you’re chickening out now.”

“don’t- don’t tease me-,” he pants, the ragged edge in his voice has the arousal in your gut churning. he glares up at you, and the hunger and barely concealed restraint in his eyes are almost palpable. 

his hands drop from your chest down to your hips. he drags your hips up his swollen length and then forces you all the way down, snapping his hips up so that his whole, thick cock plows its way into you. red, hot electric pleasure shoots up your spine, and he manages to rip a strangled cry of his name out of you.

“is this what you wanted?” kageyama hisses. “i can play this game with you. don’t blame me if i end up knocking you up after all of this.” 

TSUKISHIMA KEI + MAID COSTUMES

despite his uptight, holier-than-thou attitude he displays at times, tsukishima kei can’t deny the simpler pleasures of seeing his pretty girlfriend dressed up in a frilly maid costume with a short, short skirt. he is just a man, at the end of the day, and something about coming home after a long shift at the museum to see you greet him in the cute costume with your hair and makeup all done for him makes his body flush. 

you’re so eager to shower him with attention, to help him unwind, to call him “sir” and “master kei” in that singsong voice of yours, and you prancing around in front of him and accidentally flashing him your dainty panties whenever the skirt bounces up too high is only the beginning.

part of him wants to shove the tiny skirt up to your waist and bending you over on the nearest surface to fuck you out on his cock, hearing you choke out his name just so he can shove his fingers into your mouth and scold you about not using the proper honorifics with him. another part of him wants to take his time with you, to feel you shudder as he slowly drags his lithe fingers up your thighs, unwrapping you like his own personal present, and making you suck him off while still fully dressed all so he can cum on your costume and hear you squeal about the mess he’s making. 

it’s not like he’s pressed for time now that he’s done with work. there’s no need to pick between the two equally tempting options when he can just do both with you.

“what a messy maid i’ve got here… you’re drooling all over me. can’t take it?” a big hand tugs at your hair, surprisingly gentle despite the harsh edge to his words. you’re struggling to fit more of tsukishima’s long cock into your mouth without using your hands, tied behind your back with a white bow that matches the rest of the decorations on your maid costume. 

you swallow around him. your mouth feels so full with his length, his girth already making you struggle to wrap your lips around him fully. you like it though, you like testing your limits like this, the warm tightness of your mouth and throat serving to pleasure tsukishima the best you can. after all, a maid’s job is to live for whatever her master wants, isn’t it?

you gag slightly on his dick when tsukishima tries to push you down a bit deeper. saliva dots the edges of your lips and coats his throbbing length. you mimic the motion of sex the best you can, bobbing your head up and down as much of him as you can possibly take. you flutter your eyelashes up at him sweetly, despite the fact that you’re blowing him off and looking more like a pornstar than you are a truly innocent maid. but it’s you, and that’s what matters more than anything else to tsukishima. 

“there’s a good girl…,” he coos down at you, and the loose smirk hanging off of his lips makes your pussy throb. it’s always hard to tell when he’s genuinely praising you versus when he’s only pretending to, but it turns you on so badly to know that he’s the one in control of everything. you slobber shamelessly around him as you daydream about how good it would feel to take his thick cock inside of your pussy. he would stretch you out so good, and just the thought of cumming and creaming on his dick makes you drool that much harder around him, like a dog to a bone.

he keeps twitching and pulsing inside of your mouth, and you know he’s close from how he’s gripping your hair and his low groans. you want it. you want him to cum inside of your mouth, and you want to swallow it all. but he has other plans in mind, and despite how expertly you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and moan at the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading all over the inside of your cheeks and in the back of your throat, tsukishima refuses to give you the satisfaction of the heady taste of his semen flooding your mouth. 

he yanks himself out of your mouth, and you whine, your throat and mouth deprived of him. you stick your tongue out, feeling like a kid with their toy stolen away, and you wiggle your hips unconsciously, arousal dripping from between your thighs and surely making a mess out of your thin panties. 

“ah, ah, not so quick,” the blond laughs down at you breathlessly. you watch with deprived and enchanted eyes as he finishes himself off, denying yourself even the pleasure of drinking his cum, and you let out a pathetic whimper when he cums on you instead. his hot cum burns your skin, hot and sticky and heavy, and it goes all over your face, your skimpily clothed chest, into your hair, and enough to flood your senses. 

you lick at your lips, the salty taste not quite enough to satisfy you completely. you need more, you want all of it inside your pussy, you’re not going to be happy with being teased and having your prize dangled in front of your eyes tantalizingly. tsukishima knows this, and he knows that a good maid should never get all needy in front of her master.

he grips your face as you try to wipe and collect his cum to lick off of your fingers. you look like a disaster, your costume now askew and his cum staining so much of your body. 

“did you actually think you deserve my cum, sweetheart?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly into a dark sneer. you barely suppress a shudder as his cock slowly hardens again, and it might just be your imagination but it looks thicker, longer, harder than it was mere minutes ago. he smiles mockingly at you as if he can detect your anticipation mixed with fear. “my messy maid… if you want it that badly, you’re going to have to work a little bit harder for it.”

KUROO TETSUROU + PLAYBOY BUNNY

kuroo tetsurou wasn’t always the silver-tongued, handsome man he is today. people always laugh when he recounts his younger days, especially when he was nothing more than a nerdy high schooler with horrible bedhead, an affinity for chemistry, and an incessant love for his school’s volleyball team. he doesn’t have too much trouble garnering attention nowadays, but there was a point in his life when all he had to quell his own confusing teenager hormones was a pile of trusty playboy magazines stashed discreetly underneath his bed. 

it makes his cheeks prickle with embarrassment to think too long about the scantily dressed women in all of the pictures and pin-ups, worn out after years of use, but he’d be lying if he said seeing the models dressed up in the signature bunny custom didn’t do something to his adolescent mind. even though it’s so lewd, there’s something classy about the way the costume accentuates the figure and leaves just enough covered for the imagination.

it’s no wonder that that became his first pick when the idea of dressing up for him came up. and god, the sight of you shyly approaching him in the same costume that became such a staple in his heart makes him want to eat you up whole. nothing you do can cover yourself from his hawk-like eyes, and seeing you squirm and trying to hide under your hands or arms makes him want to turn you into a mess where you can’t hide any part of yourself from him.

“mmm… it fits you perfectly, doll,” a low voice rasps from behind you. kuroo’s thick thighs make the perfect seat for you, and your stomach does a flip when you can feel the tent in his pants rubbing up against your ass. the leather of the costume’s main piece does wonders to your body. they push up your tits perfectly, and that coupled with a pair of sensual black stockings, red bottom heels (which kuroo generously paid for which earned him a long lecture from you after you saw the price tag), and the cutest little bunny tail on your ass makes you the vision of a wet dream come true. 

he grips your hips, big hands feeling up the curves of your waist and ass. he rocks you back and forth on his bulge, and you’re rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep in his throat when he feels the electric sparks of having his favorite girl grinding against his erection. you pick up the rhythm, rocking your hips against him, the act so desperate and so carnal despite the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“you have- hah- no fucking clue how long i’ve imagined you like this-,” kuroo chuckles. his big palms go from your waist up to your chest, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his calloused fingers hover over your tits. goosebumps dot your skin as he starts to slowly grope your chest, earning you yet another provocative moan from him when he keeps rutting into the soft flesh of your ass.

you bite down on your bottom lip, grinding down on him to stimulate your clit. it feels good, the dull blooms of pleasure doing wonders for the heat creeping all over your body. the idea of cumming untouched like this makes your head spin, and you want it more than anything else. you want your hole to become a leaking, cock-hungry mess all from dressing up in a lewd bunny costume for kuroo and from humping into each other like animals in heat. you know it’s going to make being fucked out his cock eventually feel that much better. 

“please, tetsu-,” you whine, your nails digging into his forearms. your voice is high strung and strained, whiny and girly just the way he likes it best. “wanna cum- wanna cum for you… you feel so big already… wanna take your cock inside me too…!”

“yeah? you want that too? keep talking like that, and i’ll fucking lose it for real…,” he grunts. you yelp when he bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth marking up your unmarked skin and the sudden sting has your cunt clenching up painfully. the thrums of arousal thrashing in your core are all your mind can grip onto, and the shape of kuroo’s cock straining against his pants and grinding into your swollen clit makes your whole body feel weak.

you’re glad kuroo’s enjoying this so much, that he can prop your body up the way he wants you to. he’s so strong even in the midst of this sex-induced haze, and knowing that he has nothing but this kind of insane desire for you makes you feel almost giddy. it’s nice; it’s powerful to know that you have this effect on him. 

“gonna cum for me, bunny? while you’re all dressed up and pretty in my lap?” kuroo laughs. you nod, the faux ears atop your head threatening to go askew. his hands massage at your chest, every part of your body egging him on constantly. he kisses over the bite marks he left on you, the switch between loving appreciation and starved lust telling you everything you need to know about how this whole thing with him is going to end.

it’s a no-brainer that he thinks you look absolutely ravishing in his favorite outfit, but he swears that the costume is gonna look even better when it’s all crumpled on the floor, your naked body bared all for him. you’re going to look so cute, so innocent, and so adorable bouncing in his lap as he pinches your nipples from behind, that teasing tone of his pushing you towards an unending series of orgasms. kuroo can’t wait to feel you fall apart in his arms, to feel your helpless pussy fucked out on his cock. 

“that’s my girl,” he praises you, voice hushed and sultry. “my pretty, obedient bunny. cum all you want. gonna make sure that’s all you do for the next little while…”