#x.f!reader

“hurry up” he’s getting impatient, pushing his hips up to press the bulge against your ass while you’re pressing kisses all over his torso. You only hum, looking up and climbing up to his face. Your lips land on his neck while your hands, along with his, remove the shirt from him completely. He holds the back of your neck to guide you to his lips, goosebumps rising on his skin, making you smile. His body was always so quick to react to your touch.

You let him take the lead for a moment longer, your fingers trailing over his chest and moaning in appreciation. His skin is smooth, the smallest definition of muscle under your fingers. His office job left him more static compared to his athletic youth, but he still kept up enough exercise to stay lean and strong. Not that it ever mattered to you, his health and well-being was always your priority. And getting justice, in this case.

Shuffling down, you flash him another smile and seat yourself on his thighs, your nails running down his tensing stomach and running a feather light finger just over the top of the pants, glancing up when you feel him twitch.

“come on already” he huffs, reaching down to grab your wrist. You swat his hand away, quickly undoing the belt buckle and button, pulling down the zipper. One of your hands are pressed to his hip, keeping him in place while the other moves under his briefs and pulls out his cock.

It’s flushed a dark pink, precum leaking from the tip. He’s nearly throbbing your hold, veins protruding from the shaft and you take a moment to trace over the biggest one, running from the base and nearly moving around the girth until stopping at the head. Gripping him firmly at the base, your other hand presses down on the slit, spreading the pooling precum around the spongey head, making him hiss. He’s always been so sensitive on the tip; you’ll never forget the first time you gave him head and he came as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip.

For now, though, you spit on your palm and start stroking him, smiling when his eyes fall close and hands return to behind his head. Deciding to take it easy on the first round, you simply let your free hand roam his torso while humming praise falls from your lips.

“such a pretty cock, so so big” you gasp, trying to maintain the submissive façade until it’s too late for him to stop you.

“yeah? It’s all yours” he chuckles, basking in the praise and attention, thanking all the stars in the sky for making this happen. Work hadn’t necessarily been stressful or tiring, but he missed your touch all day and now he was finally getting it. Of course, he was going to enjoy it. Breathy moans and sighs fall freely from his parted lips, his thighs slowly tensing and relaxing under you. He quickly gets louder, breathing speeding up along with your steady pumping. “fuck- I’m close” he manages to grunt out, eyebrows pinching together while he gets louder. He stars squirming slightly, gripping his hair and groaning, he can nearly taste his orgasm.

That’s when you pull away. You drop his cock, smirking and quickly leans over his body to grip his arms, pinning them behind his head. His eyes shoot open, confusion and frustration swirling in them while he struggles in your hold. You simply coo at him, faking a pout and planting all your weight down on him.

“I never said you can cum, pretty boy” you grin, gently kissing his neck until he stops squirming, frustrated huffs leaving him. “so, this is what’s going to happen. I’m gonna play, and you’re not gonna cum until I say you can, okay? No struggling either or you’re taking care of it yourself.” You mumble against his neck, nipping at the skin before pulling back up. “got it?”

“g-got it.” He grunts, shivering when you let go of his arms and pull back, returning your hands to his leaking cock. It’s gotten harder, precum leaking out steadily and smearing against his lower stomach. Licking your lips, you lean down while watching his face for reactions. Your tongue peaks out, prodding at the tip and dipping down into the slit. He immediately tenses up, groaning and tugging his hair. “f-foul play” he stammers, making you smile. Your lips wrap around the tip, suckling softly while your hands tug on his cock, twisting them ever so slightly. He quickly tenses up again, groans getting louder and louder until his stomach and thighs flex. You let go of him once more, reaching up to press on his arms again, giggling when he thrashes under you.

“aw, that was a faster one, baby!” you coo, rubbing his arms with your thumbs, trying to help him calm down.

“yeah, because you pulled that shit, you know how- fuck- sensitive I am” he scowls, glaring up at you and trying once more to sit up.

“mmhm! You should just surrender now, I’m not gonna go easier on you~” you flick his nose, scraping your nails down his chest and stomach when you move back down to his cock. Your gentle fingers prod at the tip and veins, admiring the nearly purple flush covering the head. “it’s so pretty, would be a shame if you get to cum too soon”

He opens his mouth to speak, getting cut off by a loud moan when you take him in your mouth again. Slowly bobbing your head, you meet his eyes for a moment before he snaps them shut, throwing his head back and groaning loudly. He’s already being quite submissive, not even trying to move his hands from behind his head, despite it all. It makes you smile, or at least attempt it. Taking your mouth off his cock, you lick up some of the spit sitting on the head and pump him quickly, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen you got while taking him down your throat.

“I-I’m close, fuck, please-“ you hum for a moment at his words, pretending to think while leaning down, opening your mouth as if to take him in again. He tenses up, squirming and panting, soft pleas passing his wet lips. You let your hot breath fan over the head for a moment before letting go of him, gripping his arms when you notice them twitching.

“good boy, tetsu” your voice is soft, kissing his neck and chest carefully when you feel him shaking, broken sobs escaping him. “aaw baby, why are you crying?” your hands cup his face, brushing away the tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“feels too- too good! P-please, just want to cum..” he cries, daring to take his hands from under his head to grab your arms, pleading with his eyes and wobbling chin. You only coo, pressing a kiss to his spit-covered lips.

“okay baby boy, I’ll make you cum.” You rub his cheek gently, letting go to put his hands back behind his head. Kissing down his chest, you reach his cock again and pushes the tip into your mouth again, sucking harshly and bobbing your head at a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before he tenses up yet again, broken sobs, moans and hiccups making his body shake. He knows you’re going to let him cum this time, but he can’t help but to worry that you might just pull away again.

You don’t. feeling his cock twitch, you give him a few more bobs before stopping at his head and sucking on it, your hands jerking him off eagerly. Watching him, it makes you shiver. His eyes are closed again, eyebrows pinched together while his lower lip and chin wobble beautifully, tears streaming down his face. His hips jump up and he groans loudly when his orgasm finally hits him. His hot and sticky cum fills your mouth, the tiniest bit seeping from the corners of your mouth and down his cock, joining your hands while you milk him dry. When his whines get louder you let go, swallowing the thick liquid in your mouth and climbing up to his side, curling up at his side and pulling his head down for a kiss.

He falls asleep soon after that, soft snores filling the room along with your pleased sighs and your gentle fingers tracing his chest.

It was a beautiful sight, your sweet boyfriend on his knees, ass up and face down, waiting for your touch. Whines and whimpers left his lips in a steady stream, needy wiggles of his hips in your face.

“calm down.” you landed a slap on his ass, bringing his movements to a halt. Popping the cap of the lube, you placed a thick glob of it on your index and middle finger, spreading it out and warming it up with your thumb. Placing another glob on his hole, you smeared it over the skin. “ready?”

Oikawa was nearly vibrating with anticipation. Barely containing his excitement and need, he nodded furiously and pushed his hips back against your fingers. He gasped loudly when a finger slowly pressed in, burying his face in the sheets and trying to push back further.

“stay still.” you commanded, pushing more of the finger in, knowing he can take it. You thrust it carefully, slowly stretching the muscle out, eventually pushing in a second finger and grinning with his loud groan. “feeling good?” he could only moan and nod, your fingers thrusting slightly faster. You pushed in your fingers as far as they’d go, searching for his prostate, grinning when his head shot up. Jackpot.

-

“oh my fuck- please!” rubbing his prostate while tugging on his cock was probably cruel, but the way the high whines passed from his lips were too addicting. “I’m gonna cum, babyyy babybabybaby I’m cumming-!” hot and sticky cum shot from his cock, falling and staining the sheets in ropes. You only slowed down for a moment, soon picking up the pace again and fucking him harder on your fingers, choked out moans and gasps falling loudly from his lips.

His second orgasm came faster, already sensitive and on edge from the first. It was more of a slow dribble than a shooting of cum, but the sensation was just as aggressive as the first, nearly knocking him off his knees. You smiled, pulling your fingers out and patting his cheek.

“alright, think you’re ready for the strap now.” You could see his body tense up, head whipping back to watch you put on the strap and coating it in lube. Getting conflicted, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be needier or asking you to stop. He quickly chose the former, watching your smile as you returned to the bed and gripped his hips. He pushed his hips back slightly, gasping when the strap slapped down on his ass. You had already lubed it up, gripping the base and tilting the tip down to press against his puckering hole. “you ready for me?”

“please! Please, please, want it” his eyes glossed over, he breathed heavily and gripped the sheets under him. Burying his face in the fabric, he groaned loudly when you slowly started to push in. “oooooh fuck- fuck” he’s babbling, whining as you push in deeper and deeper, squirming when your hips touch his.

“look at that baby, so full for me. How does it feel?” you smirk, knowing that his mind should be going fuzzy by now, the overstimulation from the previous orgasms already having him on edge, and the pressure of being stuffed full hopefully sending him over the edge into full submission.

“it’s- ‘s so so good- good- please” oikawa is barely coherent by now, broken words slurring together while his body slumps down, hips only staying up from your bruising tight grip on them. High-pitched and pretty whines leave his parted lips, muffled by the bed as you roll your hips slowly against his, pushing up against his prostate. Before he knows it, he cums again. It’s not the usual burst of blinding light, instead his whole body shakes, like a punch to his gut while his cock twitches and jumps painfully. “p-please I can’t- can’t cum anymore! Pleasepleaseplease no more”

You stop your movements for a moment, hips flush against his while your hand smooths down his back. It’s soothing, his tense muscles relax under your fingers. All until you grip his hair tightly, yanking his face up from the bed, a loud squeak escaping his lips. You pull him up, placing your lips against his ear.

“I decide when it’s enough. And you’re not done yet.” Your voice is low, free hand moving off his hip to his sensitive cock, wrapping your fingers around it and smiling when he whines and squirms. “what do you say, tooru?”

“t-thank you” he barely sobbed out, tears streaming down his face.

“good boy. Now give me one more.”

“mmh no reason~” you smirked, “give me a twirl, yeah?”

Atsumu sighed, cursing at himself for making this promise. But he twirled around, the skirt flying up a little, his soft cock peeking out. You hummed, standing up and walking over to him, placing your hands on his chest.

“so pretty” you whispered, hands moving down to his bare waist. For a second, you thought you saw your boyfriend blushing before he turned around, moving back to the bathroom. “wait! Hold on, come here…” you grabbed his wrist and turned him around, gasping when you saw his burning red face.

“stoooop” he whined, trying to move away from your hands now cupping his cheeks. Your nearly 6’2, professional volleyball player boyfriend was blushing. He wiggled, pouting and avoiding your eyes, huffing in frustration and blushing harder at how intensely you were looking at him. “’s embarrassing”

“but you look so cute, I don’t think I’ve seen you blush before!” you giggled, cooing softly when he once again tried to break free from your hands. “you’re so handsome baby, so pretty all dressed up for me” the deep blush on his face only grew darker, something poking your lower stomach. You look down, smirking when you notice the front of the skirt being lifted. Looking up again, you raise one of your eyebrows, the smirk plastered on your face.

“shut up” his voice was small, whimpering and shying away, hunching his shoulders to make himself smaller. Your prying hands moved down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock and stroking him over the fabric of the skirt. Mewls and moans passed from his slightly parted lips, his shoulders shaking. You moved your hand off him, grabbing his wrist and bringing him to the bed, sitting him down. The skirt just barely covered his cock, a slight wet spot forming on the fabric from his pre-cum.

Straddling his lap, you stroked him some more over the skirt, staring down at the way it moved. His cock twitched under your touch, gasps and pleads spilling out of him, his hands holding your waist tightly. Atsumu still had his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The blush was growing, slowly moving down his neck towards his chest. Your lips met the burning skin, sucking hard marks on his neck.

-

“o-oh! Ah- please!” you never realized just how vocal your boyfriend could be in bed, but riding him like this, with him wearing such pretty clothes, you’re taking notice. He’s barely keeping it together, it felt so filthy. The skirt was barely flipped up, exposing his hard and leaking cock. Hickeys littered his neck, sweat dripping from his body and the pressure from your hands on his chest was nearly enough for him to pass out. It was dizzying, your slick walls enveloping his cock in warmth and friction, he was a mess. Babbling noises of appreciation and pleasure poured from his mouth, squealing when you clenched around him. “fuck, I- please!”

“please what?” you grinned, sweat running down your face from the strain of bouncing on him. You could see the way his eyes had glossed over, rolling back in his head as another loud groan left him. It was addicting, the eyeliner smudged from his tears and the way he kept bringing his hands and arms over his face. You always pulled them off, demanding to see his face when he falls apart under you. Asking him a question in this state was probably cruel, knowing from experience how hard it can be to find the words when your brain is turned into mush from the pleasure. However, it was something he always did to you, so it was time for payback.

“I-! shit, fuck! Cum! Gotta- please!” he babbled out, a string of loose words being thrown out, some distant part in his brain hoping that you understand what he was trying to say.

“hm? Pretty boy wanna cum? Beg some more, then you can cum.” He nearly screamed at your words, stumbling over his own trying to get out as much begging as possible.

“please! Pleasepleaseplease fuck, I- fuck, please! Please, please let me cum, please let me fill- fill your pussy with, fuck, with my cum! Pleaseee!” his body was shaking, stomach tensing desperately and his cock twitching deep inside you. You only hummed out in approval, and he lost it. His hands flew up to his hair, tugging on it and moaning loudly. His body curled up, nearly knocking you off his cock with the force of his knees hitting your back. You could feel him spilling inside, stomach filling deliciously with the warm, heavy feeling of his cum.

Atsumu was still shaking when you moved off his lap. Breathy gasps passed from his parted lips, hands reaching out to pull you to his chest. He whined when your weight landed on him, a choked sob leaving him and his hands clawed at your back, wanting you impossibly closer.

“you okay?” you smirked, kissing his clothed chest.

-

His lips were hot and wet, getting puffier with each bruising kiss. Hot breaths fanning over your lips and cheeks when he pulled away, gripping your thighs tighter and urging you to grind against him. Rolling your clothed pussy against the bulge in his boxers made him groan, leaning in to suck harshly on your neck. Soft moans fell from your lips, grinding down harder and your hands moving to grab his wrists, pulling them off and behind his head. His muscles flexed, head falling back to look at you through hooded eyes. A smirk danced on your lips, watching his strong body going pliant under you.

“you’re so pretty, haji” you purr, smiling at the blush covering his cheeks. “gonna let me take care of you?”

“..no” he hesitates, eyes flickering to yours and he shifts anxiously under you, waiting for his courage to build up again. “no.”

Truth is, iwaizumi was never against you domming him. It made him excited. too excited. It was embarrassing, the way his cock twitched and jumped in his boxers when your low and seductive voice promised to make him feel good. He couldn’t let you know how badly he wanted it. So instead, he always flipped the script, easily moving you around and onto your back, growling until you submit.

He was gearing up to do just that, glancing around to see where he could throw your body this time and how quickly he could get on top of you. Unfortunately for him, you’d started to see his pattern. His arms tensing up and jaw clenched, you took one hand off his wrists and gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“you’re not flipping me over.” Your eyes were dark, staring intensely into his and he felt himself cower, gulping with the new presence of confidence practically glowing around you. “not unless you tell me why you won’t let me dom you. I can feel you relaxing when I take control.”

“I-I.. I don’t know.” His voice was small, meek and shy. Eyes darting away from yours, he began chewing on his lower lip while his face heated up in embarrassment. “I’m.. I’m your daddy… supposed to make you feel good… not the other way around” he finally stammered out, still avoiding your eyes and shame burning in his chest when you started cooing and petting his cheek.

“aw, you’re still my daddy though” you coo, leaning in and biting down gently on his earlobe. “let me take care of you, daddy”

Iwaizumi shivers under you, groaning loudly and his eyes roll back in his head. It makes you smile, placing small kisses to his neck before getting up, pushing on his chest to make him fall back on the bed. Confusion covers his features, until you bring out the box of toys. He shifts on the bed, anxious and excited at the same time. Turning around to face him, you hold up the thick red rope he bought a few months ago.

-

He’s now fully naked, bright red rope running across his chest and arms, tying him to the headboard. Your hands move carefully over his lower stomach, trailing down to his thick and muscular thighs. Bringing up another piece of rope, you start looping it around one of his thighs, tying knots and making a pattern. The only sound in the room is his heavy breathing and the sound of the rope moving around. Sitting between his legs gave you the perfect view of his heavy cock, standing up tall and proud, precum drooling out and dripping down the shaft. It made your mouth water, swallowing saliva and the desire to take him in your mouth. Returning your focus to the rope, your hands moved further down his leg, making a knot right above his knee and one right below it, making sure to not apply pressure on the joint.

Making a few more loops and knots down his calf and ankle, you move off the bed to attach the end of the rope to the leg of the bedframe. Climbing back up, you give his other leg the same treatment and stand up when you’re finished, watching his tied-up body with a smile. He nearly lets a whine pass from deep in his throat, his muscles going taut while he struggles in the binds.

“look so handsome, daddy! Knew you could be a good little sub for me” you tease, walking to the bed again and pressing a hand down on his stomach, feeling the muscles ripple and move under your fingertips.

“please-“ he choked out, trying to move his hips somewhere, anywhere, searching for any form of stimulation. His body was burning hot from the delicious feeling of the rough rope against his skin, the way you had been so focused while tying him up, and the condescending tone that laced over your words.

“hm? Want something? Use your big boy words for me.” It made him whine, cock jumping violently, and embarrassment washed over his body when you giggled.

“fuck! P-please, fuck me” the muscles in his arms bulged with the strain of trying to break free. Cursing himself mentally for getting such high-quality rope, he tried to relax.

“good boy, daddy” you grinned, climbing up in his lap and reaching your hand behind you to grab his cock. It made him groan, his neglected cock being more sensitive than usual, and he let out another whimper when the head prodded against your sopping wet hole. Sinking down, a soft moan passed from your lips, matched with a smile when iwaizumi snapped his eyes shut. “daddy. Look at me.”

Opening his eyes slowly, he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Your back arched, hands placed on his thighs behind you, clearly showing him the way your pussy swallowed up his cock. Slick was running down the base, pooling and clinging to his curly pubes. Bringing your knees up, you slowly started rocking back and forth, grinding tightly against his pelvis and smiling sweetly at his deep moans.

“god- fuck- princess” he grunts, thighs flexing and twitching under your hold.

“yes daddy?” your voice is sickly sweet, mischievous eyes meeting his and making him shiver.

“p-please, more, faster” he tugs on the restrains on his arms, groaning loudly when they don’t give in.

It’s a delicious sight, watching your strong, buff boyfriend try to break free. The rope wasn’t tight enough to cut off any blood flow, but the material was slightly rough, enough to leave red marks and bruises. You had your moments of worry, thinking that he would actually break free. But the bedframe is metal, and the rope is thick. He’s not getting out of there. It was heavenly, watching his gorgeous tan skin contrast with the stark red of the rope, strong muscles flexing and forcing the binds to shift ever so slightly.

With a hum, you lean over his torso and put your hands around his throat. Not squeezing, only using him as leverage to start fucking yourself down on him harder.

“daddy’s cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? Silly little daddy, thinking he would be in charge.” You tilt your head up ever so slightly, eyes glued to his, only darting down to watch his spit-covered lips gasp out moans. “daddy can only cum after I do.”

Iwaizumi nods furiously, eyes fluttering closed with the pleasure of your tight walls finally fucking him in the way he’d been begging for. Hot and breathy moans leave him, mouth fallen open. An idea sparks in your mind. One of your hands move off his throat and your thumb presses down on his bottom row of teeth. His eyes shoot open before nearly closing again, bliss covering his features. He’s so trusting, so pliant under your fingers, it makes your heart swell.

“so pretty” you hum, gathering spit in your mouth before leaning over his mouth and letting it fall into his open mouth. You feel him tense for a moment, quickly relaxing again and swallowing when you let go of his face.

“thank you” he slurs, his eyes glossed over. He’s stopped straining, you note. Finally.

“good boy, you’re welcome daddy” letting go of his throat, you place your hands on his chest and start bouncing harder on his cock, ready to chase your orgasm. He squirms slightly under you, trying to meet your thrusts, whining when you pinch one of his nipples to get him to stop.

His head is thrown to the side, drool seeping out from the side of his mouth along with his deep moans and whines. You can feel his cock jump and throb inside of you, his breathing getting quicker and thighs shaking ever so slightly.

“baby- baby I’m close” he stammers, barely getting the words out between moans, his hips shifting under you.

“mmh I know daddy, but you have to wait. I cum first, remember?” digging your nails in his chest and scraping them down makes him hiss, throwing his head back and exhaling shakily, nodding while biting his bottom lip. “good daddy.”

Your hips move faster, slamming yourself down on him with breathy moans, one of your hands leaving his chest to rub your clit. Breathing hitching, you finally focus on your own body and realize just how close you are. Closing your eyes, you drift away and let iwaizumis moans become background noise for the tightness growing in your stomach, ready to snap. Climbing higher and higher, until the dam finally breaks, and you bend over his body, shaking and breathing heavily, clenching down on his cock.

He watches the whole ordeal go down. His mind is still fuzzy, spinning from nearly being used as a toy. He’s living off it. Breathing heavily alongside you, he feels the sporadic clenching until you cum. He nearly finishes on the spot as well, upper body trying to get off the bed, to touch your shaking body, only to be stopped by the rope. Frustration bubbles up inside him until he chokes out a sob, left helpless to simply watch you get off. It’s infuriating and arousing in the same breath.

His sob snaps you out of the haze of your orgasm. Lifting your head to watch his face, his eyes are pleading desperately, and his arms are back to tensing up, trying to break free of the rope.

“sshh, it’s okay daddy, I’ll make you cum” you hush him carefully, smoothing your hands over his chest, playing gently with his nipples until they’re hard. Rocking back slightly, his cock jumps back to life and he groans loudly.

“c-can I cum? Please- please, wanna cum” his voice is weak, mumbling and cut off by moans. Humming in confirmation, his head tosses back and one final loud groan rips from his throat as his cock jumps and twitch painfully, spurting out cum.

“that’s it, good daddy” you coo, clenching and rocking back on him to milk his cock dry. It fills you up, deep and warm, making you shiver. It’s only when he hisses from oversensitivity that you get off him, kissing his chest quickly before untying the ropes.

Once all the rope is gone and put away, you hurry off to the bathroom to get some lotion. Returning, you help iwaizumi to sit up, massaging the lotion into the marks the rope left.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” you sigh once the marks are all taken care of, snuggling up to his side and playing with his hair, massaging the scalp.

“mmhmm” he barely gets the hum out, his eyes closed and breathing getting steadier, falling asleep before you know it.

-

“fuck! Mommy- please!” he wasn’t hard to break. Sure, you had to bribe him a little with the promise of head every day for three weeks, but the way his hands gripped the bedsheets and how his hips moved whenever you pulled away, proved it all worth it. Convincing him to go wash his ass wasn’t easy either, he only huffed about how “you better give me the orgasm of my life” as he walked to the bathroom. His resistance only made it more pleasurable for you to watch his cock twitch when your tongue ran over his puckering hole, ass spread open by your hands. His skin was glistening, wet from your spit and flushed red. His body was on fire, desperately moving his hips to feel more, deeper, harder.

“please what?” you teased, pulling away from his ass and laughing when a long whine escaped him. Caressing the fat of his ass, running your hands down his thighs and squeezing the trembling muscles there, you smiled and waited patiently for him to speak again.

“hmph” he grunted, wiggling his hips back and blushing, avoiding speaking. He shook his head, hiding his face in the sheets on the bed. He didn’t hide for long though, head shooting up again as you spanked his ass hard, urging him to speak up. “fuck! God, fuck… mommy… please make me cum…” he could only mumble, words muffled by the bed.

“good boy~” your tongue returned to lap at his rim, pushing in the tip slightly and thrusting it, a wet squelching filling the room. High and breathy whines and cries left Issei, something so incredibly uncharacteristic that you knew that no one would believe you if you told them. Soft curses and grunts went muffled in the sheets when your hand touched his hard and aching cock, reaching between his legs to poke at the red and sensitive head.

“shit! Aah fuck, please! Please make me cum, hurts!” he sobbed out, making you smile, quickly wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it, still thrusting and licking his hole. His thighs shook, hips moving desperately to get closer to your tongue and hand at the same time. You eventually stopped moving, letting him fuck himself on your tongue and hand, your other hand rubbing his shaking legs. A deep, long groan fell from his parted lips as he came. Hot and thick cum shooting up his torso and down on the sheets, droplets clinging to your hand as you kept pumping him, milking him of all the cum he had in him. “nngh! Please, please I can’t…” his voice was small, whimpering and moving to flop down on his side. You let him, taking your tongue out of his ass and letting go of his softening cock.

You laid down next to him, curling up behind him and slinging your arm over his waist, pulling him close to your chest. You could hear him grunt, moving uncomfortably in your hold and moving your arm off of him. He turned around, facing you and scowling.

“just because you ate my ass doesn’t mean you’re suddenly the dom here” he grunted, pushing you over so your back was facing him, his arms pulling you to his chest. “and if you tell anyone about this, I’ll end you.”

kiyoko

she waits until you’re fucked out, crying from overstimulation and squirming. her mouth and chin glistening from your slick and cum, smiling up at you sweetly while her hands rub your inner thighs. she’ll murmur about how “are you sure you’re done?” while her wet lips run over your soft skin, nipping at it between careful teeth. she loves to smear the wetness on your skin and then cover the area with her mouth, sucking the fat in her mouth and licking up the slick. she’s a big fan of the small marks, the ones that look like you might’ve just hit yourself on something, obsessed with how shy you get over them.

bokuto

does it to pace himself. if he could, he would spend the rest of his days laying between your legs, licking away at your pretty pussy and making you cum over and over again. he does it for his own pleasure as well, humping the bed and moaning along with you when you cum on his tongue. so he takes breaks between your orgasms, growling and nearly biting down on your inner thighs, sucking big and bruising marks all over your skin. to be fair, he finds this pleasurable as well, being able to run his tongue over your smooth and soft skin while your hands lay in his hair, soft hisses and sighs passing from your lips.

hinata

started as a thing he did while cuddling, his head against your lower stomach and humming happily at your fingers massaging his scalp. he didn’t think anything of it, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh. but the skin is so soft, so plush and welcoming, he quickly peppered more on the skin and before you know it, he’s sucking dark, purple marks on your thighs. it’s 50/50 on wether or not it turns sexual. sometimes he just wants something in his mouth, or to mark his territory. it’ll often rile you both up, however. the soft fat of your thighs, his lips traveling higher and higher until he’s pressing his face between your legs fully, groaning loudly.

osamu

a way to help himself come down from his orgasm. he’ll often cum inside you, pulling out and pushing your legs to give him room to watch as the cum seeps out of your cunt. groaning, his fingers push the leaking cum inside again, fucking you lazily while his lips press kisses to your inner thighs, nipping and sucking softly. similar to kiyoko, he mainly does small bite marks and hickeys, his cum sitting inside your pretty pussy is more than enough to prove that you belong to him.

terushima