infodumping spencer you are. so special to me
ex!Suna Rintarou x Reader
mt list
ITS MSBY NOT MYSB SORRY WAS VERY SLEEP DEPRIVED!
also i didn’t say this before but y/n has suna blocked everywhere, including roblox and spotify and GMAIL LMAOO
sakusa, suna, atsumu and osamu are roomates
suna used to hate tsukishima because of how close he was to yn
like he would get really jealous and insecure
like suna was sure tsukishima and yn were in love with each other and it was only a matter of time for them to realize it and for yn to leave him
i do not blame him, remember they even call each other platonic soulmates? well he thought the platonic part was temporary
suna and tsukishima are chill now, hes even yns only friend to follow suna on his priv
this is because ever since the break up tsukishima was the only one willing to hear suna out and turns out hes not as bad when youre not competing against him
but that doesn’t mean suna’s heart doesn’t sting a bit every time he hears the names y/n and tsukishima together
yn hates suna and suna hates yn but she was the love of his life
suna follows y/ns main acc in his priv (secretly y/n follows rins main acc on her priv as well)
if yall didnt notice suna has yns merch site on his priv:(
PRONOUNCED - alex·i·thy·mia | /əˌleksəˈTHīmēə/ DEFINITION - the inability to identify and express or describe one's feelings.
PAIRING - Tsukishima Kei x Reader WC - 7.5K (oops) GENRE - Smut, Angst, Fluff CW - oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, im insane?
PREV PART | MASTERLIST
The three days that you had to wait until the party felt like they took forever.
It was three days of avoiding telling Aiko and your other friends where the hickeys and the bruises came from. Three days of trying not to give a snarky reply whenever Tsukishima spoke - and missing the drop in his features whenever you neglected it.
Three days of leaving your shared classes just before the bell rang so that he didn't have the chance to catch you in the halls.
Now, however, you were both trapped in Aiko's house with the rest of the team and selected other close friends. You knew this house like the back of your hand and if you really tried, you could completely avoid him and every other person in this house all night.
But then, if you were going to do that, you might as well have not come. Aiko would have had your head for that. So instead, you chose to do something that you knew would piss Tsukishima off. You latched yourself onto someone that he hated.
Kageyama Tobio.
You had spent all night flirting with Tobio and it honestly, had you feeling mentally drained. He was cute, you wouldn't deny how absolutely adorable he was and how easily he flustered made you laugh. But he was also so so oblivious.
Oblivious to the batting of your eyelashes as you looked up at him. Oblivious to the soft touches on his arm while you over-exaggerated laughs.
You'd been at it for nearly an hour now, overdoing your flirting with Kageyama without so much as a glance towards Tsukishima. You really didn't have to look to know he was watching.
You could feel it. His eyes, drilling into your back, golden as the sun and burning just as hot. All it would take was a bump to send him over the edge you'd brought him to. You just couldn't seem to press the right button yet. A bump. A bump was all you needed.
A bump was what you got. Straight to the back from someone you didn't see as they passed behind you.
You lost your balance easily, the alcohol aiding in your unsteady legs as you felt yourself start to fall. Tobio was just as quick in catching you. His arm wrapped around your waist at lightning speed, pulling your body into his.
At that moment, you'd forgotten all about what you had been trying to do to Tsukishima. Your hand, the one not holding on to your drink, braced itself on Tobio's chest.
"Are you okay?" His voice came in a whisper, compared to the half-shouting you'd been communicating at to be heard over the music previously. It made you realize just how close you two were.
You swallowed hard as you felt his chest vibrate under your hand while he spoke, his defined muscles pressing into your skin. You looked up at him in awe, your cheeks heating up as you nodded lightly.
You froze for a second, he really was pretty and it was a shame that he was taken. That and that you weren't actually into him. It was a shame that even though your face heated up at the proximity, your usual snarky demeanor dropping, there were no feelings that flooded you except for the wish that you could swap him with Kei.
You shook the thought from your head as quickly as it entered and quickly detangled yourself from his hold. You glanced off to the side, willing your face to cool down. "Sorry, I'm so clumsy." You laughed lightly.
Just as Tobio's hold released you, a colder grip wrapped itself around your wrist harshly. "Excuse us." Tsukishima's voice came out clenched and before you could register his face or even turn back to catch Tobio's reaction, you were dragged away through the crowd.
"What the hell!" You tried to shout, to yank your arm back. You were only met with silence, his grip tightening as he continued to drag you along.
You caught a glimpse of his face as he expertly weaved through friends and strangers alike, no one paying either of you mind as you passed them. His eyes were fixed forward, eyes trained on something you couldn't quite see yet. His jaw was clenched so tight that you swore you could see every muscle of it outlined through his skin.
Your back met the door of a closet, only a split second after you'd seen it, as he shoved you inside. You watched him glance over his shoulder briefly, making sure no one noticed as he slipped in after you.
You waited for the door to close and the second it did, soft light from the bulb hanging above you filling the room, you shoved him as hard as you could. Pride filled you as he stumbled slightly from the force but you couldn't take the time to revel in it right now.
"What is your problem?" You hissed the words at him, shoving again. He had to take a step to steady himself. "Where the fuck do you get off dragging me around like that!?" You snarled at him, going to shove him again. He easily stopped you this time, prepared for it; he snatched your wrists out of the air and pulled your body flush to his.
You froze against him. Heat filled your face again, similar to how it just had with Tobio, the proximity getting to you. You hated that your fight faded from your body as his hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing along your lower lip.
You let him part your lips gently as you stared up at him, caught under his gaze and the soft touch of his rough fingers. His eyes softened as they trained on your lips, but only for a moment. They hardened again as he made eye contact, grip on your jaw tightening. You grimaced at the feeling, eyes beginning to water.
"Don't fucking look at him like that again." A possessive growl came from his chest, vibrating against your body. It took every ounce of your willpower to jerk your jaw from his grasp.
"What are you talking about?" You felt the fire flare up behind your temper. You matched his glare, stubbornly looking up at him in a challenge.
"Kageyama!" He nearly shouted the name and quickly lowered his volume as he realized it. "Kageyama and you giving him that fucking look."
The words fell out through clenched teeth as he pressed you into the wall. His hand wrapped around your throat, not roughly, just lightly to pin you in place. You swallowed down the fire of your temper, letting it leave your eyes and flow into your cheeks. You hated how easily he could reduce you to what you were now - staring up into his eyes, drinking in the golden sunlight of them and knowing that you would regret it the second you looked away.
"This look." Tsukishima's fingers tilted your head towards him more, tracing the column of your throat, his face came closer to yours, eyes soaking in every curve of your face. "The look you're only supposed to give me. The one you get when I hold you like this-"
The look you got when you were drinking in every feature you could and thinking how beautiful he was up close. Thinking about how much you were going to hate when he let go.
"The one that tells me you're mine." He growled in frustration again and the softness that had started to creep into his eyes left again. "Don't fucking look at him like that again." He pressed you harder against the wall, lips falling to your neck. "Promise me."
Your eyes fluttered shut as you held on to the last shreds of your resistance. "What am I supposed to promise?" You refused to let yourself fully give in to him yet.
"That you're only going to look at me like that." His words were as rough as his hands were as he grabbed at your clothes, attempting to push them off your body. "Only fucking me." You whimpered as his hands dragged you impossibly closer to him.
The sound of something crashing from the other side of the door made reality crash down on you with it. What were you doing?
Your hands found purchase on his chest again, and again you roughly shoved at him. "Don't tell me what I can and can't fucking do." You growled as he stumbled back, his touch leaving a searing pain in its absence. "I'm not fucking you in this closet at a party full of our friends."
He quickly moved in front of the door as you reached for it and you groaned in exasperation. "Fucking move, you stupid lamppost."
"Please." Your eyes snapped up to meet his as the word fell from his lips. Your anger seemed to falter as you took in the pleading look in his eyes. "Let's leave here then." You couldn't reply, your eyes only widened as his hands came up to cup your face, thumbs softly stroking across your cheeks as he kept your face tilted up at him. "Just come home with me."
His voice was soft and it seeped through every crack in your already feeble resistance, filling you up as your heart squeezed in your chest, willing you to walk away from this back and forth you had.
"Please, y/n, come home with me." The nail in the coffin of your heart. You nodded without thinking and then you were being pulled out of the closet and back through the crowd.
His grip on you was softer this time, an arm wrapped around your waist rather than fingers gripped around your wrist. Guiding instead of dragging. You couldn't take your eyes off him, everything else was merely a blur as you wove towards the front door and then to his car.
You finally came to as you stopped at a red light two streets away from Aiko's house. The leather of the seat stuck to your bare thighs as you stared out the window. Neither of you dared to speak, tension so thick in the air as you almost didn't even acknowledge each other's presence. Almost. His palm lay heavy on your thigh, fingers sprawled across it, burning through your skin.
You let him drag you out of his car when it was stopped and up the path to his dark house. Every step you took, you ignored the same part of your brain begging you to run from what was stirring inside of you. To leave before the last of your will to hate Tsukishima broke away.
The second that the door locked behind you both, his lips were on your again. It was bruising movements as he nipped at your lips, invaded your mouth with his tongue. He lifted you easily into his arms and carried you down the hall. Every one of your senses were flooded with him.
You inhaled his cologne with every breath you took, the scent dizzying to you as he swallowed the soft moans you let slip out. Your back hit the door of his room and he supported you with one arm under your ass as his other reached blindly for the handle.
He ground his hips desperately into yours as he opened the door, the heat in your core slowly flooding your whole body, craving more of his touch. Your doubts were suffocating you but all you could do was kiss him more as he slammed the door shut and pushed you back against it.
He dropped you back to the ground and pushed you to your knees without a word. Your legs didn't give much of a fight as you fell easily, his hand coming to cup your jaw roughly to keep your head against the wall and at eye-level with the bulge in his pants.
His thumb pressed between your lips, dragging and hooking onto your lower teeth to pull your mouth open. Your tongue brushed across the top of his nail and he groaned in response.
His eyes hungrily watched your lips as you ignored every protest your brain was making about letting him get away with this. His free hand gripped the neck of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in a fluid motion.
You trailed with the him of his shirt, your eyes traveling up his torso, drinking in every ripple in his muscles as they flexed under his movements. When he was free of his shirt, as much as you could stare at his body all day, you made sure to bring your eyes back to his face - where you truly couldn't help yourself from always looking.
Your fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, undoing them as quickly as you could without letting your eyes leave his face. You pushed them down with one hand as the other immediately wrapped around the length of him, easily pumping up and down. He stepped out of his pants as you did, kicking them to the side as his hips involuntarily bucked towards you.
You felt his thumb leave your mouth and you licked out, tongue wetting your lips along with his tip. He responded with a hiss at the sudden sensation and his hands quickly wound themselves into your hair.
Impatience flooded both of you and you quickly wrapped your lips around him, sucking him in the way that you'd grown accustomed to. Your tongue stroked along the familiar veins running down the bottom of his cock as he pressed further into your mouth. His head fell back as a soft moan left his lips, his fingers tightening their grip.
You whined around him as he pulled lightly on your hair and bucked into your mouth again. "Fu-fuck." He moaned, looking back down at you and hardening his gaze, any softness he wanted to treat you with leaving his features. "Do that again."
It was a command you followed, moaning around him again, sending vibrations up his length as he held your head against the wall, thrusting against your gag reflex. Tears sprung to your eyes as the entrance of your throat clenched around his tip. Tsukishima moaned again and pulled your hair.
"Come on, I know you can do better than that." A smirk pulled onto his lips as he ushered in the challenge, pulling back from your mouth a little bit, so his cock rested comfortably on your tongue. "Do better."
One of his hands left your hair and tapped on your cheek lightly as you hollowed it out, sucking gently on him. His eyes were locked onto your own watery ones, refusing to leave them.
"Fuck you look so pretty like this." You whimpered at the roughness of his voice compared to the words that it formed and your jaw went slack for him. Open for him to use.
He thrust back in quickly, reveling in the way some of the tears in your eyes started to fall as you hit the back of your throat again. Your chest heaved as you tried to relax your throat, to ease the ache, and he pushed further in.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your throat involuntarily tried to push him back out. Your head tried to jerk backwards but the wall behind you and his grip on your hair refused to let you move even an inch.
He thrust hard a few times, spit collecting around the corner of your lips, mixing with the tears the dripped down your cheeks as you gagged around him. "Yeah, fuck, like that." He groaned but pulled back lightly, leaving his tip in your mouth.
You coughed and sputtered, gasping in air from the small space he left you. But the panting coming from him above you sent heat pooling between your legs despite trying to catch your breath. You willed yourself to look back up at him.
His face was flushed a pretty pink as his eyes watched the drool fall from your lips, down the length of his cock, and onto your chest. The look of him there, so enraptured by you, made you stick your tongue out more, trying to open wider for him.
He thrust in again, picking up a fast pace. Gags and obscene noises were pulled from your throat. Your tears ran hot down your cheeks, your body contracting as you gagged, more of your saliva soaking his cock.
His tongue poked out of his mouth as he held onto your hair tighter with one hand, the other running through his own hair, mussing it while he moaned loudly. His head was dropped forward, eyes locked onto your face as he fucked your mouth.
"Look so fucking hot on your knees for me." You let out a strangled whimper and he growled out as he felt the sound travel up his length. "Fuck, only ever look at me like this." You made a pathetic attempt at nodding up at him and he breathed out a laugh, picking up his pace. Your lungs burned as he narrowed his eyes and got rougher with his thrusts, like he remembered why he was mad in the first place. "Never going to fucking look at him like this."
He let out another loud moan while he abused your throat, losing a bit of control to his thrusts. You lifted your hand, prepared to tap out of the assault. He stopped on his own accord before you got the chance.
He pulled away from you quickly and you realized how much his grip had held you in your place. Your hands braced on your knees as your body fell forward. You gasped around the saliva falling out of your mouth and down your chin, mixing with your tears.
His hand wrapped around your elbow and hauled you to your feet before you could clear your head. The ache in your knees caused them to buckle when your weight was set on them and you knew that you would fall if he wasn't supporting you. You only had to deal with being on your feet for a few seconds before they left the ground again as he tossed you onto the bed.
His hands were back on you before your body could stop bouncing onto the mattress from the force. Roughly gripping your hips and easily tearing your clothing from your body.
"So fucking gorgeous like this." He praised softly as his hands trailed from your hips to your thighs. His hands changed again, from their soft grazes to a rough grip on the backs of your thighs as he spread them, hooking your knees over his elbows.
You squealed in surprise, head feeling dizzy from his treatment as he yanked you towards him with hands on your waist. Your eyes fluttered, moaning as you heard him spit onto your exposed cunt.
You had barely registered the feeling before you felt him slam his entire length into you with a single thrust. Your eyes flew back open and a loud, squealing gasp left your lips, your nails finding home digging into his forearms.
"Fu-fuck. K-Kei." You stuttered as his head fell forward with an elongated curse of his own.
"Feel so fucking good around me." He didn't even give you a second to catch your breath before he was pulling out and slamming his hips back into yours again. The angle was just right and your vision got blurry as you immediately started to feel your orgasm building.
He offered you no mercy as he battered against your g-spot, his pace fast and rough, unforgiving as unfiltered moans fell from your lips.
"Kei!" You cried out, your grip tightening as you felt your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him. "Kei fuck- I'm gon-" You were cut off by the form of your own half moan, half scream that tore from your throat as he fucked into you even harder at your declaration.
"Fucking already?" Condescending as he let out a scoff, the bit of it was taken away by the moan that left his lips immediately after it. "Fucking cum on my cock then baby," he permitted, "cum the way that only I can make you."
His grip on your waist dragged you down, across the bedsheets to meet every thrust he gave and you whined at the possession he had over you.
A slew of curses rolled off your lips, slurred by your own saliva and your tongue that couldn't quite cooperate with you, as you felt your entire body tense up. You clamped down around him and his eyes squeezed shut, determined to keep his pace and angle.
You could barely feel it as your back arched off the bed, your head falling backwards as your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train. One of his arms moved to keep your back arched like that, giving him a deeper angle as his pace, his roughness refused to let up, fucking you through your orgasm.
The sound in your ears felt muffled, but you could still hear the wet slap every time his hips met yours again. The sounds got progressively louder, sloppier as you gushed around him. Your orgasm didn't even make him pause. The tip of his dick brushed against your g-spot with every thrust into you.
It felt like he was trying to get even deeper inside of you as you clawed at his arms and choked on moans and cries of pleasure. You weren't sure if that goal was possible, but damn did he try.
"You take me so fucking well." Your body clenched up again at the praise he pushed out through his teeth. "Yeah," he responded to your body, "you like being told that?"
His eyes held yours and you could almost pinpoint an emotion behind them that you couldn't read. Almost but not quite, not having the time to focus on it as he gave you another particularly hard thrust. Your head fell to the side again and you waited for his next comment. Waited for the degradation that came from him every time you fucked.
"Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen." He growled out and a gasp ripped from your lips. You swore you must have misheard him.
As if he could read your mind, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours. One of his hands came up to grip your jaw, bringing your face back to his, forcing you to hold his eye contact.
"Cum again pretty girl, give me another one." And with the way he was looking at you, the words falling from his lips against yours as he continued his rough pace... your body had no choice but to comply.
You tumbled over another edge that you hadn't even registered being close to. Your vision of him blurred out around the edges, white spots decorating the image. He swallowed every moan you gave with breathtaking kisses and reciprocated with moaned praises into your mouth.
"Just like that baby." He cursed as he fucked you through your orgasm, trying to draw it out. "So fucking beautiful for me." He let out a broken moan and his thrusts started to get sloppy. "All mine." He possessively gripped onto you, his voice begging for you to comply, to corroborate.
"All yours." You whimpered back through a moan.
You kissed him again as you registered his own muscles tightening up, his length twitching inside of you. The moan that he let flow into your mouth was high-pitched and broken. Pulling your body impossibly tighter to his, you felt him paint your insides with his own orgasm.
He collapsed onto you for a second before rolling off, disconnecting your bodies as he did so. You both laid there in almost silence, your legs dangling off the bed and chests heaving as you were surrounded by the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.
As your vision cleared up, the tingly feeling in your body had begun to be replaced with something else. The tightening in your chest as you thought about the words that had fallen rom your lips. Words you desperately wanted to be said with love. But you knew better.
You knew that tomorrow you would see your friends and he would pretend that he didn't know where the bruises that littered your skin were from. You would lie for him. Tomorrow, he wouldn't even look your way as you watched his every movement and hung onto every sarcastic comment that left his tongue.
You couldn't do this anymore. Let yourself be confused by this. By him. You needed to stop thi-
"I don't need anyone else seeing you like this."
Your eyes snapped open and your head turned to look at him, so quickly that you were sure you heard it crack. That was the least of your concerns. You didn't even remember your eyes having fallen closed or hearing his body shift so that he was looking at you.
9 simple words.
That was all it took to reignite the hate in your veins for the man next to you. You pushed yourself up, ignoring the scream from every fiber in your body at the movements.
"Yeah, I get it Tsukki." You whispered it, shaking your head as you searched for your underwear first. You spotted the fabric and made for it. "Don't want anyone else to see me under them and looking like at them like that and-"
You cut yourself off as you slipped back on your underwear, furrowing your eyebrows at why your vision was blurry again. You could hear him shift behind you but your focus was on your hand as it came away from your cheeks, wet. Tears. Great. You clenched your teeth and brushed away all the wetness you could and worked on finding your bra next.
"That's not-" Tsukishima groaned and you heard his feet hit the floor as he got off the bed, "y/n would you wait a second." He voice was softer than usual but you refused to look up at him, spotting your bra by the door.
"Listen, Tsukishima." You clipped your bra into place and grabbed the shirt laying only a few feet away. "This has been fun, really." You sniffled and quickly his it with a clearing of your throat. "Great stress relief and you're a great fuck."
You forced the words out, letting the words freeze over as you pulled the shirt down over your torso and turned to find your shorts. Tsukishima stepped into your path. He'd pulled his boxers back on but you were too busy to care.
Busy with holding back all your emotions. You chose one to zero in on and you let it out. "Get out of my fucking way." You growled out, fixing your eyes onto his chest with a glare, refusing to look up at his face, knowing that you would break if you did.
"Stop fucking walking around." He grabbed your upper arms to hold you in place as you tried to push past him again. "Just, would you listen to me!"
"I don't know where you get off!" You shouted then, trying to rid yourself of his grasp, struggling unsuccessfully. "We're not together." You seethed and his grip loosened. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend." The words burned as you spit them out and you barely registered his arms dropping away from you.
"What makes you think that you can tell me what to do!?" You shoved at his chest and he took a step back. You spun on your heel and tried to locate the shorts you'd been wearing. "You can't fucking play with me like this." It was quieter than your shouts, but you knew he heard.
He was in front of you again in a second. This time, his hands cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. "Just give me five minutes. The quietness of his voice made you freeze, your eyes locking with his.
Worry was written all over his face, pouring from his furrowed eyebrows to his glazed over eyes. It drifted past his lightly parted lips, to the tensed up muscles of his body as he stood rigidly in front of you. It seeped from his hands holding your face softly and contaminated you too.
His worry kept your eyes locked on his and your body frozen in place. Stopped the words in your throat and the breath in your lungs. A sudden heaviness that neither of you were used to.
"Please, don't go." He whispered, begging you. "Please just stay. For one more night."
You can't help but think your ears were faulty because you could have sworn his voice cracked the slightest before he continued.
"I know you hate me. God you have every right to. But just let me have you for one more night. I need you for one more night." Your chest tightened as you looked up at him, a rush of emotions overloading you and you couldn't figure out which one to feel most. "I don't want anyone else to have you this way. To see you this way."
You chose to feel the hurt the most and opened your mouth to yell at him. He only cut you off again.
"Just shut up for a second!" He clenched his eyes shut as he raised his voice. You stopped and he sighed, opening his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he swallowed and slowly re-established the eye contact he'd broken.
"I'm trying to tell you, but I don't know how." He let out a frustrated huff of air and you could swear that there were tears starting to form in his golden eyes. "You have to understand," he begged, and this time you knew his voice definitely cracked, "I've never done this before." He looked down at you with such a softness that you could feel every ounce of hatred starting to leave.
"Stop looking at me like that." You whispered, pleading with him as you tried to grasp onto the feeling of hating Tsukishima Kei. The feeling that was slipping through your fingers. The one feeling that had been protecting you from him.
"I can't." He sighed and started again.
"Y/n, I don't want anyone else to see you the way that I see you. to see how you nibble on your bottom lip when you're trying to keep up with taking notes in class. To see how you look when your fingers subconsciously change your hairstyle at least three times a day. And every time I look back at you it's like something about you has changed because of it.
"I don't want anyone else to look at you the way that I do, to see you in every state and still be filled with the same feelings. To live off of your need to reply to every sarcastic word I give you with one of your own. I don't want anyone to struggle to gather their thoughts around you the way that I do. I don't want anyone to steal glances at you when you're not paying attention."
He groaned in frustration as you looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he was saying to you. "Dammit!" He shouted and turned his head to break the eye contact again. But his hands never left your face. "It pisses me the hell off that I can't stop fucking looking at you." He turned his head back to look at you again.
"Please don't leave yet." He whispered the plea, leaning down to bring his forehead to yours. "I don't fucking hate you." His eyes searched yours for confirmation, for resistance as he went to close the gap between your lips. You didn't offer any. You let your eyes fall shut as his lips brushed against yours softly. "I fucking wish I did."
You gasped into his kiss as his hands cupped your face softly. He didn't make you lean up far to kiss him like he usually did, instead bending to your height, meeting you where you were, molding his body to yours instead of the other way around. His body trying to beg you to stay. He didn't have to. You weren't leaving.
The warmth that was filling your body was different than the usual heat that came when he touched you. His hands that usually seared their brands into your skin now smoothed over your body and left a softer warmth in their wake. A feeling that spread across your skin like wildfire without any pain, consuming you from the outside before filling up your insides.
His hands fell from your face and traced softly down your sides until they rested on your hips, drawing you closer. "Please." He mumbled against your lips as his fingers found the hem of your shirt. You stepped back and pulled the shirt from your body before finding your way to his lips again.
"Wanna show you." He whispered the words into your lips before moving to your neck, kissing the skin softly. The feelings that were gracing your skin left you gasping for air, completely foreign coming from him. Foreign but completely welcome.
His fingers unclipped your bra clumsily, none of his usual smoothness present as his fingers trembled against your bare skin. Like it was the first time he was touching you. His grip came to your ribs, his fingers splaying out, covering as much space as they could as if trying to touch every inch of your skin.
"Kei." You moaned his name softly as he kissed across your collarbone. He brought his face back to meet your eyes and you could see his adam's apple bob as he gulped nervously. "Please." You whispered. It was the permission he needed. He connected your lips again, desperately parting yours with his tongue as he deepened your kiss.
He guided you easily back to his bed with a tenderness he'd never shown you before, easing you onto the mattress before climbing over you.
He hovered for a moment, eyes following as his fingers traced down your side to your hips to hook around your panties. His eyes burned into your skin as he looked at you silently, and you had to force yourself to stay put, to ignore the need to curl away from the intensity of it.
"You're so beautiful." Your eyes glassed over again and you were glad he didn't see it as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. His fingers passed over your skin lightly, his lips following, pressing soft wet kisses to your torso that had you letting out quiet breathy moans.
"I swear I was made just for you." He whispered as he pressed a final kiss into the divot of your hip. Your hips bucked lightly towards him, a gasp leaving your lips at the mix of his words and the attention to the sensitive spot. He pulled down your panties and his boxers quickly, moving to hover over you again.
His lips connected to yours again and you wound your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you as he lined himself up with your entrance. "I love you, y/n." He whispered the confession against your lips, letting you breath it in as he pushed into you slowly.
The feeling of him filling you up again left both of you moaning into each other's mouths, unable to tell which sound was elicited from you. It had only been minutes since he was last inside of you, but this time, it felt so much different.
You let the last sliver of hatred for Tsukishima Kei slip out of your system as he moved slowly against you. Drawing out as he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth and drinking in your moans as he pushed back in, slowly.
"Could never feel as good as I do with you." He whispered, one of his hands lifting your hips slightly, changing the angle he pushed into you at.
"Fuck Kei." You gasped out at the sensation, head falling back against the pillows as he head of his cock brushed against your g-spot.
"Nothing sounds as sweet as when you say my name." He whispered into your neck as he repeated his motion, pulling another soft moan of his name from your lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He groaned, head falling into the crook of your neck as he panted against your skin. You could feel his weight shift, he tried to keep it mostly off of you while trying to ensure as much of your skin touched as possible. "You're an angel sent to me." You felt yourself tighten around him as you gasped and he let out a soft moan.
"Kei." You whined as you felt his fingers find their way to your clit, dipping to collect some of your combined arousal before rubbing tight circles around it. "Please."
You whimpered as you felt your orgasm start to build from the way his cock brushed perfectly against your insides in a steady rhythm. Soft curses and moans fell from your lips as he continued the languid pace, no rush between you this time, just letting your bodies fit together on their own terms.
"I'm all yours." He mumbled into your ear. You turned your head and caught his lips with yours again, open-mouthed kisses mixing the sounds of your moans. "Please, let me be all yours." He begged into your mouth and you nodded mindlessly. He pulled away a fraction, "just say the words," his voice cracked as you felt his thrusts stutter.
"Mine." You whispered back, kissing him again. You gasped as you tightened your arms around him. "You're mine." You whimpered and his fingers picked up their pace between your bodies. Your back arched up into him and you whined into the kiss, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge.
"Cum with me, please." He begged, voice whining into your mouth as he sent you both tumbling over. Your body tensed up, tightening around him as his hips lost their rhythm and he spilled into you.
He held himself inside of you with a grip on your hips as he continued to kiss you. He kissed you as you settled from your dizzying release, all of your emotions crashing over you both.
When he finally pulled out and rolled off of you, you were still panting for air. Trying, still, to get a grasp on what had just happened as emotion after emotion tidal waved over you.
"Please," he whispered, and looked over at him - really looked at him.
His blond hair was damp and messy, sticking up in a way that you were sure only you were allowed to see. His golden eyes were watching you carefully through the frames of his glasses, slightly glazed over but analyzing your movements like they always did.
His face was softer than it usually was, like it was when he was listening to music and thought no one else was around. There was no glare that furrowed his eyebrows together, not even the smirk that you loved so much was painted on his lips. The lips that were panting just like yours.
The ones that had spilled the words 'I love you' just minutes ago.
His fingers finding yours brought you back to reality again. "Please stay with me." He begged, you realized that he still thought you were going to leave as his fingers wove into yours, gently squeezing.
"I know that I'm hard to love," he whispered, water gathering in the corners of his eyes, "but please, please stick it out." He refused to break eye contact as you let him pull your body closer gently. "I swear that I'll be better."
You sighed and moved closer to him, settling your head under his chin. You could feel his body tense for a second before his arms wrapped around your frame.
"For someone so intelligent," you whispered, letting your fingers trace along his collarbone, watching the goosebumps that appeared under them, "you really can be such a dummy." You sighed and kissed his skin softly, pressing one to every small freckle on his skin that you could see.
"I never hated you." You mumbled out and lifted your head to look him in the eyes again, so he could see the sincerity in them as you said your next words.
"I've always loved you Tsukishima Kei." You pressed your lips to his and you both let out the breaths that you'd been holding, your emotions flooding into the kiss. "Only you."
Bonus:
You sat on the bench in the mall quietly, your knees pulled up to your chest and your face resting in your hands as you watched an excited Shoyo pull his girlfriend up to an ice cream cart as she wore a faux-annoyed look on her face, only smiling at him when she thought no one except he was looking. You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of the oversized jacket you were currently sporting, the one that was sizes too big for you and smelled of your favorite scent.
You sighed and stood up slowly, letting your limbs untangle themselves and your jacket fall down over your leggings. You'd gotten here earlier than you'd meant to which meant that you were stuck third-wheeling with Shoyo and Amaya while you waited for the rest of your ragtag group to appear.
You didn't have to wait long before Aiko was slinging an arm around your shoulder and pinching at the loose fabric of the jacket with two fingers.
"Whose is this?" She questioned, tilting her head as she inspected it. "It looks really familiar." You laughed a little and went to answer, only to be cut off by another voice.
"Yeah, I feel like I've seen it before." Tobio was now standing on the other side of you with a thoughtful look on his face as he joined Aiko in the inspection of the item of clothing.
"It's mine." Kei's emotionless statement send all four of your present friends into what you're sure was a short circuit. It only heightened the effect when he pulled you back from the two by your sides and wrapped his arm around your waist, lightly pinning you against him.
"Why are you touching her?" He glared at Tobio from over your head but you laughed and lightly hit Kei's chest, calming him down as you made contact with him.
He looked down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips before he cleared his throat and his lips turned back into a straight line. The only thing still giving him away was the slightly pink tips of his ears as he pulled you further from Tobio and closer to where Tadashi was now standing with Aiko.
"When did this happen!" Aiko shrieked and you were suddenly aware that all of your friends were finally appearing just in time to gawk at Kei's arm wrapped around your waist.
You opened your mouth to try and explain but were cut off by Amaya's voice this time. "Yeah, well, we knew you were fucking, but no one thought you'd actually go public with it." Your jaw dropped and Kei awkwardly cleared his throat.
You felt your face heat up as your grip on Kei tightened. "I think I kinda want some food now." You awkwardly tried to change the subject and create a getaway from the impending questions.
"I could grab some if you'd like." Tobio offered and you quickly shut it down as Kei turned to him with a glare.
"No," you laughed as you began pushing Kei lightly towards the food court, "no it's okay. We'll be back." You walked quickly away from the protesting of Tadashi and Aiko who were demanding explanations of you and let out a loud sigh as you got out of earshot. "I don't want to go back."
You looked up at Kei who was glaring over you towards Tobio still.
"Do you forget he had a girlfriend and is just being nice to me?" He froze and his glare slowly softened as his eyes trailed back to yours. You smiled as his cheeks flushed a little and he grumbled under his breath. "Still just a dumb lamppost," you teased with a smile.
He rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in easily. The smirk that you loved so much making its way onto his lips as he towered over you. "Keep talking, you little shrimp."
TAGLIST - CLOSED
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birds of a feather : ninth circle of shame
OCTOBER 18, 9:41 PM
location— bokuto’s “housewarming” party
atsumu leads you out of bokuto’s bedroom and down the stairs. once you’re back in the atmosphere of the party, you feel a wave of nausea hit you like a pang when the smell of the sweat of the crowd, the myriad of perfumes, the drinks and the food stuff makes a rather weird combination.
atsumu notices as your face scrunches up in disgust and you reflexively put a hand against your mouth and your nose, gagging.
he surmises, rubbing your back, “this is making you uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
“then let’s get out of here.” he suggests as he begins to lead you to the door, offering, “i’ll drive you to your dorms.”
you want to decline his offer and leave by yourself, but something inside of you holds you back. you aren’t sure why you don’t retort, but a little while longer with atsumu is all you want. since you’ve already indulged him for the night, letting him drive you back doesn’t sound so bad at this point.
you nod, accepting his proposal, “alright, that sounds good.”
“we should also get you something to eat on the way, you must be starving.” he proffers, teasing you as he pats your tummy.
you turn around to glare at him, shoving his hand away. he entertains your temper tantrum for a moment before he smirks, bragging, “though i think i fed you more than enough.”
“that should’ve satisfied your hunger.” atsumu’s hand finds your back once again, and he starts walking towards the door, while you match his steps.
as you’re about to exit the venue, bokuto spots you by the door. he sprints towards the two of you in order to stop you from departing.
he practically shouts in your ears, greeting you enthusiastically, “hey hey hey!”
you wave at him, a small smile lining your lips, “oh, hey bokuto.”
“hey, bokuto san.” atsumu says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. now that he’s been spotted with you, he’ll have to face unnecessary questions from his senior’s end.
bokuto eyes at the pair of you, stitching his brows together and crossing his arms as he analyses the sight in front of him. he doesn’t miss out on your smudged lipstick and your messy hair. if that isn’t apparent enough, your dress looks unruly too since you put it on in a hurry. atsumu’s ruffled hair and the fact he put on his shirt the other way around don’t go amiss either. the two of you haven’t showered either. over all, anyone with a pair of eyes can quite simply figure out you’ve fucked.
he taunts atsumu, hitting his arm playfully, “didn’t you say you were done with her?”
“but she’s in your arms tonight, once again.” he remarks, laughing, rendering atsumu and you in a rather awkward position.
atsumu notices the change in your expression and pulls you closer to himself, whispering to you, “it’s okay, i got this.”
neither of you wishes to explain the circumstances. you’d rather keep the story to yourself. it’s your personal life and no one has to know. not even a close friend. your relationship is complicated to begin with. since there is no concrete label as of now, there needs to be no description either.
you give atsumu a dismissive look, gesturing not to delve into the details. in response, he extends his hand from your the small of your back to squeeze your arm, signaling that he understands what you’re tying to say.
“it’s not what you think.” atsumu begins explaining, “we both just ran into each other.”
you nod, agreeing with whatever he has to say, in an attempt to add to the credibility of his lies, “yea, totally.” the nervousness in your tone is hard to miss.
“we just ran into each other and decided to have a drink together.” you claim, putting on your best smile, but deep down, you’re sure he knows you’re lying through your teeth. with the crack in your voice coupled with the nervousness in your tone, anyone can tell.
bokuto sneers, raising a brow at you, inquisitive, “is that why the two of you were upstairs all this while?”
“the last i checked, the bar is downstairs.” he states, pointing towards the bar in the kitchen.
“upstairs?” you blurt out, surprised that he was aware regarding your whereabouts. now you’re just hoping he doesn’t know you were in his room. if he does, you‘ll pass out of shame.
“i don’t mind that you lovebirds used my room.” he begins. he laughs mockingly as he whispers to the two of you, “i just hope you haven’t made too much mess in my room.”
“if yes, i’ll make you guys clean up until sunrise.” he quips at you and atsumu, ruffling your hair while he pats atsumu’s back.
neither you nor atsumu are sure how to react. you’re just glad that atsumu is right next to you, pacifying you as he squeezes your arm in reassurance. because if you were in this situation by yourself, you would’ve probably disintegrated into the ninth circle of shame.
atsumu covers up, reciprocating bokuto’s energy as he laughs back at the joke, “we were careful not to make a lot of mess.”
“don’t worry, bokuto san, you’ll just need to do a little bit of cleaning around.” he reports. the two of them chuckle in unison.
you aren’t sure what’s so funny about the situation you’re stuck in. if anything, you’re too embarrassed to even look bokuto in the eye. not only did he catch you red handed with miya after the two of you declared that you were done with one another, but also confronted you regarding the inappropriate use of his master bedroom.
you don’t know how atsumu has it in him to pretend he isn’t embarrassed by all of this, but you’re nervously looking to the ground, cheeks flushed red as a result of immense shame.
but that doesn’t hold you back. you’re curious as to how bokuto found out, so you put forth a question, “bokuto san, don’t mind me, but how did you know we were in your room?”
“you should ask tobio.” bokuto advices, informing you, “he practically stormed out of the party.”
he shrugs, saying, “i tried to stop him and ask him why he’s leaving so soon, which is when he told me something he probably shouldn’t have.”
“you’ve really upset him, yn.” bokuto mentions, pursing his lips, shaking his head, expressing disappointment.
you’re at a loss of words when you realise the blunder you’ve committed. you ditched tobio to spend the night with atsumu despite promising him that you wouldn’t. the one thing about tobio and you is that you never break the promises you make to one other, and you just indulged in the one thing that was forbidden in your friendship.
you don’t know what you’re supposed to do next. you find your head in an absolute mess and your heart haunted by guilt that overflows through your veins.
you excuse yourself, running off, “i need to leave.”
“i should follow her.” atsumu decides, leaving bokuto by the door as he opens it to run after you.
it takes him a while to find you and catch up to you in the maze of cars outside bokuto’s house. but he’s easily able to do so, because you find yourself at a dead end with no ride to go over to tobio’s place to clear things out with him.
“hey, calm down, yn.” atsumu approaches you, wrapping his arms around you from the hindside.
he kisses your head, consoling you, “it’s going to be okay, don’t worry.”
you shout at him, unwrapping his arms, annoyed because you know he probably doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation, “you don’t get it.”
“we never break promises.” your voice cracks as tears begin streaming down your face.
you instinctively hug atsumu, looking for comfort in his embrace, asking in desperation, “what do i do?”
at first, atsumu responds with silence, he only hugs you tighter before he pulls out a kerchief from his pocket. he pulls you out from the hug and makes you rest against the bonnet of a random car to wipe the tears off your face. your eyes are already puffy red and cheeks crimson. he hands you the kerchief to help yourself whenever needed, and kisses your forehead and pulls you into a hug once again.
“you should talk it out with him.” he advises, rubbing your back to pacify you, “that’s the only way.”
he reassures you, kissing your head as he coddles you, “since you’re best friends, you’ll probably be fine.”
he gently separates you from himself, taking your hand in order to guide you to his car, “come on, let’s go.”
“we should sit in my car, okay.” he states, trailing to where his car is parked with you under his wing.
he unlocks the car using the remote key, opening the back door for you to hop in. once you’re settled inside, he follows you and takes a seat right beside you, closing the door behind him.
he offers you his bottle of water, picking it up from the cup holder. you take it from him and begin chugging it down, hoping to assuage your anxiety and dissipate your nerves.
“slow down.” he warns you, taking the bottle from your grip.
you point at the bottle, conveying, “i need more.”
“later. you’ve had enough for now.” atsumu declines, throwing the bottle away and it lands in the leg space of the passenger seat, denying you the possibility of retrieving it.
you’re still baffled at yourself. the right term would be to say that you’re disappointed in yourself because you completely forgot about tobio somewhere along the way.
although it wasn’t until atsumu began pleasuring you and your brain became hazy. that’s most likely how you forgot. but that doesn’t make it right. it’s also the fact that you had given a thought to the idea of returning to tobio instead of entertaining atsumu, but you still chose not to.
you feel terrible because you know he would’ve never done this to you. it would’ve been fine if you would’ve informed him. it would’ve still upset him, but you know he would’ve understood. but to ditch him randomly because you were too desperate to entertain your crush’s shenanigans, there should be no forgiveness for you.
you conclude after you think things through for a good while, and gauge your options, “i should text him.”
atsumu encourages your idea, “yea, sounds good.”
you rest your head again his shoulder and he puts his arm around you, holding you close. he kisses your forehead, squeezing your arm in reassurance, “it’s going to be alright, kitten.”
you pull out your cellphone in order to text tobio. atsumu instantly looks away so as to not invade your privacy, but his support for you remains constant as he continues to rub your arm, letting you know that he’s right next to you.
彡 atsumu was planning on dropping yn as soon as they re entered the party, but decided to stick to her because he couldn’t let go.
彡 tobio was never going to confront yn and let it go but he decided to take a stand for himself.
彡 tobio isn’t upset only because yn ditched him. he saw that one coming. he’s majorly upset because of his jealousy.
彡 even while he was upset with her, tobio was worried about yn’s safety and was willing to drive back to the party just to drop her off.
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I found these the other day and just had to show you because- oh my god how does this man even exist??
Gotta admit that I'm a fan of the second pic, this Jason is my favorite brat ngl
Minors & ageless blogs do NOT interact! You will be blocked!
Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader
Summary: As the goddess of love, it only makes sense that you should feel at odds with the god of war. After all, the two domains appear to be on opposite ends of the spectrum. Chance encounters while working lead to a growing curiosity about this hated god, and soon the two of you become a topic of gossip not only in Olympus but in the mortal realm as well.
“I appreciate your decorum, but you needn’t be so polite with me. I’m used to the rugged language of the battlefield. If this is your way of kindly telling me to fuck off, speak plainly, so we don’t waste our time.”
Ares’ banter drew a smile out of you, his brusque manner of speech refreshing from all of the niceties you exchanged tonight. Twisting, you rested your back against the railing, propping yourself upright with your elbows as you spoke with tease.
“Sweet god, do you know who you’re speaking to?” You shot your most charming smile at him in case he forgot. “When the goddess of love commands you to fuck, you may end up in a wildly different situation than intended.”
Tags: enemies-to-lovers, incorrect Greek mythology AU, smut, romance, angst, grief, canon typical violence
Trigger warnings: infidelity, rape, death, misogyny
Status | in progress
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anyone who ever said yamaguchi is an uwu smol wholesome baby🥺 is so wrong bc im rewatching haikyuu!! and im on EPISODE 6 AND THIS MF HAS INDIRECTLY MADE FUN OF EVERYONE TSUKKI MADE FUN OF
real he would not be smirking at me or be able to see that im into him without me spelling it out to him
sometimes i read reid x reader and get so confused bc yall make him this like bad boy type mega hottie flirt and at that point, write morgan instead. reid is an autistic nerd(/pos). he has THREE doctorates, bro would not be the type to be all sexy professor in ur class like he would be like “um statistically student teacher relationships fail horribly 9 out of 10 times” the second u try to get with him. like BABE where is the spencer x reader where he’s ranting to reader about something and reader is attracted to that?? like why butcher his character, this genius who is very mentally ill and hilarious and a cutie pie, when his actual personality is so amazing??
anyways now i want to write some spencer reid stuff that would actually work with his canon character so send requests ☺️
submissive! satoru gojo x dominant! female! reader.
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, pegging (m), edging (m), explicit language, bondage (m), degradation, pet names, rough handling, butt plug vibrator (m), exhibitionism.
timeskip: “✦ ✦ ✦”
summary: Satoru had been acting like a brat the entire time during an important party to you. Flirting with other women sent you over the edge. You decide to embarass him using a special toy. You promise that he’ll get a way better well-deserved punishment after enduring this small scene. Satoru doesn’t think it’ll be that bad - oh just how wrong he was.
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“Well, I do my best,” Satoru says with a wink to a woman.
The woman he is talking to, giggles and grabs onto his arm, clinging to it as if it kept her alive.
You watched as he flirted with other women - no doubt doing it to tease you into putting him over your lap and spanking his ass red.
You were so glad that you put a controlled butt plug that vibrated - all the way up his bratty ass before you both entered the party.
This party was important and Satoru was making a fool out of you because you brought him as your partner.
I should’ve brought Yuji instead. You thought to yourself.
You sat down at one of the tables and slightly reached up your dress for your thigh strap for the remote to the vibrator.
You casually set it under your thigh and grabbed an alcoholic beverage. Satoru’s head turned to you, and you only smiled at him as the woman on his arm was talking to him.
You watched as he became jittery and nervous that you were smiling while he was flirting with another woman.
You had to have had a plan up your sleeve. Gojo practically already couldn’t sit down because if he did, the butt plug would move inside him and it sent a pleasant jolt up his spine.
The one thing you didn’t tell him was that it vibrated. What a surprise to show him, especially in front of some guests.
He humiliated you - and now you’d humiliate him.
You turned the vibrator on and set the device to a medium pace. You watched as Satoru visibly flinched and mumbled a string of curses to himself.
The woman on his arm had a worried gaze on her face, as she asked if he was okay.
He ignored her as he tried to focus on controlling his body and the sounds that came out of him.
A slow-dance melody started to play. People started to find their partners and slow-dance with them. You slowly stood up and sat your drink down on the table. Satoru’s head snapped to you. You smiled and slowly made your way over to him. As if he couldn’t see wait any longer, Satoru pushed the woman off his arm and practically stumbled over to you and hid his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you nice and close to him.
“F-Fuck. You t-tricked me.” Satoru whispered.
“But doesn’t it feel so good, hm? Pretty sluts like you always moan so prettily.” You comment, your teeth nipping at his ear teasingly.
He whimpered in your ear as you grasped onto his shoulders and guided him to the music.
“I don’t w-want to dance—mmph!” Satoru’s voice was cut off by you suddenly changing the setting to the highest one for a few seconds then back to the medium setting.
“Shit, b-baby, don’t do that to me.” He moaned in your ear.
“I’m barely h-hanging on.” Satoru whispers, his grip on your waist tightening.
“But that’s not where I want you to be yet.” You reply back.
He grunted in your ear, and so many of the sounds that he made, made your clit throb.
“I want you begging to cum in front of these people.” You say, finally nipping at his neck.
One of the many things that you loved about Satoru Gojo was that he withheld any sounds of pleasure around anyone else - except you.
You were the only one allowed to hear his precious moans, his begging, his whines.
His eyes also didn’t affect you, Satoru enjoyed that, he rarely showed his eyes anymore. He wasn’t needed and he didn’t want to show anyone his eyes. You weren’t afraid. You loved him. He loved you.
You always thought his eyes so were pretty, especially when he cried from pleasure. Those pretty tears falling from his crystal blue eyes as you pegged him out of his misery.
“You’re going to be so fucked up after I’m done with you tonight, fucking whore.” You say, sliding one of your hands to the back of his neck, rubbing the small short hairs that stood straight out at you.
He started shivering from pleasure. You wanted to see him scream out from you edging him over and over again. Him begging you to cum over and over until his mind is jumbled with thoughts of only you and the urge of wanting to cum so badly.
“Flirting with other women, Gojo, really?” You question.
“Baby, p-please call me by my name.” He whimpered.
“I am.” You say as you continue to rise goosebumps all over his body from just toying with the hairs on the back of his neck.
“S-Satoru, p-please call me Satoru, baby.” He whispered as he nibbled on your neck.
You switched the vibrator back to the highest setting, “You should know by now, I make the orders. I’ll call you whatever I want. For example; my pretty slut.”
Satoru let out a loud whine at both your words and the vibrator up his ass. His whine wasn’t loud enough for anyone, but you to hear.
Satoru made sure of it even if it was hard for him to contain his sounds. I mean, for fucks sake, it was on the highest setting. He wanted to do at least something right for you tonight.
“Such a good boy.” You praise, turning the vibrator to the lowest setting.
“I a-almost came. Fuck, I’m so hard for you, (y/n).” He whispered against your ear.
“That’s the point, Gojo.” You reply with a pleased smile.
“Please, take me home and fuck me. Hard, baby.” He states.
You raise an eyebrow at his sudden demand.
“Who makes the demands?” You ask.
“You, baby, but please!” He exclaims, placing his forehead against yours.
Satoru continued to plead and beg to take him home so you could fuck him until the end of the party.
✦ ✦ ✦
You brought Satoru to your shared “BDSM” room. It had everything necessary for a punishment or a reward. After it was finished, you’d go back to your shared bed in your guys’ actual room to sleep in. You pulled off Satoru’s blindfold and pushed his chest down onto the bed. He bit his lip in anticipation, his bright eyes watching your every move.
“You said you wanted to be fucked, hm?” You ask, slowly sliding your dress off.
He nodded.
“Words.” You demanded.
“I wanna be fucked out of this world by you, baby.” He replies quietly.
“You have no idea what permisson you just gave me to do to you.” You say to him, before leaving the room to go to your closet and grab the things needed.
You come back into the bedroom to find Satoru palming himself through his tight suit pants.
You grab his wrist away from crotch and glare at him, “Such a desperate little slut - I didn’t think I’d need them, but I guess I do.”
You wave the cuffs in front of his face and he visibly gulps.
He tries to make an excuse, “But—I wanna touch y—”
He hates not being able to touch you.
You take two fingers and shove them in his mouth, “Filthy sluts don’t get to speak.”
“Like I said, filthy.” You murmur as he greedily sucks on your fingers, gently running his tongue over your finger and then pushing his tongue in between your fingers.
You remove your fingers from his mouth and he whines desperately.
“Hands up.” You demand and he listens.
You undo his tie and pull off his shirt. You continue to undress him completely. He’s always embarrassed when you stare at how beautiful his body is. So embarrassed, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his cock twitches.
You look into Satoru’s eyes as you lock each of the cuffs to the bedpost. You make sure that you can fit at least three of your fingers under the cuffs to make sure that you don’t hurt him.
“Spread those pretty legs for me, ‘Toru,” I say, he listens with an impatient whine following after.
Satoru always looks tense after you tie him up. You’ll never be able to get that butt plug out of him with him that tense.
“Relax your body for me.” You say, planting kisses down his stomach.
After a few seconds of calming him, he finally relaxes himself.
“Now, Satoru, you know how this works, don’t tense around it as I pull it out, okay?”
“Mhm.” He hums with his eyes closed.
“Deep breath in… and out.” You guide.
You successfully pull it out with no complications, except Satoru whining about how just pulling the butt plug got him stimulated.
Satoru eyed the strap-on you had chosen. 9 inches.
“We’ve never used that one before,” Satoru says, a blush on his face.
“Exactly, ‘Toru.” You reply softly.
“It’s gonna be too big—fuck (y/n)!” Satoru cries out.
You hum, rubbing the cold lube around his hole.
“Relax, honey.” You soothe, rubbing your fingers down his nipples one at a time.
“I can’t baby—you rile me up in so many ways.” He whimpers.
You put on the strap-on and lube the strap up. Satoru eyes you, his eyes wary.
“You ready, slut?” You say, he shivers at your words.
He makes out a small, “Yes.”
“Your safe word?” You ask.
“Blue.” He whispers.
“Good.” You reply.
You slowly push into him and he’s already spasming. You run your now cold hands up his chest, feeling every part of him - except his dick of course. You can’t be too generous.
“I won’t be able to fuck my slut, if he doesn’t relax.”
“I-I can’t.” He whispers, his cuffed hands pulling hard.
“Please… Keep t-touching me.” He moans as you slowly push into him more.
You smile, leaning down on one of your hands still groping Satoru’s chest, your other hand cupping the side of his face. You peppered his neck with hickeys, he lets out cute whines and moans that turned you on more.
“You know you keep saying that you can’t take it, but I know you can, my pretty boy.” You whisper against his neck, suddenly pushing all of the remaining inches inside him.
You take your head from his neck and watch as he falls apart in front of you. You take the time and make sure he isn’t in any pain and jerk him off at the same time as he settles down from this sudden gesture.
His entire body flinched and he moaned out a string of curses.
“F-Fuck me!” He exclaimed, breathing hard.
“I am, baby.” You reply with a grin.
You start fucking the strap-on in and out of Satoru at a slow pace. You continue to slowly jerk him off, hoping to drive him mad.
“F-Feels s-so good!” Satoru moans out, his whimpers high-pitched.
“So pretty.” You comment, continuing your slow thrusts.
“Tell me t-that I’m p-pretty more—nnghh!” He whimpers out.
You stayed silent, watching him fall apart.
“P-Pleaseeee!” Satoru moans out.
“Babyyy, p-please! Tell me—mm, f-fuck—that I’m pretty!” He begs, his pretty eyes glassy.
You cup Satoru’s cheek, “Oh, ‘Toru... You’re so pretty. The absolute prettiest.”
You start to speed up your thrusts, as well as your other hand on his cock.
“Oh, f-fuck!” Satoru whimpers out, his hips trying to meet your thrusts.
Satoru seemed to love that word, especially when you fucked him. Hard.
Satoru cries out, “I’m g-gonna—cumm—!”
You completely stop everything you’re doing. Satoru shivers and angrily groans that he couldn’t cum.
“Let me cum (y/n), oh please!” Satoru begs.
“Filthy sluts don’t get to cum. Especially my slut.” Your comment sends shivers down Satoru’s spine.
He shivers.
“Admit it, you were flirting with other women, right in front of me - like the slut you are.” You grumble into his ear, biting onto his earlobe in the process.
Satoru avoids your command and tries to push down on you, so he could fuck himself on you.
You push his hips down onto the bed roughly, causing the strap-on to slip out of his hole. Satoru whines desperately, his hips trying to wiggle out of your grasp.
“I just wanna cum, so badly, baby, please, please, please!” Satoru exclaims.
Your cold breath on his ear gives him goosebumps.
“Admit it, you’re my pretty slut, that likes to flirt with other women to get me to punish you.” You whisper.
Satoru shakes his head repeatedly, “No, I-I’m not a s-slut.”
“Until you admit it, you’re not going to cum ever.” You taunt.
“Noooo!” He cries out as you thrust back into him roughly.
You continue with your quick thrusts, leaving Satoru in a loud moany and drooling mess. You were definitely fucking him up.
Satoru didn’t want to admit it, but you always had the control in your relationship with him - and he loved every second of it.
You were right, he was a slut, flirting with other women to get you to punish him. The crazy thing was that - Satoru had his infinity on, the entire time except whenever he touched you in any way. He hasn’t let any woman touch him for a matter of fact.
He didn’t want to tell you, he wanted to take a punishment.
His cock constantly twitched and slapped onto his stomach because of how hard you were fucking him, and he loved it so much that every second he felt closer to cumming.
Satoru’s noises of pleasure increased both in sound and loudness. You knew he was close, so you stopped again and pulled out of him completely.
It was only the second time edging him and he was breaking so easily into your hands.
Your wish to see him cry from pleasure came true. You watched Satoru cry, and man did he cry so beautifully.
Fuck, he was so damn beautiful. He was always so hard to resist from the very beginning.
You wanted to fuck the cockiness out of him ever since you first met him. And how easily he broke into submission when you started dating. You intimidated Satoru so much.
“(Y/n), please let me cum!” He whined, his thighs shaking from sensitivity.
“Admit it then, slut.” You state coldly.
“Please!” Satoru begged, more tears falling down his face.
You stayed silent, rubbing one finger up his cock tauntingly. His cock easily twitched. He was going to cum a lot when it was time. All he had to do was admit it and then you’d let him cum his heart out.
“Oh please—fuck baby, I-I can’t handle this.” He whimpered out.
“Then, say your safeword.” You say, rubbing both of his thighs soothingly.
“Would you let me cum?” Satoru asks with a desperate look in his eyes.
You smiled, “Nope.”
Without warning, you re-entered him again and repeated what was becoming a repeated step. He needed to admit it. After all, Satoru was basically a cheater. Aware of you being his girlfriend and still flirting with other women during the party.
Of course, you didn’t know Satoru’s true intentions.
“Fuckkkk!” Satoru dragged out in pleasure.
“O-Oh shit, ‘m gonna cum soon!” He warned, his hands in the cuffs fisted tightly.
His hips tried to meet your hard and fast thrusts but to no avail. You had incredible stamina.
“Shit, nnghh, fine! I-I’ll admit it! B-But, no more! I can’t t-take it!” Satoru whined out.
“I’m sure you could, but let me hear it.” You say, running your sharp fingernails up and down his thighs as Satoru tried to calm his breathing.
You waited patiently, looking at him lovingly.
“I’m your pretty slut… that flirted with other women - to get your attention…” Satoru slowly says.
“Such a good boy. And it only took two times of me edging you.” You praise him.
He whined in response. You smiled and re-entered him a third time, making Satoru groan out. You played with his nipples, flicking them as he shivered and moaned your name repeatedly in response. Satoru always was so responsive.
You put both of your hands to work. You were sure to have cramps from overdoing yourself tomorrow. Your hips were moving and both your hands were.
You waited until he was finally cumming, to repeatedly hit his prostate with no warning.
Easily, again, you knew he was about to cum again. You contemplated on playing with Satoru by stopping again and edging him a third time. But, he deserved to cum after finally admitting his crime.
“Can I please cum…?” Satoru begged, his whole body shaking and shivering at this point.
“Of course, you can, ‘Toru.” You say smiling.
“Oh, I love youuu!” Satoru moaned out loudly, his mind completely blanking.
It was such a good thing you didn’t live near anyone close.
“I love you, ‘Toru.” You reply.
“Let me hear those pretty moans from my pretty slut.” You tease and it didn’t mean anything because Satoru couldn’t hold his moans back.
Ropes of cum shoot onto his stomach, his cock bobbing. Satoru’s head was thrown into the pillow underneath him as loud whines, moans, and whimpers exited his mouth.
“So pretty.” You mumble again.
After Satoru finished cumming, his body went limp, his cock still semi-hard. You slowly exited the strap-on out of him and he winced.
You unlock both of the cuffs on his hands and feet and find his wrists both slightly red from tugging repeatedly as well as his ankles.
You take off the strap-on and set it on the bed. Satoru whines as you walk away from the bed into the bathroom to grab towels and ointment.
He had hit his sub drop so quickly than other times. You had to hurry and clean up.
“Calm down, ‘Toru, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You soothe him, coming back into the room and cleaning him off gently.
Satoru still whines and mumbles your name, his eyes barely open.
As you clean off the strap-on, Satoru clings onto you, hugging you from the back. You finish cleaning it and set it down back on the bed.
“Let’s go to bed, ‘Toru.” You say, taking his hand and bringing him into your actual shared bedroom.
You get into the bed and beckon him to rest his head in your lap. Satoru listens without a word. You gently run your hands through his hair.
Satoru finally speaks and what he says makes your eyes slightly widen, “My infinity was on the entire time I was with any other woman, except you. I’d never let another woman touch me. Ever. I confess that I wanted a punishment, I hadn’t gotten one in awhile.”
You only hum in understanding, but you didn’t regret fucking his mind into oblivion.
“Love you, (y/n).” He whispers, drifting off to sleep.
“I love you, Satoru.” You whisper, bending down to place a kiss on his head.
a/n: there is my first one-shot on tumblr. the wc was about 3.1K, i’ve actually never written that much on a one-shot, but here you guys go! i’m thinking of writing a submissive sukuna one, or would that be too unrealistic? i feel like he would be a really bratty sub…
click here for my masterlist(s).
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