Not So Tough Cookie

continuation of this.

★ thinking about choso who, despite having only recently lost his virginity to you, easily has the highest sex drive out of any of your previous partners.

he's practically always raring to go, no matter where you are, what time it is, or who you're surrounded by — it all blends into nothing more than mere background noise, the only coherent thought left in his mind being that he needs to have you.

he doesn't know exactly what happened... but ever since his first time with you, it's like a switch he never even knew was there has flipped, leaving him physically unable of going even a few hours without feeling your sweet warmth wrapped around him.

and he'll be all desperate and whiny about it to begin with, pale cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and clammy hands fiddling restlessly with the sleeves of his shirt as he timidly asks if the two of you can go someplace more private.

but the moment you're behind closed doors, it's just like that night all over again, with choso swiftly pinning you to the nearest wall and unforgivingly jackhammering the entire length of his cock up into you over and over again, all the while grunting incoherent words against the shell of your ear.

and if you do manage to make out any of his slurred speech, it'll usually be along the lines of "couldn't help myself, you just looked s'good today." or "i-i think you've ruined me... all i can t-think about anymore is being inside this tight, perfect little pussy. 's not fair."

it's almost like having two entirely different boyfriends; the usual shy, quiet version of him that hides behind you during conversations with strangers — and the rough, overly vocal version of him that only rears its not-so-ugly head while he's fucking you.

not that you'll ever be caught complaining. because after all, it's like having the best of both worlds.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎

passenger princess. ⋆ putting you to bed with no complaints. ⋆ he’s got that good fucking dick. ⋆ putting you in a mating press. ⋆ giving toji a sloppy bj. ⋆ using you as his fuck toy.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

he’s such a dumb puppy. ⋆ his favorite gamer girl. ⋆ bottoming out n cumming. ⋆ choso spooning you. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ fucking you on his gaming table. ⋆ how he wakes you up.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

prettily sucking dick. ⋆ pathetically grinding on his boot. ⋆ nanami with a hidden oral fixation. ⋆ smacking your backside. ⋆ cowgirl ver of ‘you’re just a girl.’ ⋆ riding him in cute lingerie.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

kinky shit with gojo. ⋆ going down on him. ⋆ fucking your holes. ⋆ reversed cowgirl. ⋆ doggy with the bear he got you. ⋆ bouncing on his dick. ⋆ delicious backshots. ⋆ fucking you in a maid costume.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

satisfying ghostface with your tongue. ⋆ messy deepthroat. ⋆ fucking in his car. ⋆ gun kink. ⋆ he’s got you chained up. ⋆ such a squishy ass. ⋆ hitting it on them janky ass seats. ⋆ riding him.

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

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megumi doesn’t notice at first. or maybe he does, but he just assumes you’re cold because, well, it’s winter. everyone’s cold.

but then spring rolls around. then summer. and somehow, your hands are still ice cold every time he touches them.

“why are your hands always freezing?” he asks one day, frowning as you casually reach for your drink. you shrug like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“dunno. just how i am, i guess.”

he stares at you like you just told him you’re actually a lizard in disguise. “that’s not normal.”

“it’s fine,” you say, waving him off. “i’ve always been like this.”

he clearly does not think it’s fine. and you know this because, after that conversation, megumi suddenly starts holding your hands a lot.

like, all the time.

walking down the street? he slips his fingers between yours and acts like it’s nothing, even though you know he’s doing it just to warm up your hands.

lounging at home? he’ll wordlessly grab your hands and tuck them under his hoodie, keeping them pressed against his stomach.

watching a movie? he doesn’t even ask anymore—he just pulls you into his side, traps you under a blanket, and subtly rubs circles into your palms like he’s trying to bring you back to life.

you don’t comment on it. because, honestly? it’s kinda nice.

and if it means getting megumi to be a little extra affectionate with you? well. you’re not complaining.

$hit TOJI would say when he:

<Shitty day at work edition>

❥Picks you up from work:

You get in the parked vehicle, slamming the door to his expensive car just a little too roughly. You were tense and had a shitty day. He could tell from the exhausted blank look in your eyes. His heavy hand rests on your thigh and he gives it a nice comforting squeeze.

“Wanna take it out on my dick once we get home?”, he asked shamelessly, caring in his own unusual way.

And you just give him a nod.

❥Eating you out:

Face buried between your thighs, his tongue licking and digging into your folds, making you tremble within minutes of him starting.

“You get so wet when ya pissed”.

“That's it doll. Release all that stress on my tongue. Cum for me”

❥Riding him:

Riding him nice and hard while still wearing your work blouse. His dick getting sore as you ain't just riding him, you are slamming your hips and rotating with each drop, making sure his cock kisses all the right spots. His arms folded and hands resting behind his head as he appreciated his length disappearing and reappearing from your hungry pussy.

“Such a greedy pussy. So hot watching it swallow my fat dick.”

“We would make some hot porn, don’t ya think? With a pussy like that, I would jerk off to that”.

“Fuck doll, hear that? your pussy back talkin’ me”.

❥Cumming inside you:

His hips match your downward thrusts. The tip of his cock inches deep as he paints your inner walls a nice coat of cream.

“Fuck, milk that cock babe. Gonna cum so good for ya”.

“Ah shit….. shit! Babe….babe……BABE!!!”

Toji overstimulated as you continued to ride his spastic sensitive cock, not a pace slower, a thick layer of his white creamy release coating his entire length.

“Quit that shitty ass job. Let Toji take care of ya, doll”.

gojo loves your thighs a little too much.

it gets to be a nuisance when you're so pent up and you just want him to fuck you, fill you out, but he's so preoccupied with sliding his thick cock between your thighs that he's sending himself mindless on top of you.

"satoru," you have to whine, "just fuck me."

"but your thighs feel so goooood, baby," he's a mess, squeezing your thighs together to almost emulate the feeling of being balls deep inside of your cunt. your skin is sticky with sweat and precum and your boyfriend is rutting against you like your insides aren't on offer. "please can i cum like this? i'll get hard again so quick and fuck you nice and deep, i promise."

and your dork of a boyfriend extends his pinky finger out to you in promise. you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you link your pinky with his and watch as he starts frantically fucking your thighs. the prettiest of moans rolling from his lips and into the sex-heavy air around you.

when he cums, it's loud and raw and with stuttering hips and you don't know how but you swear you feel a slight coil in your stomach too. his pleasure is your pleasure, you guess. he's releasing himself all over your thighs and immediately forcing them apart so he can clean you up himself with his tongue. sucking the fat of your thighs into his mouth, biting down and rolling his tongue over the indentations left behind by his teeth...

and then, a sweet kiss to your pussy. "you're next."

what a dork.

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

yakuza boss!Fushiguro Toji x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. "sign and I will pay your debts … on one condition“ he has a smirk on his face as he hands you a pen, he may be a dangerous man but there is something about him that makes you trust him

cw. big dick!Toji, size kink, fingering, squirting, oral, nipple playing, creampie, car sex, mating press, praise, use of ‘daddy’ (2-3), manhandling + final plot twist | wc. 6k

an. the story takes place in one month — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

Mornings at work have always been hectic but today with the arrival of the boss everyone is on edge. Everything has to be perfect.

Becoming the secretary of the construction company after only a few months of being hired was really a godsend. But this meant that you had to take care of even the smallest things. Your co-workers came to you for everything, but you were grateful that you were able to gain their trust and create a solid team to work with. A second family.

”How’s your dad?“ the voice of one of your coworkers wakes you up from your thoughts. They had been so kind when your father had been taken to the hospital a few days earlier. The last period you had been swamped with work and his old heart had not held up. ”He’s better, the doctors are keeping him under control“ you smile relieved and she gives a wide smile as if to reassure you. ”Your old man has been here for many years and has never shown a moment of weakness, he’ll make it back to us“ she chuckles and you can’t help but feel proud of the way your colleagues talk about your father.

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『NEED YOU, DADDY』 | Bokuto Koutarou

WARNINGS: age gap, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, breeding, praising, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, mentions of pregnancy.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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dilf!bokuto who forgot to date someone because of his focus on his career, especially when he was getting ready to retire.

it’s been so long since he’s been in someone’s bed and it’s killing him. he blames it on his job, and maybe it was, but the main reason is his insecurities.

bokuto doesn’t have the defined abs he had in his early twenties, now the muscles blend with the small fat of his ‘dad body’.

he often finds spots of flaccid skin around his hips and he hates it. his hard chest is now soft and flabby (a perfect pillow ff you ask me), he misses his old athletic body.

even with a special workout program made by his friend iwaizumi, he still cannot go back to the way he was years ago.

and he can’t bring himself to take someone home when he looks like that.

but then, his daughter comes to visit during her college break with a friend she met on campus, who coincidentally lived in the same neighborhood as her yet they’ve never met before. and as you take your first steps into the bokuto household, koutarou is sure he’s fucked.

you’re so sweet and kind, extremely polite as you greet your friend’s father, but he could see there was something else behind your gaze.

after all, how could you not peak your interest in him when he's like that? welcoming you into his house so warmly, big grin on his face as he pulls you to a tight hug. wearing slightly tight briefs that give you a glimpse of how his shaft rests on his thigh, broad back moving under his shirt. it is hard to be satisfied with just watching.

he sees the way you side eye him as he cooks some snacks for y’all, subtly flexing his biceps a little more (cause he’s a show off). and he totally sees the mini skirt you wear when you come visit them the next day.

you bump into him when you go to the kitchen to get some soda, and press your chest on his to get through the space between the counter and the island, even though there’s enough space for both of you.

bokuto gulps as you bend over to take a better look at what’s in the bottom of his fridge, giving him a clear sight of your red lacy panties.

he chokes on his tea and he blushes as you turn around to face him, fake worry on your face and innocent eyes, asking if he was okay, acting as if nothing had happened.

a few days later, his kid goes to her mother’s house and he finds himself alone again. that is, until he hears a few knocks on the door.

you stand by his door frame with a pack of beer cans and a few snacks. he invites you in and you set yourselves in his living room. an unsaid knowledge of just why you're there falls into the air of his house as your eyes meet.

your body language says it all: legs crossed towards him, torso leaned to hear him better, hand brushing on his thigh every now and then.

and he wants to give you what you want, but he can't help but overthink.

you're a young, beautiful, and hot, girl, didn't you deserve a guy who's body could be just as good-looking as yours?

"you know, bokuto-san, it's really hard to find good boys out there." you say, fidgeting with the metal seal of your can. "most of the guys on campus are assholes."

"having boy problems, sweetheart?"

"yeah." you sigh. "i just- i need a mature man." you lock eyes with him, showing him slight puppt eyes under your long lashes. "i need someone who's able to take care of me, bokuto-san. 'm tired of spending so many nights alone, cold." he feels your hand crailing up his knee and suddenly the room starts to get a little hotter. "when akane told me you're alone too, i could barely believe it. how could such a handsome, lovely man not be with someone? i'm sure you also need a someone to take care of you too, bokuto-san."

your hand stops by the top of his thigh, dangerously close to his already half hard length. you lean in slowly, like a snake seducing its prey. bokuto finds himself hypnotized, totally devoted to your charms.

"so i thought, why don't we help each other out?"

you can see his expression of hesitation and somewhat fear, and it's amusing to see that big, strong man submitting to you so easily.

you slip your free hand up his shirt and brush your lips on his ear as you continue.

"tell me, bokuto-san, if i'm a good girl for you, will you be a good man for me too?"

koutarou can only gulp, he can't believe he's crumbling to a girl who's his daughter's age, yet, he can't deny the burning desire in his chest and pants.

"you don't know what you're messing with, sweetheart." he warns.

"i'm willing to find out... daddy."

you start to kiss his neck, climbing on his lap while you do so.

"shit..." you roll your hips back and forth softly, only making his erection harder.

you begin to pull his shirt out of him but he stops you. you look up to him and he avoids your gaze, however, you catch a glimpse of his reddish cheeks.

"no need to get shy on me, handsome." you say, delivering a kiss to his jaw.

he lets go of your hands and you take the cloth off him, displaying his scrumptious upper body. bokuto still keeps looking to the side, fearing you might change your mind now. but he's surprised as you let your hands wander around his body and return your attention to his neck, leaving hickeys and bites all over it.

"you're so sexy, daddy, fuck."

it's overwhelming, the feeling of your hot hands on his skin, the friction between your bodies, your lips on his neck, it's too much, and it's too good.

his hands find your waist and his head spins at how tiny it seems under his big hands. however it is short lasted as you take his wrists and guide him to grab your ass.

you whimper as he grops on it, pressing you harder on him.

"let me take care of you, daddy."

you lower your legs to kneel on the floor before him but he cups your cheeks before you do so. air is stolen from your lungs as he kisses you roughly, tongue deep in your mouth, exploring it. you kiss him back with just as much hunger, and moan against his lips as he completely dominates you.

the kiss that is rough but you can still feel some tenderness in it, like there’s something more to it than just lust.

you laugh under your breath when you pull away, still with a string of saliva connecting both lips. you give him one last peck before kneeling in front of him.

koutarou spreads his legs wider and you put your hands on his knees, then catch the band of his sport shots with your teeth.

"you're quite a tease, aren't you, doll?"

you smirk at the new pet name and pull his shots along with his underwear down. his throbbing dick slaps his abdomen, your eyes going wide and throat gulping as you acknowledge his size.

“oh, c’mon, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. wasn’t this what you wanted?” he smirks smugly. “i told you you didn’t know what you were messing with.”

koutarou leans in and catches your lips in another kiss while he guides you to stand on your knees.

“get on the coffee table, all in fours.” he mumbles against you.

you do as you’re told, pushing the snacks and beer cans away to make space. once you’re in position, bokuto folds your dress upwards so it’s sitting on your waist, and pushes your panties to the side. he presses his thumb in your entrance just slightly, then drags your precum along your folds, wetting your puffy cunt.

“what a preyty little pussy,” he hums, delivering little kisses to the swell of your ass. “wonder if daddy’s big cock is gonna fit in here.”

you start whimpering as he teases you, slowly stroking you and lazily rubbing your clit.

“d- daddy…” you whine, begging for more.

he licks a long stripe on your arousal, making you gasp at the sudden feeling. his thumb slips into your fluttering hole as he attacks your labia and clitoris.

koutarou eats you out like a starved man, and well, he is. the former ace’s always been more of a giver than a taker and he can’t remember the last time he had his face buried between someone’s legs, your sweet taste on his tongue only makes him more and more feral as the seconds passes by, he feels himself eager to make you scream just from his tongue.

“fuck, daddy! so good!”

your wetness drips down his chin and a little on his chest. the sounds echoing from his mouth and your stupidly wet cunt are hopelessly sloppy, echoing through the whole room.

he replaces his thrusting thumb with his tongue, fucking you with precision.

with one hand on your hips he keeps you still, and uses the other to stroke his pulsating dick.

“ah! daddy! gonna make me cum!”

he laughs at your whining. minutes ago you were acting tough all over him and now he can see your legs trembling.

bokuto lets go of his cock for a moment and grabs your hips with both hands, pressing you even harder on his mouth so he can taste you roughly.

your orgasm comes hard and without a notice you’re shaking and making a true mess on your friend’s father.

“fuck.” you mumble, struggling to keep yourself standing.

koutarou hugs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap on the couch again, quickly taking your dress and panties off of you. he keeps a hand stroking your sensitive and swollen clit while the other bumps his length.

“i want you, need you, daddy.” you say, snuggling your face on his neck.

“let me grab a con-”

“no. I want it raw. I want to feel all of you.”

“are you sure, pretty?” you nod. "i need words."

you lower your hand to meet his and grasp his cock, running your hand up and down firmly.

"i am sure, papí. want to feel you inside me, can't you feel how wet i am for you?"

his hand catches your neck harshly, bringing you to a kiss.

"there's no coming back now, sweetheart."

you lift yourself and align his dick on your entrance, then place both hands on his shoulders. he spreads your thighs and slowly thrusts upwards, stretching your walls as your nails dig on his skin.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, daddy! 's so big."

"shit." bokuto closes his eyes shut as he bottoms out, feeling out of air as you clamp on him so tight he can't move an inch. “so fucking tight.”

his mind gets foggy, it almost hurts how much he wants to ram into you without worrying about anything else but painting your soft insides white. he stays still for a while, allowing you to get used to his size and him to tune down his hunger.

after a few minutes, koutarou starts to pull out and you look down to where your bodies meet. you start to feel empty as his tip is the only thing you left inside you.

he thrusts in roughly and unwarningly and a loud moan escapes your lips. your fingers tangle themselves on his black and white strands, pulling them back as pleasure takes over your core.

bokuto pulls out slowly, but pushes himself in quickly, stealing lewd sounds from you and your sweetly welcoming hole.

“this pussy’s perfect, one of the best i ever had.” he groans and you blush at the praise. “daddy’s cock fits perfectly, doesn’t it?” you hum in affirmation, unable to speak since each thrust of his steals the air from your lungs.

he picks up his pace, turning you into nothing but a moaning mess. his body is hot under yours and the way your tiddies bounce in unison with his movements makes his head spin.

“‘m gonna cum.” he warns.

his hips start to stutter a bit and you move your own body up and down, meeting his thrusts.

“cum inside me, papí. want your load. wanna make you a daddy again.”

“oh, fuck it.”

koutarou throws away anything that was holding him back.

he lifts you out of him and throws you to the side, landing in your elbows and knees in the leather couch.

you turn your head back to question him but you’re roughly pushed back to the couch. his calloused hand is wrapped around your neck, pushing you down as he suddenly starts to fuck you from behind.

“you want me to fill this pretty pussy? want to carry my babies?” the sound of skin clapping must be echoing in the whole house now, along with your screams of pleasure. “i’ll knock you up so good you’ll feel my cum in your tummy for days.”

bokuto hits your soft walls with precision, kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you start to clench around him, bringing both of you closer to your climaxes.

“daddy!”

you squirm and shake under him creaming around his dick. he moans at the sensation and he fucks your cum back inside you without direction. all it takes is a few more thrusts and he's cumming deep inside you.

he looks down to see the absolute mess you two made. your juices drip down his balls and thighs, he pulls out slowly to see even more of his white load slipping out of your fluttering cunt.

the sight is mesmerizing, he thinks, but it's still not enough.

he takes the cum with his fingers and push it back into you. you whimper as he does so, only indulging the feeling in his twitching dick.

bokuto turns you to lay on your back and pushes your legs to your chest in a matting press, taking no time to align his hard cock to your entrance again.

he shoves himself inside you in the same crazy pace as before, lips brushing against yours as he mumbles about how good you feel.

after a while, you can't remember how many times you came, all you can feel is his load making your thighs sticky, the sensitivity in your whole body and your lips pulsating.

"just one more, sweetheart, let me fill your needy cunt just once more." this is probably the third time he said it would be the last. you can't even find it in yourself to say something, you definitelydon't want to deny him but a little break would be good. "you're doing so good, little girl. you look the prettiest like this." he says between kisses.

the more he fucked into you, the more sweet and tender he became, not with his dick, of course, but with his words and kisses. he made you feel precious, pretty, special even, and you figure there must be way more to your friend's father than just a big shaft and hot body.

bokuto wipes the tears off your face with small pecks, slightly smiling when he feels your arms and legs wrap around him in a tight hug.

"there, there, sweetie." he coos. "relax, you did so good. c'mon."

he grabs your underwear from the side and slips it in your legs, then gently taps your now covered pussy, as if congratulating it for its hard work.

he picks you up in his arms, takes you upstairs to his room, and lays you gently on the bed. he goes back downstairs to get you some water then joins you in his king side mattress.

koutarou holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back up and down and massaging your sore and bruised skin. he falls asleep a little after you do, satisfied to know that once he wakes up, not only your pussy will still be dripping his seed but he'll be able to fuck it back into you all over again.

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𝐁𝐅𝐅 & 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍! 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 | random drabble MDNI

thinking about bestfriend! and virgin! yuji showing you his cock for the first time so that you'll show him what you look like underneath your clothes....

you had never seen a dick before and it somehow came out in conversation and your ever so eager best friend yuji quickly came up with a solution for your problem.

he wagered with you beforehand of course - telling you he had never seen a pussy (does porn count??) and well look at that! he had a dick.. you had a pussy... if only you both showed each other what it looked like.

and somehow the heavens granted him his wish and you were nodding, eagerly awaiting for his cock that sprung against his stomach - already hard from the idea of his best friend and long time crush seeing his pulsing dick - his tip pushing out a small bead of pre cum as your eyes shot open from the view.

"w-wow!" you said, studying his length a little too intensely. his stomach heaved and his cock bobbed along with it, coughing and spluttering as your face came closer to get a better look. his tip was red and his dick had one thick vein throbbing on the underside of his cock. you had nothing to base it off of but from your knowledge of your girl friend's gossip it had to be a pretty good looking dick. (not that you would say that to him. that's awkward... right?) it was long and decently thick....

"s-so..." yuji spoke, tucking his dick back into his pants; his cheeks a little red from your unexpected thorough inspection before sitting back onto the couch.

"oh.. right," you said, getting up yourself and sliding your pants and underwear down upon remembering your deal.

his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at what greeted him. your pussy was definitely the cutest he had ever seen (again, does porn count???) all soft and inviting...

"can i touch it?" he murmured and you slapped away his approaching finger.

"i thought we were looking and not touching... i didn't get to touch yours!" you whined at the unfairness.

"well... yours is hiding," he responded in a matter of fact way and you couldn't exactly argue.

"fine.." you grumbled, "but i'll do it," taking two fingers you spread your lips apart, allowing yuji to see the velvety skin of your labia. now it was your turn to become insecure upon watching your friend study your anatomy - his hands reaching to pull you closer by your hips; causing you to trip over your feet while he desperately tried to get a better look. you let him examine in silence, your heart beating wildly from the lack of words your usually chatty friend had. you took your fingers away before clearing your throat, "i think you have a good idea now..."

he nodded and you both sat in silence on the couch - unsure of what to say.

"well that was..." he began and you cut into his sentence.

"awkward."

"-nice," yuji coughed to cover up his answer. "y-yeah.. awkward." his hand reached to scratch the back of his head.