Innocence Part 2

Innocence Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Metkayina reader. Reader is 18, Neteyam is aged up to 19. Part 3 in the works. 

Summary:  You’re the youngest daughter of Tonowari and are very sheltered and innocent. After you’re punished for sneaking away with Neteyam, you worry about when you’ll see him next. 

Warnings: Angry parents, mature themes, size kink, fingering, slight dacryphillia, awkwardness? I’m not really sure how to write warnings but there you go.  Please keep in mind I have 0 experience writing the scenes at all, so they may be super awkward. I apologize in advance. 

word count: 9,593 

Notes: I tried getting this out asap, so there may be some grammatical or spelling errors. I tried to tag as many people as I could, so I’m very sorry if i missed you! Once again, I want to thank all of you for the amazing response to part 2!!! I really, really hope this lives up to your expectations and is as good as the first part :) Also, I use a dictionary I found online for most Na’vi words, but they don’t have a word for punishment, so I used the French word for revenge. 

As the ilu came around the bend, finally nearing Awa’atlu, you felt your stomach drop. You could see the red glow of the torches from here, surprised to see so many of your clan out this late. They should have been at home eating or sleeping, not out here searching for you. 

“Oh Great Mother,” You groaned. “The whole village is still awake.” 

Neteyam stopped the animal in the shallow water just outside the village. The two of you reluctantly dismounted. You brushed the hair out of your face as you stood from the water, and started towards the village. A hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movements.  

“Y/n, look at me.” Neteyam tugged you around to face him, his hand coming to hold your cheek. “No matter what happens tonight, we will be okay. They might try to punish me, they might try to keep you from me, but I will come back to you as many times as I have to.” 

He hoped you could tell how serious he was. He had never felt this way about anyone, and Neteyam could only pray that you felt the same. “I know that Eywa has fated us to meet,” He placed his hand on your chest, over the space where your heart beat. “I can feel it, here.” He tapped the spot, drawing a short, dry laugh from you. 

He pulled you into his arms for a tight hug, arms around your neck. You instinctively melted into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his body and pressing your head to his chest. Having Neteyam’s arms around you made you feel safe, cherished. He was so gentle with you, holding you like he thought you were going to float away if he let go.

“Y/n?” Your sister’s voice brought you back down to earth. You quickly pulled away from Neteyam, turning to face her. 

She rushed over to you and yanked you into a hug. “Where have you been? We have been looking for you everywhere.” Her voice was relieved, glad you were home safe. Tsireya pulled back a bit and her gaze shot towards the Omatikaya boy standing stiffly behind you. “What are you doing with him?” She was confused, eyebrows furrowed as she looked to you for answers.

“Are you okay?” She asked, voice dropping to a low whisper.   

You thought about lying to her, but Tsireya was the one person you had never been able to keep secrets from. She would see through any story you tried to tell her. Instead, you reached for her hand and attempted to explain yourself. “Sister, it is not what you think. You know mom and dad never let me do anything, and I knew if I asked to leave they would say no….” You trailed off, giving her a meek smile.

“He’s my friend.” 

Tsireya was relieved that nothing terrible had happened. However, she knew how trusting you could be; You never questioned other people’s intentions, choosing to only see the best in them. She worried that he had taken advantage of you. 

“Have you mated with him?” Her question was aimed at you but her eyes were focused wearily on Neteyam.

The man in question was quick to defend your honor. “No! We have done nothing like that.”

You felt your ears begin to warm. You didn’t think you guys had done anything bad, but your activities early had felt special, private, and…kind of dirty.

But you knew, or rather you thought you knew, that mating was the forming of tsaheylu, which you guys hadn’t done. So you hastily agreed with Neteyam.

Your sister’s eyes widened as she looked between the two of you, inspecting the red hue on your ears and the sheepish look on Neteyam’s face.

“But you did something, didn’t you?” You assumed she was referring to the way Neteyam had touched you earlier, and you remembered him briefly mentioning “potential mates.” Did she mean to ask if you kissed? This whole process was confusing, and you made a mental note to ask her later. 

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〈 loosen up 〉

Sanemi x Reader x Giyu

Note: I can’t stop thinking about this really specific idea.

Additional note: it’s literally been 2 months since I touched this draft & idk where past me was taking it… but the show must go on so here it is.

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In an effort to smooth things over between the two men, Tengen suggested that everyone goes out clubbing. You thought it was kind of ridiculous considering neither Sanemi nor Giyu would ever step foot in such a place. That was… until Shinobu presented it as a challenge, leaving no room for the two men to deny unless they wanted to be known as cowards.

That’s how you ended up here, in the middle of a crowded dance floor, stuck between both men.

The night had started off innocently enough, everyone was dressed accordingly and ready to forget the week’s tension. By the third round of drinks, you’d already lost Mitsuri and Obanai somewhere in the club. Tengen and his wives were off on the dance floor and Shinobu was having some sort of conversation with Kyojuro and Gyomei.

This left you alone with the two feuding men, sending glares to each other over the tops of their liquor. ”you know… it must be fucking exhausting putting this much effort into hating each other.” neither man spoke, instead they everted their gaze to anywhere that wasn’t each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was sexual tension.” You forced a sip of your drink in order not to laugh.

Both men turned to look at you again with break neck speeds, as if you had just uttered the most asinine statement they had ever heard. Honestly, you may have. “Why the fuck would you say something like that?” Sanemi’s voice was a harsh whisper, yet you were still able to hear him perfectly over the pounding music. “Because you two have so much tension it’s almost unbearable to be around the both of you. I think fucking each other would be more effective than fighting.”

You couldn’t lie, the drinks were making you feel some type of way. But of course you couldn’t let either of them know that. You had caught their attention in the worst way possible, Giyu’s mouth hung open slightly as his eyes shifted between you and Sanemi. “What makes you think i’d ever even kiss him.” You freeze, eyes locking with Sanemi before flicking over to Giyu who’s mouth now hung wide open.

“That’s fucking rude.” Giyu barked back, brows furrowing in genuine offense. Maybe you weren’t the only one feeling a certain way because of the drinks. “I’m un-kissable?” He added after Sanemi didn’t budge. You were waiting for some sort of smart ass remark to follow, instead it was a genuine question. Sanemi’s head tilted, smirking a bit as he spoke. “Well… i imagine you have no skills in that area whatsoever.”

“Are you implying he’s a virgin?” Of course, the drink returned to your lips in effort not to laugh. This time, Sanemi burst out laughing, completely missing the way Giyu’s face was turning red. “I’m not a fucking virgin.” Giyu’s words didn’t really help Sanemi’s laughing, the scar covered man nearly doubled over in his seat.

"When is the last time you fucked someone? huh, Shinazugawa? Tell me how long it's been." You couldn't lie, you'd never seen Giyu that mad. Your eyes shot over to Sanemi, watching the man stop laughing as he slowly straightened. "Last month actually." There was an air of confidence in his posture as Sanemi leaned back, reaching for his drink and bringing it to his lips.

"Last month." you echoed, trying to figure out who the person could have been. It must have been a one night stand because Shinazugawa wasn't actively pursuing anyone as far as you remembered... unless. "Don't tell me it was Kocho's sister!" You had already forgotten about why this conversation had started in the first place. Giyu on the other hand only seemed to be getting more worked up with each passing second he was ignored.

“No it wasn’t Kanae! I’d never!” He was turning red anyways. A scoff caught your attention again, head turning to see Giyu getting up from the table. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” You we’re starting to get up as well, not willing to let Giyu leave just as things were getting interesting. “I’m leaving.” Deadpanned, as always. “No the fuck you aren’t, we aren’t done here.” Sanemi was throwing the rest of his drink back as he stood.

Once again, both men were locked in a staring competition. "We aren’t done here? What are you? My fucking dad?” You held in a laugh, eagerly anticipating Sanemi’s response. “What the fuck does that even mean? I’m calling you a fucking pussy for running away from this conversation.” Your eyebrow raised, eyes darting between the two men as you feared the conversation would turn into a brawl rather than the threesome you were secretly hoping for.

“I’m a pussy? What are you, twelve? What kind of insult is that?” You watched a scowl quirk at the corners of Sanemi’s lips. “What is with your stupid ass questions about who I am? Figure yourself the fuck out cause you’re pissing me off.” They were getting closer, so close their chests were nearly touching. “I think the offer to fuck still stands.” You seemed to pull them from their daze. “Better yet! How about we dance, Hmm?”

“Dance?” Sanemi was looking at you as if you sprouted mushrooms from your head. “We’re in a club, we’ll get kicked out if you two start fighting so why don’t we just get… all this pent up energy out on the dance floor instead?” To your shock, Giyu was grabbing your arm and leading you away from Sanemi. That’s where you were now… your back pressed to Sanemi while your front was pressed to Giyu.

“Still angry?” You nearly purred, one hand pressed firmly to Giyu’s chest while your hips swayed with Sanemi’s. “Shush.” Giyu was struggling to maintain eye contact, even in the dark dance floor with only colorful LEDs and lasers to see his face. You couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of Sanemi’s hands on your waist, his hips swaying with yours as he held you tightly to him. If you weren’t mistaken, you were beginning to feel something a bit…

“Are you really getting off to this, Shinazugawa?” Giyu taunted over the top of your head, smirking as he pulled you just a bit closer to him. “Sure fucking am? Why wouldn’t I?” The man behind you held no shame, even as your face began burning up he continued to gloat. “You’d probably have come by now if our roles were reversed. Y/n needs a man who can last more than thirty seconds… Tomioka.” You groaned, it seems their bickering would never end.

“Is that a fucking challenge?” Giyu’s hands were lowering to where Sanemi held your waist, eyebrow cocking upwards in defiance. “What? To see who can last longer? By all fucking means… so long as you’re okay with it?” Sanemi’s voice was in your ear now, earning a desperate shiver in response. “Oh… why not… just not here… I’d rather it be in someone’s bed.”

i love nasty armin.

study games, armin arlert

no one really knew how armin managed to bag you.

you were probably the baddest bitch in the entire school—no, you were—and there was without a doubt always a set of eyes on you no matter what you did in that building. always showing up with a fresh set of braids or even a new lace front, brand new filled lashes and acrylics that you liked to keep trendy from the 90’s—you always looked good.

you were a living bratz doll because fuck barbie.

so you could see how everyone found it a complete shock when you walked in to school and immediately found your way to armin’s locker kissing him good morning in front his friends.

“hey baby, i made this for you,” you smiled up at him brightly, your braces matching the color of your hot pink hair. you handed him a container of food that you proudly made the night before; what you’d usually eat for your lunch period and remembered that you’d promised your boyfriend a plate of.

eren and connie watch in complete shock as armin mutters something to you with a smile and peck your lips with a bright blush on his face.

i appreciate you so much, is what he told you.

“dude—“ connie grabbed armin back by his collar the moment you kissed his cheek and walked away. “what the fuck what that?”

armin doesn’t wait till lunch to start smacking down on your delicious food. “my fucking girlfriend made me lunch?” armin spoke with a mouthful of oxtail and rice in confusion.

“no shit—how is she your girlfriend?” eren asked, causing the blonde to roll his eyes. “no seriously. how the fuck did you get hot ass y/n to date you?”

good dick, armin wanted to say badly.

but instead he shrugged and took another mouthful of food. “being funny goes a long way.”

but that was three years ago, and now you both were seniors in college; still in love. over time your style started to dye down and you hadn’t realized that you were actually subconsciously matching your style with armin’s until you noticed that you hadn’t had colorful hair or worn excessive jewelry in months. your hair was natural, simple colors, having being ginger for the past year or so.

you still had your nails done sparkly and your lashes cute as ever, but you actually dressed a lot like him. your love for miniskirts gave out a few months ago, but you still enjoyed your platform boots. instead, you were wearing more button downs over your skirts if you did wear them, and blazer jackets with stockings and some small platform shoes. you dressed like a cute schoolgirl now.

armin actually hadn’t noticed the similarities in your style either until you asked him where your favorite shirt of his was so you could wear it to school. of course with high pink cheeks, the boy dug into his dresser and pulled out your favorite shirt that you loved to see on him. armin loved how you were your own entity of femininity. you were never afraid to wear gallons of perfume or fix your makeup in the middle of class—even if it wasn’t the time. you were different from the other girls at school. he loved you for it.

the truth was; armin made you feel safe. you were defensive as hell when he became your chemistry tutor, not because you were rude but because you were socially awkward when it came to new people getting to know you. but once you actually got to know armin outside of school, you actually preferred his quiet aura much more than the messy ones beside you. the football team, the cheerleaders; they all gave you migraines.

“you know what white boy, you ain’t so bad after all,” you grinned at armin when you finally started to get a set of practice questions right. “i like you.”

little did you know that, that like would turn into love and adore barely a year later. armin allowed you to be vulnerable in his grasp. a lot of people tried to look into your relationship from the outside and had no idea why you were going out with such a nerd, but he really balanced your personality all the way out.

he was the sensible one between you both. you wanted to impulse shop with whatever money you made from your job and armin compromised with you that he’ll buy whatever you wanted with his own money as long as you saved yours to buy the more important things you actually needed like the car you desperately needed to get to classes.

you wanted to fight someone for disrespecting you? usually armin was there to hold your earrings and make sure your necklaces dont snap, but he also tried to calm you down and deescalate the situation most of the time. although your anger wasn’t directly toward him, with a glare, you’d leave whatever environment you were in and hold his hand tight in attempt to not run back and run up on the bitch that tried you.

his quietness matched your expressiveness. you weren’t even ‘loud’. but if you were passionate about something, you were going to make sure them people heard you. and armin always heard you. he always listened. whether it was about breaking a nail in gym or simply feeling like you weren’t smart enough for whatever STEM class you took that semester—your man always made you feel like you were in a safe space. you were able to be yourseld aeohnd him.

and boy—when he saw you without any braids or a wig on—it’s safe to say that you two solidified your future marriage.

armin was perfect for you and you could care less about who had what to say. at the end of the day—the pipe was good as fuck.

people overlook armin because he’s a nerd and keeps to himself, but he’s super tall and skinny compared to you so just know that third leg is fucking insane!!

like truly. you weren’t even sure how you survived the first time having sex with him. you expected armin to be a little unexperienced, but that boy knew what the hell to do okay !! he knew just how to touch your body and where. he knew your stressors, your pleasure spots, and even areas that you didnt even know you could feel good in.

your sex life was perfect.

but there were times where you’d finish your homework ahead of time (really not at all) and armin would always do his work with you perched up in his lap. usually you’d listen to music and fall asleep against his chest as he worked out his study problems, but today was different. you were needy.

“baby,” you whined from armin’s lap. he mindlessly ignored you as he stared down at his homework on the table. his large hand rested comfortably underneath your shirt, holding onto your breast for comfort like he usually did unconsciously. “‘min,”

“hmm?” armin looks up at you with the pair of innocent eyes that you always managed to fall in love with.

“take a break,” you tried to encourage. “i’m bored and you’re not helping.”

letting out a breathless laugh, armin began rubbing his pale hand against the deep brown of your skin as he spoke. “yeah? where’s your homework, dove?”

you rolled your eyes. you didn’t want to think about homework right now; you wanted your boyfriend to stuff you to the brim and fill you like he had no more left to give.

you ignore armin’s question and get straight to the point. “fuck me,” you whisper with a pout, pulling his head into your chest. “please baby.”

“one more question?” armin teased. he knew how bad you needed him, but he just liked watching you beg. he enjoyed the fact that there were equal dynamics in your relationship. he let you do whatever you wanted outside the bedroom but in??? oh you were all his. you did whatever the hell that boy told you as soon as he got you into a bed. or a bathroom stall. or a corner. or an empty classroom…

with a huff, you role your eyes and nod your head, completely missing the smirk that fell onto armin’s face when he began to feel your thin clothed core rub against his crotch. you were now almost doing a full split against his lap, the only thing separating you two was the thick fabric of his cargo jeans and the thin fabric of your panties that you liked to wear.

as a small sign to tell you to stop, armin slipped his large hand (he actually has very big hands. idc!) under your skirt and rubbed small circles against your soaking cunt, warning you to behave seeing that there were two people studying in front of you. to them, it just looked like you were big on PDA, listening to music on your boyfriend’s lap while he did his work.

but what they didn’t know what that under the table, armin was discreetly helping you lift up to sit on his now free cock. with a small gasp, you screw your mouth shut when you notice a pair of eyes glance at you. you pick up a random book from armin’s pile and pretend to read it, when really you stuffed your face in the pages just to hide your twisted expressions.

armin continued to rub your clit through your pushed panties as you rocked your hips against him in a circular motion. it was a good thing you two were in the back of the library, in order for the two people to see you bouncing up on your man’s dick, they’d have to squint pretty hard.

“ohhh,” you moaned, clenching around armin. this causes him to grip onto your waist tightly. he’s posed that he hated it, but you knew deep down he loved it when your cunt gripped him like a vice. he always busted like two minutes after you did.

if there was one thing about armin; it was he was damn good at vouyerism. no one expected the nerd to be fucking anyone in such public places, so he got away with a lot of shit. no one ever thought twice about him fucking a girl—and the school’s hottest one at that.

“just like that min,” you barely whisper, almost bending over the table for a new angle. at this position, armin got a clear view of your ass as your skirt began to fall against your back. he rubbed his hands against the plum of your skin as he played with your dripping pussy.

the both of you freeze when the pair prepares to pack their stuff and head out the library, completing their studying. they take about a minute or so, and while the whole time you’re trying to hold your breath from letting a moan out, armin is still discreetly thrusting into you with very slow but very deep strokes. there was a point you felt him hit your cervix once.

once the pair was gone and you knew the library room was completely empty, you let out the loudest moan into the arm of your sweater. “armin,” you cried as he sped up.

“you liked that, baby?” armin teased, fully bouncing you on his cock now. “you liked almost getting caught.”

he was so right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“oh, i’m gonna cum,” you whine , throwing your head back. to aid your orgasm in arrive faster, armin pulls your back flush against his chest and rubs your cunt faster.

“‘m almost there,” he whispered. your legs fully gave out minutes ago, so now armin was doing all the work. he never minded though. he liked using you like a puppet sometimes. you close your eyes and clench tightly around him as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“‘min ‘min, ‘min!” you scream into your hands, finally feeling yourself soak his green cargos. armin’s orgasm immediately followed right after, filling you with so much of his cum that a lot of it leaked out while he was still in you.

letting out a hum of satisfaction, you crane your neck so that you were looking up at armin. blond locks sticking to his sweaty skin, he smiles down st you once he sees your fucked out face. with a smooth kiss, you proudly swallow armin’s lips in your own, sensually making out with him.

“fuck, fuck,” armin groaned against your lips. you were sure you wanted to go another round after hearing him. “‘m gonna pull out, ‘k?”

you lick your lips and nod your head, eyes still closed. with one grunt and a loud ‘pop’ from your pussy, you gasp at the sudden empty feeling between your legs. armin leans over to grab a roll of paper towels the library kept at every table and quickly cleaned you up.

with a peck to your forehead, he smiles at you. “i’ll give you more later.” you grin brightly and kiss him. you loved him so much.

armin always matched your energy.

immature | suguru geto

words : 1k

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, mating press, dumbification, car sex, belly bulge, slight college!au, exboyfriend!geto, possessive!geto, toxic!geto

“who is he?”

you choke as your ex-boyfriend, suguru geto, acknowledged you for the first time since your breakup last year. he looked so frustrated - eyes dark and muscles tense as he caged you into a secluded corner, his body practically shielding you from the blaring music and dancing crowd of the surrounding frat party so that you could focus solely on him.

“s-suguru,” you sputter, trying your best to ignore your racing heartbeat. “the hell are you talking about?”

“don’t play dumb.” his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you from the bridge of his nose. that stare, the way he towered over you - it brought back some feelings that were all too familiar. “the guy you came here with, who is he?”

it took a second for you to process his words. you realize he’s talking about travis, a guy from your sociology class who had offered to be your date to the party tonight. he had left to grab you both drinks shortly after you arrived, providing suguru an opportunity to make a move the instant he began his search for alcohol.

you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, emphasizing your cleavage beneath your baby blue crop top. you were primed to tell him how desperate he looked right now, but fuck, suguru was standing so close. your senses were overloaded by his scent - eucalyptus with a hint of whiskey reserve, a cologne you bought for him on his last birthday.

and a stark reminder of why you really wish you hadn’t come to this party in the first place.

“um, that’s none of your business,” you match his gaze, priding yourself over your cool, level tone, “so get out of my face, please and thank you.”

suguru raised a sharp brow. “i see you still have that nasty attitude.”

“and what about it?”

he shrugs, the ends of his lips curling in a devilish smirk. “nothing. it just tells me you haven’t been getting fucked properly. what, having trouble finding someone who can handle you?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. travis was the first guy you’ve allowed yourself to go out with since your breakup. he was kind, considerate, and sensitive. a stark contrast from suguru. and having only been on one other date with him, sex was still too early an activity for your…acquaintanceship, if you will.

you try not to squirm where you stood, the beginnings of desire fluttering in your pussy the longer you were under your ex’s scrutiny. “again, that’s none of your business, suguru.”

“why, worried i’ll scare him away?” he chuckles. “‘cause i will.”

you scoff, changing the subject. “i’m not worried, i’m impressed you’re acting this jealous over someone you’re not fucking anymore.”

“i may not be fucking you, but whether you like it or not, you’re still mine,” suguru drawls as he leans closer to you, licking his lips in warning, “and i’m sure your pussy knows it. so you might want to fix that mouth of yours, sweetness.”

you rolled your eyes at his nickname for you, masking the intense wave of arousal flooding your panties under the guise of annoyance, preferring to not give your ex the satisfaction of seeing how much his presence still affected you. no matter how well your pussy responded to his words - traitor.

“god, suguru, you’re so immature! we’re not together anymore, so chill with that possessive shit and leave me alone!”

you move past him, ignoring the electricity pulsing in your fingertips as you pushed against his sturdy bicep, and went to maneuver your way through the frat party in search for your date. but like you were connected by a tether, suguru tugged you back to him, his large hand splayed against the small of your back as he pressed you against his chest.

you gasped, suddenly feeling every rigid muscle hidden behind the fabric of his shirt, and the prominent bulge growing beneath his belt. the thickness of it served as a reminder of all the times suguru had you drooling, incoherent, and twitching from overstimulation.

…why did you break up again?

“last chance, sweetness,” suguru’s hand moves to palm your ass through your jeans, his grip as vicious as his tone, “fix that attitude.”

what happened next was involuntary - like your pussy overrode your brain, spurred on by a mixture of danger and excitement, and chose your response with the hopes of finally being satisfied after months of neglect. your date and his drinks suddenly long forgotten.

“make me.”

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you ended up in the back of his tesla model x - folded beneath suguru as he dropped his dick deep into your guts, feeding your pussy consistent, heavy strokes while you clawed at his abdomen like a maniac.

he ignored every single one of your cries, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you with his sight hyper-focused on the creamy ring frothing at the base of his dick as he repeatedly buried himself to the hilt.

“absolutely pathetic,” he hissed as you convulsed around him, your body succumbing to yet another orgasm - this one more violent than the last - which he continued to fuck you through, despite your desperate screams for reprieve.

“s-suguru, please! m’sorry!”

it’s been so long since you felt like this. since he fucked you like this. you were on the verge of a euphoric death, the only thing keeping you tethered to this earthly plane being his hold on you - but even then you were hanging by a thread.

“you’re sorry, hm?” suguru licked his lips as he gripped the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider. “what’re you sorry for, sweetness? for testing me? leaving me?”

you were babbling, your mind far too strung to even formulate a proper response. the best you could do was a mixture of please and sorry amidst your hiccuping sobs. suguru leaned forward, slowing his pace to lick away your tears and plant ginger kisses in their wake. an act so sudden, so gentle for someone who just spent the last hour rearranging your insides.

“it’s okay, baby, i forgive you,” he coos, “y’know why?”

he doesn’t wait for your response. instead, he takes one of your shaky hands and moves it between you, positioning your palm over your navel, where the bulge from his dick was the most prominent.

“‘cause nobody can do this but me.”

imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost vertically. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as vertical anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, he let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

“You tryna run away?” he’d taunt.

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.”

i think i'm finally back :) i rlly missed writing and i figured i should end my hiatus now hehe

i'm gonna start by methodically goin thru my inbox (which is admittedly quite backed up) and answering asks/prompts there !

also cho fics -> cyber-pika

pls rb <33