Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi

Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way

Words: 2.3k

Minors dni!

I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

take it back

(al haitham x reader, zhongli x reader (separate). they take off their wedding bands during an argument)

al haitham ｡･ﾟﾟ･

“Drop it, this doesn’t concern you.” He states flatly, not even glancing your way.

“Doesn’t concern me?! What’re you saying? All I’m asking is if you’ve gotten any rest! Since you’ve become Grand Sage I haven’t even seen you home for who knows how long!” You follow behind him as he walks away.

“Stop it.” He exhales, his lack of sleep and the stress was piling up, even for someone as tame and collected as Al Haitham this was getting to be a bit much for him.

“If you need a break take one! Not for anyone else but yourself Haitham come on! Please look at yourself, you're going to wear yourself out in no time!” You plead, voice slightly rising at his dismissive attitude. His legs come to a halt making you stop a few feet behind.

“Get off my case already, you’re being a bother.” His hands move faster than his brain registers, his fingers ghosting over his ring finger without another thought.

“I’m not the one that needs to look in the mirror, have you taken a good look at yourself?” He spits out turning hot on his heels, eyes narrowing at you.

You only gulp, feeling whiplash by his words and sudden outburst. You hadn’t expected him to act like this. You know how drained he really is and try to shove what he just said to the side but the look in his eyes made you think otherwise.

“This job was appointed to me specifically so it’s my duty to uphold it to the best of my ability. My job is of more importance than you’ll ever be anyways. With your lack of knowledge of course I don’t expect you to understand. I suggest you leave if you truly can’t handle it.” The ring he took off slipped from his fingertips as he threw it your direction making time freeze for you both as he did so.

He truly has no logical explanation as to why he did such a thing, can’t wrap his own mind around what he’s said or done until he sees your expression drop from angry to sad in seconds.

His ring finger now felt oddly cold without the silver band hugging it. The sound of the ring hitting the floor was way too loud in the now dead quiet house.

Your voice was no longer ringing in his ears, the only thing he heard now was his heart rapidly beating in his chest, what has he done?

You stand there letting it sink in. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt again but taking his ring off and throwing it at your face was something else entirely. Your angry expression was nowhere seen as you felt your heart drop along with the ring he carelessly tossed your way.

You couldn't bring yourself to move from where you stood, nor did he. Seeing how this was his reaction to you getting on his case about taking better care of himself it shows how truly annoyed he’s grown of you. How much of a bother you’ve become. Exactly what you were afraid of what would happen.

“Y/n I-“

The things he just said ring loud in your ears as you hesitantly step forward not hearing him call you just now.

You bring your hand to your ring finger, slipping off the matching one you wore. Now both rings were in your hand making Al Haitham’s eyes widen.

What has he done?

He moves forward. Long legs striding up to you in seconds. He couldn’t stand it. The sight of your ring finger bare or his own, he needed to say something! Anything!

“No, don't do that. Please.” He pleads, warm hands reaching for your smaller ones only to see yours retract from his making his breath hitch. What has he done?

The two delicate rings now in your palm, both of your hearts and vows in the palm of your hands. Seeing him take it off without a second thought made you rethink what he told you the day you got married. Was your caring really enough to drive him mad, to want to push you away this much?

Al Haitham was never one to act out on emotion, always calm and collected, cool headed, but seeing him react in such a way made you realize just how much of you he truly couldn’t take anymore. He wouldn’t have reacted that way if you weren’t so goddamn overbearing.

You hesitate but extend your arm out, hand hovering over his.

His own reach out in an instant but he regrets doing so the second you place both rings on his palm now. The weight of his actions dawned on him and the logical solutions he’s always so good at coming up with were nowhere useful at the moment.

His usually unamused face was now painted with worry as fear struck him in his gut.

“I understand, I’m sorry. It was out of line of me to say that.” You clear your throat. It’s all you can say, but what else were you supposed to say? You were embarrassed, ashamed. You annoyed him so much to the point he didn’t think twice about taking off his wedding band. Only having it thrown at your face was more than enough to signal that he's grown far from annoyed with your presence.

“Wait, no don't do this. Y/N it’s not-“

“You’re right, your job is of much more importance. I’ll take my leave.” You move away from him as he reaches out again. You wanted to get out of there, not wanting to stand in the same room as him for another second, it was too much right now. You both clearly needed to clear your minds. Though even after you both do, how will things be afterwards?

zhongli ･ﾟﾟ･｡

The once fearless god now residing in Liyue harbor, taking it a day at a time. He’s learned to take things a day at a time and enjoy what he has while he has it. In the past he was shown just how quickly things can be taken away if taken for granted.

He was skeptical of letting anyone get too close as he's seen far too many of his loved ones pass on before his eyes, knowing just how fragile and weak mortals truly are. You however were selfless, always putting others safety before our own and he couldn't stand it. Though he had already fallen for you long before and you both vowed to love each other till death do you part he promised himself that he'd take care of your reckless self for as long as he can to keep you with him for as long as celestia would allow.

Tough, when your expedition team came back with you on a stretcher the sad reality was thrown in his face again, but he bit his tongue knowing just how stubborn you can be about protecting others.

Your injuries were not major but enough to leave you bedridden for a few days. Deep cuts and bruising littler your skin from you carelessly throwing yourself in front of falling debris to protect one of your expedition buddies. Zhongli can't help but let his mind wander to darker places every time you get hurt. He can't help but think of the worst, always fearing he'd lose you for good everytime you leave.

“Come on, it really isn't so bad! I'm serious, I’m all better, see!” You give him your best smile, outstretching your arms to show him your now smaller bruises.

He looks away from your arms, jaw clenching as he remembers how badly it was when you first arrived. Your legs looked even worse yet you weren’t even complaining about the pain he knew you definitely felt.

“The doctor said you’re not to leave until another two weeks. You should still be bedridden so please stop talking about such things and get some proper rest.” His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he tells you this for the hundredth time. He understands your love for being out and helping others but he can’t understand why you’d want to risk getting more hurt than you already are.

“Enough resting for me, I've been here for too long already. I can be doing something right now instead of wasting my time sitting here doing nothing!” You try to reason. You were going mad as more days passed by. You felt good enough to go out again, sitting in bed all day wasn't going to ease your racing mind anyways. Going out always helps take your mind off yourself and focus on more important matters.Giving others a helping hand instead of letting your mind think too much. Having Zhongli stay home a few days helped but you felt like a bother for having him take care of you for so long already.

His pointer finger and thumb fidget with the wedding band on his ring finger to distract himself from losing his composure in front of you. It was the only thing he could do other than bite his tongue and going off on you, telling you your selfish and foolish to even bring it up ‘getting back out there’ this early but you weren’t letting up, you kept bringing it up over and over and flashes of your beaten body were flashing though his mind until he spiraled thinking the worst.

“Listen, from now on I'll be more careful.” you sigh, feeling bad seeing his eyebrows crease knowing it's stressing him out.

“But you have to understand, if I get hurt I'll be ok. I just can't let others get hurt in front of me. If I can prevent that then at any cost I will.” You explain, seeing his shoulders tense up.

A loud scraping sound cut you off as the chair he was sitting on was pushed back in an instant.

“How careless could you be? Can't you see that I was worried sick yet you say such things? Have you any idea how much this affects me too!? I can't stand seeing you beaten and bruised yet you are all the time!” his voice gets higher as he talks, you didn't dare speak, having never heard his voice go any higher than how he normally speaks.

“I'm not doing it on purpose. Love, I don't mean to cause you distress its just-”

The band on his finger snapped, two halves falling onto the floor as you tried to tell him once again how it wasn't a big deal. But he couldn't take it. “I've heard enough of your excuses, if you truly feel as if your life means nothing then i'll see it the same way from now on too.” He sighs and you feel your throat go dry.

“I'm not making excuses, I don't see it like that. Zhongli, I don't want you to leave me- its- it's just that I-” you stutter as he kneels down to the broken pieces on the floor. You've done it now, your carelessness always gets you into trouble one way or another. You didn't mean it like that, to say you didn't care about his feelings of concerns but you just didn't phrase it right.

Of course you care, you think of him everytime you leave and pray you'll be back to see him another day. Having him leave you scared you like no other, you didn't want to be alone. So hearing him say that right now set a familiar feeling in your chest, you were going to be left all alone once again.

“Zhongli, listen please. I want you to stay! I want to stay with you and have us grow old together. I don't want to get injured badly and put stress or worry on you nor do I wish for an early death upon myself. I just want to help others, and be with you! I know I'm reckless but you've known that since we've met. I'm sorry, I know I'm a headache to be around but I can't stand seeing others hurt. If I can prevent that I will. But I need you here, I need you by my side. I can't stand being alone.” You explain, throwing your heavy legs over the side of your bed as he placed the broken ring by your bedside table.

“Yes, I've known that since before I married you Y/n but you're right, I guess you've become too much even for me to handle now.” He places the ring beside you and you stand up on wobbly legs.

Almost falling over he gives you a hand and steadies you. Seeing you already on the brink of tears hurt him physically but he needed a breather, to clear his mind.

“Please no, dont leave me alone” You whisper, hands slightly tightening around his forearm to keep him from moving.

He has to hold himself back from wrapping his arms around you, saying he'd stay but he can't continue to watch you hurt yourself. Insead he offers you his comforting smile and nods his head. “In due time i'll be back, but until then you need to realize just how important your life is before anything else my love.” He whispers, placing a featherlite kiss on top of your head before turning around. You grip him a bit more but he slowly pulls back. You don't fight it though. If he truly couldn't stand this anymore you didn't blame him, so you let him go without uttering another word.

He doesn't let himself turn around because he knows he won't leave if he sees your crying. You don't stop him either, not wanting to hold him back and cause him more distress than you already have. He hears you crying by the time he closes the door behind him and he promises himself he'd come back. You may not want him by the time, you may resent him for doing this but he'd still love you and care no matter what because as much worry and pain you gave him from your selflessness he wouldnt replace you for anyone else nor take back the time hes spent with you.

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authors note: hello hehehe :3 MY LOVES THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 1,000-PLEASE!!!! (｡´ ‿｀♡) I had planned to post another oneshot but I ended up writing this one while writing the other one lol ( that one will be up soon!) but it’s my first time writing for zhongli! ive had this idea sitting in my mind for months GOSH FINALLY I WRITE IT!!but had a hard time deciding who to write it for lol so I chose these two handsome men! this is my second multi post again ( idk if I should even call it that it’s only two lol) it’s not edited so apologies for any errors but besides that, I do hope you all enjoy, remember to drink water and take care ok! ^~^<333

can you please do a part 2 of pervert ushijima where he just breeds the reader?? i love ur works btw omg

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

read part one first

content warnings: nsfw mdni, heavy breeding kink, DADDY KINK, size kink, use of the word cunny, belly bulge, degradation, BABY TRAPPING, possessiveness

word count: 948

ushijima's dark green eyes were stuck on the wet patch that was right at the front of your track pants, where your cunny sat.

'toshi', you tried to say, but nothing came out, your throat was too sore from the severe throat fucking you had just indured.

you were stood up, facing his much taller and naked body in the empty gym.

his hands came to your waist, feeling you up and down obscenely as his eyes moved onto yours.

'can i fuck you?', he asked, in a monotone voice, hands creeping down to your ass.

an involuntary whine left your lips as you pressed your body closer to his, aching for his touch.

'can i?', he asked again, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your pants.

'i, yes-toshi yes', you stuttered, licking your lips at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

he only hummed as he pulled the waistband, bending down as he pulled them down, met with the sight of your sweet panties.

'oh baby', he looked up, only to find you had taken off your jacket, and now your pretty tits were almost fully on display.

he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra quickly, pulling it off your arms as your breasts sagged slightly at the lack of support.

he took a step back, admiring your almost naked body as your cheeks turned peach at all the attention you were receiving from such an attractive person.

he sat back on the bottom row of bleachers, patting his thighs for you to come sit on.

you graciously walked over, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as you plopped your weight down onto him.

'you're stunning', he said, eyes focused on the ways your nipples perked up at the coolness.

'thank you', you mumbled, licking your lips.

'thank you who', he urged, squeezing your hips.

your eyes peered into his, confusion written all over your face.

'thank you 'toshi?', you said, uncertainty laced in your tone.

he shook his head, giving you a knowing look. you quickly came to the realisation of what he wanted you to call him.

'thank you, daddy', you whispered, your blush spreading from your face down to your neck and armpits.

his lips quirked upwards in approval as he moved his lips onto your neck, sucking lightly as he moved his hands to your breasts to fondle with them.

you gasped at the sensation, arching your chest into his warm hands. ushijima’s hands came down to your hips which were slowly grinding onto his thigh.

he latched his mouth onto your left nipple, tongue flicking over the flushed bud, sucking eagerly.

the sensation of having your nipple sucked on was so beautiful and had your cunt pulsing against his muscular thigh.

‘need you’, you whined in-between moans, hand coming to start jerking him off.

he grunted, bucking his hips up into your grasp. ‘need who, baby’, he grunted, tongue poking between his lips.

you huffed impatiently, rubbing your dripping pussy against his thigh. ‘need you daddy’, you groaned. you quickly slid your panties off, leaving them hanging over your ankle.

his hands which were on your waist hoisted you up as he pushing the tip of his cock to your pussy.

your hips wiggled in anticipation. he let go of your hips, causing you to suddenly sink down on his cock. your eyes widened and found his as involuntary whines stared leaving your lips at the size.

‘daddy!’, you sobbed out, clenching around his massive girth.

wakatoshi had a blank expression, entranced by the sight of you adjusting to his size.

‘you like daddy’s fat cock in your tight little cunt, hm?’, he teased in a low voice, large calloused hands running over your body.

‘ngh, fuck yes! love your cock daddy!’, you cried out, slowly rocking your hips back and forth to give your aching clit some relief.

‘good fucking slut’, he whispered, hands settling on your ass.

as you continued to slowly bounce up and down, ushijima took note on the small bulge that was protruding from your stomach. he curiously placed his hand on it, and yep, it was his cock.

he grew impossibly harder at the sight, his eyes finding your face again. your familiar eyes were clenched shut, and your lips were heavily bitten.

his mind flashed to the sight of korai eyeing your chest, or the one time kageyama had stuttered about how pretty you were.

he growled animalistically, thrusting his hips up. you were his.

‘ushi!’, you sobbed out as he repeatedly hit your g spot harshly.

‘g’nna give you a baby’, he muttered under his breath, arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer so your bodies were flush.

‘daddy!’, you cried out. you were not too keen on the idea of being the mother, but you were also not too keen of the thought of toshi’s cock not inside of you.

‘gonna make you a mommy’, he grunted, slapping your ass, making you cry out.

‘m gonna cum!’, you squealed out as your orgasm approached.

‘look at me’, he demanded, dark eyes finding your glossy ones.

‘daddy!’, you cried out, hand coming to rub pathetic circles on your clit as your orgasm took over your body, desperately rocking your hips back and forth.

‘fuck baby’, wakatoshi muttered, snapping his hips forwards as he painted your insides white with his cum.

tears were falling down your cheeks as he slowly slid out, fascinated by the way his cum slid out of your gaping hole.

your forehead rest against his shoulder as you felt him wrap a towel around you, wiping all the sweat off of your body.

‘you were so good’, he mumbled, placing a kiss on your half asleep forehead.

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 42: Kind Of Hot

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

Surprise! It's been a long time since the last update but I wanted y'all to know I didn't forget. I love this little family sm and I hope you enjoy this update as much as I did!

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roommates au

modern au + college roommates.

it's 3 am when you hear a knock on your door.

a knock, and not a ring from your doorbell. that, at least, tells you it's someone you know and not a murderer out for your blood, because you know only one person who thinks you can hear someone knocking on your doorstep all the way from your bedroom.

you drag yourself out of bed with much reluctance, groggy from sleep as you slink to the door. with a few quick turns to open several locks, you pull the door back, revealing a familiar silhouette.

“hey,” kazuha greets, equally as groggy as you were. “sorry i came without notice. i couldn't see any buses, and i can't afford a taxi this month, as you know.”

“you talk too much. just get in here.”

this has happened enough times to be considered a regular occurrence. kazuha's a good friend from college, since you shared several classes together, and you're close enough to allow him to crash at your apartment.

this strange guy is... not the richest person around and couldn't afford the places nearer your campus. hell, he took so many night shifts just to afford basic necessities. you don't have the heart to let him wait for the bus and possibly cut off more of his time to rest, so you told him it'd be fine if he came over once in a while. but admittedly...

“it's really annoying when you wake me up,” you complain, scratching your head. kazuha flinches at that, face crumpling into an apologetic expression.

“oh... i... sorry.”

you retreat back into your bedroom and kazuha feels awkward, now a little lost on what to do. he has always thought he couldn't keep leeching off your kindness, and that staying over your home all the time was intrusive, but he didn't... expect to be told something like that so coldly. he supposes you become more honest when you're irritated.

then you come out of your room just as he was preparing to lay a mattress. you toss him an item he couldn't quite see properly in the dark, but he catches it with his fist easily, though he's a bit confused. “what's this?” kazuha holds it up, tracing its circular shape, and is startled to see keys dangle from the chain. he blinks his eyes, trying to check if he was seeing it right for good measure.

“my spare,” you casually answer, yawning. “you don't have to wake me up or whatever when you come over anymore.”

he stares at you in astonishment and you don't even acknowledge it because you returned to your bedroom right away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“...if it's like this...” kazuha admires the set of keys in his hand, blushing furiously at the item symbolizing your trust in him. “...why don't we just live together...”

by all means, it is already like you live together.

he leaves clothes at your place, ready for him to use because he comes over a lot. heck, he has his own tiny closet.

then you even have his body wash in your bathroom, and other skincare products you kept giving him. (“i don't need these, [name]-” “kazuha, your skin is gorgeous. it'd be a crime not to take care of it, so for the love of god, just take these.”)

you keep beer in the fridge, along with fresh groceries that kazuha uses to cook you meals, and-

with each thing he lists, kazuha wonders why you aren't roommates yet.

when he suggests it at breakfast after you gave him your spare keys, you were way too quick to agree with it. like you didn't have to think at all.

and so the cohabitation ensues.

frankly speaking, nothing hasn't changed aside from him getting a proper bed and that he had someone to split the rent with.

you're pretty much acting like his sugar daddy whenever you get groceries together, though.

“kazuha, please. just take one pack of candy.” “you don't have to buy anything for me-” “JUST ONE. and we're going shopping tomorrow, there's a sale.” “i haven't received my salary yet.” “it's on me.” “wha-” “your birthday present.” “my birthday is two months away.”

and he's grateful, he really is, so he shows his appreciation by doing more chores and cooking the meals you like, learning the recipes he doesn't know yet.

you don't know how he prepares breakfast when he has so much shifts at the weirdest hours possible, and he looks like a zombie every time he comes home.

but he does, and when you wake up, there's always a plate of thick, fat pancakes lying on the table, glazed with golden honey and a can of whipped cream laying next to it. complete with a sticky note, ‘i'm passing out after this but i hope you have a good day’ scrawled on the paper. “this dork,” you snicker, “he's like an old man. he could've just texted me.”

he's unexpectedly fussy when it counts. he somehow always knows when it's going to rain, doesn't matter if the weather report that day stated there was a low chance of precipitation, and he's never wrong about it. he forces you to take an umbrella and acts like the world will end if you didn't wear a jacket.

you wear the one he hands to you, begrudgingly so, and you earn weird looks when you walk into campus.

not necessarily for the reason you're thinking.

“why are you wearing that?” your friend stares at the hoodie you're draped with.

you laugh awkwardly, scratching your cheek. “i know, it's weird to wear it when it's so sunny.”

“no, i meant- why are you wearing kazuha's clothes?”

...okay, so that makes sense.

“are you two...” they narrow your eyes at you. “sleeping together?”

“wha-” you choke on your own spit. “what the hell are you talking about?!”

well, you are, but probably not in the way they're thinking.

you're a light sleeper, but kazuha's worse than you are. he's not very fond of loud thunder.

you didn't particularly mind the lightning cracking outside, but you open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door. you sigh, but you're not seriously upset.

kazuha's there, as you expected, with a pillow in his hands. his expression is unreadable.

“what is it?” you rub your eyes, somewhat half-asleep.

“there was thunder, and...”

kazuha doesn't know what he came for either. he sought for comfort, but what did he intend to do here?

“okay.” you gesture for him to come inside, and at first, he's hesitant, but you didn't seem to mind and your room looked so inviting compared to his empty space, so he follows after your lead.

he did not, however, expect you to invite him to your bed.

“huh- do you want me to sleep... there?”

“yeah, why.”

that didn't sound like a question at all.

“but- are you sure-”

“point is, you don't wanna be alone, right? hurry up, i have an exam tomorrow and i need to sleep.”

that makes him feel more urgent and he thoughtlessly does as told, but he regrets it slightly because your bed is warm, too warm, and oh, all of a sudden his face is too.

is this really okay... he thinks to himself, embarrassed for his actions. it's his fault it came to this situation.

but you pull him close, and the thunder is deaf to his ears. your heartbeat is steady, terrifyingly calm under these circumstances, and yet his own is racing in his chest, a rhythm that makes him worry if he's going to die from a heart attack.

still... it's warm. it's comfortable. it has always been, when he's with you.

he falls asleep before long.

the next morning, rays of sunlight peek through the gaps in your curtains, and your phone buzzes on your bedside table.

you know it's your alarm, but you can't move, and this time it's not an excuse to stay in bed for longer, because you physically cannot stray an inch from your current position.

when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is an angel.

a pretty angel with soft hair, long lashes, and a pair of lips way too close to your face.

it's kazuha. of course it is.

but you think it's fine like this, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands lying loosely on your waist. it's fine to be curled up beside him on your bed, tangled between the blankets.

it's fine if you spend everyday like this, right?

“ah, damn...” you curse quietly, tucking kazuha's hair behind his ear. “i want to wake up to this face all the time...”

and you do, for a long time.

challenged

Naruto Uzumaki/F!Reader/Sasuke Uchiha

summary: a proposition offered, a challenge accepted, a sweet girl getting exactly what she wants. Part two to this post

word count: 1k

WARNINGS: infidelity, incest, established dd/lg, use of “princess”/”little girl”, double penetration, anal, breeding, mdni

A week goes by before Sasuke sees Naruto in his home again. Their wives were both leaving for a two week girl’s trip, and Naruto had volunteered to drive them to the airport, which had the blonde coming in as Sasuke watched his daughter receive a lecture from her mother about not being a hassle for her father. 

“She left these in my car yesterday,” Naruto mumbles to Sasuke, pulling something out of his pocket and pressing it into Sasuke’s palm. “You can either cum in these like you have been all week or cum in her to get her ready for when I get back.”

“What are you saying?”

“That you look at her the same way I do, and I’m telling you that you can do something about it. I don’t think you will though.” The challenge makes Sasuke’s jaw tick, because of course he wanted to do something but this was his daughter they were talking about. It wasn’t right. “She wants you just as badly, you won’t even need to ask permission. You can just take her.”

Then they return your attention to you and your mother, who is now walking towards them with a smile on her face while thanking Naruto for the ride to the airport. A kiss goodbye is given to her husband before she’s out the door, and Naruto sends a little wave your way before he’s following and shutting the front door behind him. 

Leaving Sasuke with you, his pretty little daughter in a cute little orange sundress - a dress likely picked out for Naruto since you knew he’d be coming back to hang out. His pretty little daughter with a look in her eye he could only describe as mischievous, as a pink tongue sticks out to wet plump pink lips. 

“What are we gonna do with mom gone, Papa?” you ask, and his fist tightens around the fabric in his hand as he considers his options. He could keep it the way it should be, ignoring the way you bat your eyelashes at him and instead wait for Naruto to return and keep you occupied. Or he could act on his urge and take you the way he’d been thinking about since you’d developed a more womanly figure - take you the way Naruto had been, the way Naruto had wanted him to indulge in. 

“I’m gonna show you how much I love you.” The decision was made, your eyes light up and he’s closing in on you faster than you can process his movement. His kiss was electric, his mouth almost devouring yours as his hands cupped your breasts. Your little mewls into his mouth as he pinched your nipples through the flimsy fabric were so cute, he wanted more of those cute sounds. He’d kept his hands to himself for so long, but now he didn’t have to and he was going to indulge in all of your cute sounds.

When Naruto returns to the Uchiha household he’s thrilled to hear the sounds of his princess wailing for her Papa and begging to be filled by him. He’s even more overjoyed to see that they hadn’t even left the living room - Sasuke had his sweet little daughter on the floor in the living room, still wearing the orange dress but folded in half in a perfect mating press as her half dressed father pounds into her. Sasuke hadn’t even heard him approach, but he loves the way his princess looks up at him over her father’s shoulder and squeaks out, “Hi Daddy!”

“Hi Princess,” he greets, looking to Sasuke when the Uchiha looks up at him. “Feels great, doesn’t she? Nice and tight, squeezin’ ya just right?”

“My little girl feels perfect.” The compliment has you squeezing around him again, pulling a groan from your Papa as he continues to fuck into you. “Gonna cum again?”

“Uh-huh.” Your little whimper has Nauto grinning, moving to sit on the couch so he can stroke his cock as he watches the scene in front of him. You always looked so cute when you were close to cock drunk, not sure where to look but knowing those eyes needed to be open if you were going to get to cum. “Papa feels so good, Daddy.”

“I told you he would, Princess. Show me how pretty you are when you cum for your Papa.”

And you did, fingers grasping your Papa’s shirt as he slows his pace to fuck you through it carefully. You looked so pretty as you looked up at Sasuke, mouth open as you while you pant as your body gradually relaxes back onto the floor. 

“What’s up with the plug?” Sasuke asks, looking up at the relaxed Naruto. “Or rather, what’s your plan?”

“My plan is whatever my princess wants it to be. She wanted to fuck her Papa, I wanted to make it happen. The plug was there because she wanted it there.”

“You let a little girl run the show?”

“A good Daddy sets his baby up for success. Now, Princess, what’s the plan?”

“Want you both, Daddy,” you mumble, and Naruto grins as he sits up to pull his shirt off. Sasuke pulls out when you try to wiggle away, and Naruto barely has his pants off before you’re in his lap with your mouth on his. Sasuke is entranced by the way the pretty pink plug moves as you wiggle in Naruto’s arms, loves the way Naruto intentionally spreads your cheeks to give a better view while you’re whispering in his ear. 

“Gotta tell your Papa that, Princess,” Naruto teases, carefully lowering you down onto his length as you whine. “Use your words like a big girl.” 

“Papa,” you start, looking over your shoulder to see your Papa still sitting on the floor. His eyes move from your plugged hole to meet your gaze, and he smiles when you reach out for him. “Will you fuck my ass while Daddy puts a baby in me?”

“I’d be honored.”