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Nanami Drabble Based On This (minors Do Not Interact)

Nanami Drabble Based On This (minors Do Not Interact)

nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

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AS A NEIGHBOUR (who Is As Lonely As I) | Kuroo X Fem!reader
AS A NEIGHBOUR (who Is As Lonely As I) | Kuroo X Fem!reader

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who is as lonely as i) | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: kuroo swings by after another the disastrous date

-> cw: SFW, neighbours!au, kuroo and reader are both middle aged, dilf!kuroo

-> wc: 1.6k

-> a/n: none

-> series masterlist

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who Is As Lonely As I) | Kuroo X Fem!reader

You sniffle loudly as you blow your nose again, dabbing at the tears still flowing freely down your face. Tonight was a disaster. There has to be something wrong with you. Why else would all the dates you’ve been on end so badly? At first you put it down to bad luck, that the men you’ve been seeing, although around your own age, are just as childish as any younger man, lacking any real intentions to settle down with a partner. At this stage in your life, you haven’t got the time or the energy for games. But just because you don’t take shit, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you fail, over and over and over. 

Maybe your standards are just too high. Maybe you really are ‘past your prime’, as much as you detest the idea. Maybe men are just less inclined to treat you properly because there are much prettier women out there. There has to be some truth to it, otherwise you would’ve found at least one man to seriously date after all this time. There must be a reason for all of this. Truth be told, you’re tired of trying, exhausted even. After all, there’s only so much loneliness one person can stand, and you think you’re starting to hit your limit.

Just as you rise from your couch to go and wash off your ruined makeup, there’s a knock at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is precisely 11pm. With a sigh, you trudge towards the front door to answer it, looking like a picture of misery. Who could be visiting you at this hour?

“Oh, it’s you,” you blurt out in surprise. “It’s a bit late for you isn’t it?”

“Please, I’m not that old yet,” Kuroo chuckles goodnaturedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I just wanted to check up on you and see how your date went.” He pauses, quickly scanning your features. “Though I can probably guess the answer.”

“Shitty,” you huff, stepping aside to let him in. “Really fucking shitty.”

“Yikes.”

“I should be used to it by now, considering,” you gesture vaguely with your hand and he offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“Tell you what, how about you go and take your makeup off and get comfy, while I make us some tea and you can tell me all about how shitty it was, yeah?”

You heave a sigh and nod sullenly. “Okay.”

Besides getting involved with awful men, you’re also neighbours with the most wonderful one you’ve ever met. Kuroo Tetsuro. When you moved into the apartment next to his, he had popped over to welcome you with a broad, charming smile and a helping hand. As he helped you move your belongings into your apartment and unpack a few of the heavier things, you learned that he had a daughter who had recently moved out and that he was also divorced.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a tiny crush on this man. But that’s all it is - a tiny, harmless crush on a man who is probably still in love with his ex-wife, if the way he speaks so fondly about her is anything to go by. So you’ve resolved to be friends with him, this handsome, funny, exactly-your-type man, who you don’t stand a chance with - hence the string of bad dates.

A few moments later, your face is clean of makeup and you’re warm in a set of soft pyjamas as you pad out into the living room on socked feet. Kuroo is waiting on the sofa with one foot tucked under his thighs and two mugs of steaming tea on the coffee table before him. The sight of him so comfortable in your home makes your shoulders sag. If only you could come home to this everyday.

Quietly, you sit beside him, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies as you lean forward and pluck your mug from the table, taking a short, soothing sip. Your body relaxes back into the cushions and you hum in appreciation.

“Thank you, Kuroo.”

“It’s what any good friend would do,” he says smoothly, taking his own mug. “So, tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell. He started making rude comments about how I look and ‘the things I can improve on’ and then he launched into this fucking lecture about dieting and procedures and I just-” Tears fill your eyes again as your date’s words play through your mind. “I left as soon as he went to get the bill.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, patting your thigh consolingly. “He’s a fucking dickhead. Show me a picture, I bet he looked like a thumb.”

You giggle wetly at that and nod, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on you. “He did!” you agree, pulling out your phone and showing him the man in question. Kuroo’s features scrunch in disgust as his eyes flit between you and your phone and back again.

“As my daughter would say - Girl, why?” he asks and you laugh and sniffle all at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur after your laughter does down. Kuroo’s voice is soft as he angles his body towards yours. “Why do you date these clowns?”

“Honestly? I’m just tired of being alone.” His thumb rubs soothingly at your thigh as you wipe at your wet cheeks. “What if it’s not them, Kuroo? What if I’m the problem? What if I just- I don’t deserve to find love?”

Before you can fall apart, he swiftly takes your mug, sets it down alongside his own and then pulls you into his arms to hold you together. He smooths his hand rhythmically up and down the length of your spine as he gently shushes you, letting you soak the shoulder of his t-shirt with your tears. The way he cradles you, so tenderly and gently, makes you cry harder because this is all you want, this is all you’ve ever asked for - and you’re convinced it can never be yours. 

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, okay?” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re perfect and you deserve the kind of person who can see that. Someone who’ll cherish you and take care of you and love you the way you need.”

“No one will see that,” you mumble. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he insists. Gently, he pushes you back by the shoulders, tipping your chin up to meet his earnest gaze, “I mean it. I see it.”

You scoff and shake your head. “How can you see something that isn’t there? Look at me, I’m the furthest thing from perfect there’s ever been!”

“I am looking,” he says firmly. “And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His hand curving around your cheek shuts you up and you forget how to breathe for a second. It strikes you all over again how handsome he is - tousled salt and pepper hair, molten copper eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles that heartstopping smile. He must have been a sight to behold in his youth if this is how he looks in his forties.

“But-”

“I think at this point, I might as well throw my own hat into the ring,” he says. “If you’ll take it, that is.”

“What the heck do you mean by that?” you sniffle, eyes glassy as you fight every cell in your body to not lean into his touch.

“I mean that I would like the chance to prove you wrong.” He brushes away a stray tear as he speaks. “I’d like to be the next, and hopefully the last one, to take you out on a date.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him in bewilderment. “Hold on.” The hand on your face is very distracting, so you reach up and gently peel it off your cheek, settling it in your lap - you can’t find a good enough reason to let go. “You wanna take me out?”

“Is there anyone else here?” he chuckles, squeezing your hand. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he grins crookedly. “I’m an absolute sucker for pretty neighbours.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Maybe you can believe that I’m tired of being alone too. I’m tired of coming home to an empty apartment when the person I want is literally a door away. I’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t piss me off to see you go out with all these other men who just waste your time.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the wrong neighbour?” Your voice wobbles as your waterline refills itself with emotion. 

“I’m quite sure that the elderly couple living on the other side aren’t looking for a third person.” Kuroo cocks his head to the side and smiles softly when you giggle. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, so you don’t have to answer me right away. But if you would like to go out with me, just say the word when you’re ready and I’ll be there.”

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me, though,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I know you’re not like that. You’re a good man.”

“Debatable,” he grins, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a feathery kiss over your knuckles. Your chest flutters, like an apprehensive little hummingbird, unsure about taking flight. 

“Come back tomorrow at 6,” you decide, giving in to the hope that’s started to glow through the cracks of your heart. “I’ll be ready with my answer then.”

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who Is As Lonely As I) | Kuroo X Fem!reader

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Putting you in your place

ft. Nanami ཐིཋྀ

Putting You In Your Place
Putting You In Your Place
Putting You In Your Place

ཐིཋྀ In which you, Gojo’s annoying little sister, get put in your place by none other than Nanami Kento.

ཐིཋྀ Warnings : mean! Nanami, Brat Taming, Hair Pulling, Tie as gag, Face Fucking, Gagging, Heavy Degradation, use of Slut and Bitch (and Whore), No protection- he comes Inside you, Nanami absolutely destroying you.

ཐིཋྀ MDNI smut under the cut

Putting You In Your Place

Being Gojo’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. Constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest shit. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much.

Especially when you decide to be rude on top of it. Wanting to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fucking annoying bitch.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he was yanking you up by your hair. Bending over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude,”

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your whiny voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against his chest, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the pure rage on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so stupid on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck. You fucking brat. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you and your eyes rolled back as the man fucked you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, “Look at me as i break your pussy for my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes til you met his brown eyes.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked every last brain cell from your head. Until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” Your head nodded in agreement. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short groans, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Come. Make a fucking mess for me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Fuck you’re such a dirty whore.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill anyway.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He sighed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. Instead taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a slut huh.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were Satoru’s sister.


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Gojo w a 5'0" tall girlfriend and he just madhandles her and keeps talking about how short she is 🗿❤️

a/n: 😣😣😣😣

cw: f! reader, manhandling, size kink, unprotected, praise, size kink, 18+

Gojo W A 5'0" Tall Girlfriend And He Just Madhandles Her And Keeps Talking About How Short She Is
Gojo W A 5'0" Tall Girlfriend And He Just Madhandles Her And Keeps Talking About How Short She Is

gojo who knows how much bigger he was compared to you, your height next to him— it was adorable, you could barely reach up to him, he‘s always having to look down at you literally—

even to give you a little kiss, he‘d have to bend down just to reach your level. yet, he loved it especially whenever the two of you were intimate.

“aw baby, you‘re so tiny,”

he‘d grin— a soft chuckle leaving his lips and you‘re completely being fucked into the mattress, he‘s so mean— his hips were just striking against you back and forth, smack after smack you start babbling mere gibberish, it‘s so embarrassing with the way your head is just being practically shoved into the satin-colored pillow you laid on, he grunts from the way you just keep gripping and gripping down on him.

gojo lowly groans—

the way you‘re so small— short, compared to him gets him off way more than he thought it would, just one single thrust could break you in half— metaphorically speaking, but in reality, you felt like he could if he really wanted.

and knowing that got you a little . . wet.

“. . s—satoru,” you‘d whine, and he brings a rough hand towards you to make you sit up— making you create a nasty back arch, he licks his lips as he stares down at you, and he‘s casually fucking you in doggy. he can‘t help but be just a little rough with you—

you‘re so petite compared to him he just loves the way your pussy squeezes and clenches around him— it makes him groan right out his throat.

“good girl,” he pants— each single thrust movement, his white hair moves a bit, some silky strands going towards his face, brushing past his brows. “on your chest, yeah—fuck— like that—”

he mutters, and you whine once he makes you lie back down again, he reaches to slightly wrap a hand around your throat as his cock is being buried deep between your walls.

gojo‘s in love with the way your whines just casually reverberate across the entire room—

you‘re so loud,

you can‘t help but be, especially with his size, his dick is just mad, his very tip swiping against your sweet spot that it makes you bite down on your lip, babbling out a stupid little mutter of, “fuckkk— fuck satoru— s’ deep—”

“ . . . could jus’ snap you in mhm— half with just a single deep thrust, princess,”

gojo rasps, his tone slightly cocky and your mouth opens just barely as he lightly puts his weight against your ass—

pounding his hips mercilessly into you, your eyes merely roll to the very depths of your skull, gojo‘s fucking you so stupid it‘s ridiculous— you started to feel your mouth salivate from how nasty and salacious his thrusts were and it was just embarrassing.

gojo grunts from how your sloppy pussy was just holding him down, selfishly, the grip it had was purely immaculate. he couldn‘t get enough of it. gojo adores the way each time you moan—

you have to pause to swallow, pause to breath, sweet whimpers of his name a constant repetition that spews out of your mouth and he thinks it‘s— cute, his short girlfriend who can barely take him.

and — yet despite that, you are, the stretch was definitely there, your cunt was being so stuffed full of gojo‘s fat cock it was such an appetizer— you wanted more within each second.

once gojo made you cum on his dick for yet a third time— he grunts, he came at the same time and he‘s sensitive— he pulls out real slow, purposely for you to feel everything—

the way his length slowly slides out and once he‘s fully out, the pop noise makes an appearance. gojo grunts, rubbing his reddened pulsing tip leaking with his own cum back and forth against your folds and you whined—

wanting him back inside, you try to sit up but he chuckles,

lightly pushing you down against the bed on your chest before giving your ass a spank— continuing to rub his sensitive throbbing frenulum part of his dick against your sweet achy cunt.

“want more, do you baby— ?” he purrs and his voice drops a single octave that it‘s unintentionally sexy— making you arch your back again—

and he leans up close to you, warm minty breath brushing and fanning against your neck before he chuckles, seeing your slow nod against the pillow as you laid on your chest.

“awww, i know you do,” he hums— before lifting you up, a bringing you close to him— you gasp as he brings rough big hands underneath your thighs and you’re propped up to sit on his lap, preparing for a new position.

“now, princess. for this one we‘re gonna stretch you out just a little more. it‘s called hehe . . full nelson, you heard of that before, yeah?”

Gojo W A 5'0" Tall Girlfriend And He Just Madhandles Her And Keeps Talking About How Short She Is

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Nanami Drabble Based On This

nanami drabble based on this

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again


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one — whose sheets

One Whose Sheets

checkmate! — kuroo ? sakusa ? osamu ? iwaizumi ?

your ex, your roommate, or that frat boy you've been hooking up with—who's it gonna be? and who the fuck is this other guy and why does he have your number and why is he kinda hot?

masterlist — next

word count. 1.6k content. rough unprotected sex, use of pet names

One Whose Sheets

In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have answered the phone when he called. And you probably shouldn’t have agreed when he said he wanted to “talk” at 9 PM on a Saturday night. And you probably shouldn’t have gone to his apartment, wearing his favorite set underneath the red dress you just “happened to be wearing” before bed. And you probably shouldn’t have kissed him back… and let him lead you to his bedroom… and believed him when he said “just the tip.”

Oh well. Hindsight is 20/20. How were you supposed to know you’d end up on all fours on his bedroom floor, right in front of his full-length mirror, watching yourself get railed into next week?

“So fucking needy,” he groans as you push your hips back to meet his brutal thrusts. He cups your ass in his hands and squeezes before smacking it as he continues to abuse your pussy. “Missed me that much?”

A particularly deep thrust makes you collapse onto your forearms, a scream ripping from your throat. You just know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. “T-Tetsu,” you manage to mutter, “so rough.”

“Yeah?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “How ‘bout this?” He pushes himself all the way inside of you, balls deep and you can feel it. “That still rough?”

You press your face into the crook of your arm to try and stifle the moan you let out. “Fuck!” you exclaim, tears beginning to slip from your eyes. “I-I can’t.”

He just chuckles. “You can,” he says, hand coming to grip your hair. He yanks you up until your ear is right beside his mouth, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “And you will.”

Kuroo starts to suck at your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks that you’ll have to cover up for days. But you can’t seem to bring yourself to care with just how good you’re feeling.

You open your eyes and find your reflection staring back at you. Your entire body is held up by the tight grip Kuroo has on your hair, tits bouncing as his cock drills into your sore cunt. You can see the slick basically dripping from between your legs and onto the varnished wood floors. Your makeup—because of course you wore makeup—is all messed up, lipstick smeared and mascara running.

“Like what you see?” he teases when he catches you watching yourself in the mirror. “Like when I fuck you up?” His tip kisses your cervix and you throw your head back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. “Like when I use you like this, huh? Just a little fucktoy I use to make me feel good?”

“Tetsu!” you scream when he lets go of your hair and your entire body falls forward. The impact makes your arms sting and you let out a sob, face pressed against the floor.

A harsh spank lands on your ass. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he warns, smacking your thigh. “You like it when I fuck you like this. You like it when I treat you like the slut you are.”

You whine at the filthy words spilling from him. “Tetsu.”

Then, everything stops. His cock is buried deep inside you, but he isn’t moving. Your walls throb around his length, desperate for some kind of relief. You try to move your hips to get some of the friction back but he grabs your waist, palms digging into your skin.

“Say it.”

You cry into the palm of your hand, aching for him to keep fucking you the way you want him to. “I like it,” you say. “I like it when you use me like a fucktoy.”

Your eyes flit over to the mirror and you catch the self-satisfied grin on his lips.

“See?” he says. “That wasn’t so hard.”

And he’s back into gear, making your pussy weep as his cock drives in and out of you, more like a wild beast than a man.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tighten at the return of his merciless thrusts and you ball your hands into fists, looking for something to grip, something to keep you grounded.

“You close?” Kuroo asks. He groans as you squeeze his length. “You think you can come for me?”

You nod, moaning as he seems to pound you harder and faster than before. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you chant, the pleasure reaching an excruciating height. “Tetsu!”

He reaches and rubs your clit. “You gonna come?”

“Yes!”

“Then fucking come, sweetheart.”

Your whole body trembles as you reach your high. It hits you like a train, coming at you almost violently. You melt into the floor, moaning like a pornstar as Kuroo drills you through your orgasm.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and he pulls your limp body up, arm coming around your chest, hand gripping one of your tits. Your eyes are barely open, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, completely fucked out as Kuroo uses you to chase his release.

He thrusts into you one last time and stills, groaning as he spills into your aching cunt. He holds you up for a moment as he comes down from his high before pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“Still such a good fuck.” He chuckles, pulling out of you and slowly letting you go. “Look.”

You fall back on all fours and stare at the mirror, just as he told you to. You see a mix of both of your cum slide out from between your legs and form a pool on the ground, a completely debauched image. You let out a moan at both the sight and the feeling of the liquid spilling out of you.

Kuroo sits on his haunches and pats your butt. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You squint your eyes at him through the mirror and frown. “Are you gonna fuck me again in the shower.”

He just shrugs. “Probably.”

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You walk—more like wobble—your way into your apartment, quietly placing your keys in the bowl by the door. You bend over (and regret it the moment you feel the sting in your thighs) and take your shoes off slowly, like that will somehow keep you from making any sounds.

“Rough night?”

You stand up straight with a sheepish smile on your face. “Hi, Kiki.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes at the nickname. He’s leaning against his bedroom’s door frame, dressed in an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants, clearly planned to be asleep hours ago but isn’t. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving,” he tells you. “And it’s not that I care about what you do, but you know your mom would have my head if anything happened to you.”

“Sorry,” you say shyly. “I was safe though. In one sense of the word.”

He raises a brow. “Got railed?”

“Twice,” you say, holding two fingers up and wriggling them. 

The boy scoffs in disbelief but you can tell he’s amused. “The frat guy again?”

You laugh nervously.

He narrows his eyes.

You avoid his gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He groans. “I thought you said you were over him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a weak bitch,” you say, putting your shoes away and sliding your slippers on. “And he’s got a big dick.”

You walk—wobble—to the kitchen and your roommate follows after you, clearly more invested in your love life than he would like to be. Just another perk of living with you.

You sit down at the table and beam at him. “Do we still have that cookie dough I made?”

“You mean the cookie dough you gave up on making halfway and I had to finish?” he asks, already making his way to the fridge because he just knows you’re going to ask him to get it. “Yeah, we still have some.”

Sakusa pulls the tub out of the fridge and grabs two spoons from the drawer. He sits across from you and opens the container, handing you a spoon.

“Best roomie ever, Kiki, I’m telling you,” you say, scooping some of the cookie dough and popping your spoon into your mouth.

“I’m not gonna be your ‘roomie’ for much longer if you keep calling me that.”

“You like it.”

He gives you the finger as he takes a bite of the cookie dough. “I’m telling your mom.”

“Well, I’m telling your mom that you stole my fucking tea.”

“Tea that you bought with my money.”

You gasp dramatically. “Whatever happened to ‘what’s yours is mine?’”

“I think that only applies if you’re married.”

“Oh, that’s an easy fix.” You bat your eyelashes at him. “Will you marry me, Kiki?”

He waves a hand. “Pass.”

You kick him under the table, wincing when the sudden movement reminds your body of what you’ve just put it through. “Fuck.” You plant your face on the table. “I was supposed to go to a party tomorrow.”

Sakusa snickers. “Should’ve thought of that before you fucked your ex.”

You glare at him, kicking him again despite the pain. “Don’t call him that.”

“Is he not your ex?”

You make a face. “He’s a… guy that I used to date.”

“That you somehow continue to fuck,” he adds.

“It’s not like that!”

He throws his hands up. “I’m not judging,” he says. “But I totally am.”

“Fuck you.”

“Pass.”

You kick him again. “One day, you’re gonna wake up completely bald.”

He smiles, sticking his spoon back in his mouth. “Not if you wake up bald first.”

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notes. let the mess commence!!!!!


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