daisykisscs

[daisykisscs]

Hate sex with Jake sully?

Yes please ;)))

pairing: Jake Sully x fem!na’vi!reader

cw: smut, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, p in v, really it gets so rough they’re literally fighting, some mentions of blood, bit of a breeding kink, use of the word bitch in a derogatory sense, choking

tag: @nin3kyuu

Teaching Jake Sully the way of the People was aggravating. He’s thick headed, cocky, and it feels as if he listens to you only half of the time. He’ll mumble under his breath when you scold him, saying words that he knows you won’t understand, but the snide tone makes it clear that he’s cursing. If your Tsahík had not decided to tie you to the sky demon, then you would’ve happily let him stumble through the forest by himself. Maybe Eywa would’ve let him die after all after seeing his foolishness. 

Jake’s feet stomp into the mossy forest floor as he runs, his arms swinging beside him. He’s not doing as you taught him. He’s running like a sky person, uncontrolled and unseeing, without a care of what sound he makes or the tracks he leaves behind. 

“Ftang nga!” Stop that! You hiss but he ignores you, his brow creasing as he focuses on going as fast as he can. “Oìss!”

You ponder for a moment if you parents would truly be mad if you let the sky demon run himself to his death, the steep cliff ahead so far unnoticed by him. A snarl leaves you, knowing that you cannot let it happen. You had to follow Eywa’s will even if you didn’t like it. 

“Stop!” you shout again, this time jumping onto Jake. 

It makes him fall and the two of you roll over the ground, grimacing as you feel a rock tear the skin on your arm. It’s not long before you come to a sudden stop. 

Jake has ended up on top of you and once the shock wears off he stares at you in anger. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”

“You don’t see!” you hiss in his face. 

He returns the gesture, his face inching closer to yours. He thinks he can intimidate you? He’s nothing more than a dreamwalker, a being using the flesh of your people. With a sharp thrust of your knee into his stomach you force him off of you, Jake gasping for air as you jump up. 

“Look!” you shout angrily and point towards where the forest floor ends. The sky is filled with mist, making it hard to see the giant drop ahead. 

His face is filled with irritation as he scrambles up, one hand holding his sore stomach. When he walks closer to the edge, he finally sees it. If he would’ve kept running for about two minutes more he would’ve gone flying. 

“Shit.”

You prowl back over to him, hard gaze taking in his barely scratched up form. “Yes, shit.” 

It’s not fair that you are the one bleeding because of his foolishness. You sit down on a nearby tree trunk to inspect your wound, your ears pinned back in anger. It’s shallow, the rock barely having pierced your skin. With a bit of salve from the Tsahík there will be no mark left. 

“I’m sorry, okay,” Jake says, slowly creeping closer. 

The look on his face is apologetic, yet you feel it is not completely sincere. 

“Sorry?” Your big eyes narrow at him. “You run around like a child!” 

His lips press into a thin line as he squats down, rubbing a hand over his hair. It is clear he wants to say something, but is reluctant to do so. You were injured because of him, but still you could be a real bitch. 

“You could’ve just told me,” he says finally, almost under his breath. 

Told him?! He had been training with you for almost two months now. 

You hiss again. “Do you think someone holds our hand while we hunt? You need to learn to-“

“See!” Jake snaps before you can finish your sentence. “Yeah, I know, you say it all of the fucking time.”

You inhale deeply. Never had you met such an infuriating man before. His jaw tenses as he watches you, tail swishing across the ground behind him. And confident, oh so confident. It is as Mo’at said; you cannot teach someone who’s cup is already full. 

“You are impossible,” you say as you throw your hands up. “Will never learn.”

He turns his head away from you with an annoyed sound, choosing to rather stare off into the forest than look at you. 

“Nì'ul kame tskxe,” A rock sees more. You hiss quietly. 

His ears perk up and even more irritation flashes over his face at not knowing what you are saying. “Yeah? Well maybe they should assign me someone else. Someone who isn’t a bitch.”

Bitch. He had used that word before, but you do not know what it means. The last time he had said it was when you had slapped his head when attempting to teach him your language, groaning it between gritted teeth. 

“What is bee-aaich?” you attempt. You know he is insulting you, but you want to know exactly how. 

A smirk pulls at his lips as he glances your way. Oh, he really shouldn’t tell you. It’s clear from your tense body and pinned ears that not much will be needed to further fuel your anger. He should keep it to himself like he had done before, but today he’s feeling particularly petty. 

“It’s what humans call female dogs, a type of animal we have. Sort of like those Viperwolf things,” he explains but you frown. 

“A nantang?” 

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

You shake your head and lean back on your tree trunk. “I don’t understand. Is it not insult?”

Jake has another chance to wiggle out of it, but will he be wise enough to take it? He looks at you, your head cocked to the side as you await his answer. 

He chuckles to himself. “It’s… hard to explain. Do you know when a creature goes into heat and it’s just yapping, growling and scooting all over the place? It’s acting like a bitch.”

Your cheeks flare up and you shake your head more firmly this time, angry eyes piercing into him. Though you still do not completely understand it, his explanation gave you enough ground to be offended. You would never go into heat over a male like him, nor act like it. 

You jump up from your spot. “Heat? You are no man!”

“No, that’s not what I meant-“ he starts but stops as he sees how you are staring down at him. 

You seem to mean your words, looking at him with a mixture of disgust and anger. 

He stands up, ever so slightly towering over you as he approaches. You don’t budge, standing your ground till his chest is almost pressing against yours.

“No man, huh?” he questions. 

You bare your teeth at him. “No man. Your mind and body are weak. No woman would have you.”

Jake had swallowed a lot of shit from you in the last few months. Pretty much every day you scolded him, slapped him, clearly thinking of him as less than. He could see your hate for him in your eyes, and the fiery feeling started growing within him as well. This was the last match to send that fire roaring, the last kick to his manhood that he could take. 

His nostrils flare as he studies your face. “Is that right?”

The small twitch at the corner of your lip does not go unnoticed by him, a borderline smug look forming on your face. 

“Yes.”

The sky demon closes his eyes for just a second as he exhales deeply. Before you can say another word he has grabbed you by your beaded top, making you gasp out in shock. 

“How about I show you?” 

Your heart pounds in your ears at his words and you attempt to get his hand away from you. It won’t budge, and as he hauls you even closer you can hear some of the threading of your top ripping. 

“You will break it!” you hiss. 

He only grabs it tighter, beads popping out between his fingers and falling to the ground. His gaze travels from your face to your chest, clearly able to see your nipples poke through your top. “Who cares? I don’t get why you even wear it in the first place. Everybody can see your tits anyway.”

You spit in his face and he flinches, his grip on you slightly wavering. It’s enough to allow you to pull yourself loose, your top tearing to pieces in the process. If there’s one thing Jake hadn’t expected you to do, it was spit on him, and he wipes his face off with his hand. The growl he lets out makes your resolve waver, his fury so clear. 

As soon as you decide to run, he’s on you, pulling you back by the braid that encases your queque. You cry out in pain as you scramble to scratch his hands away, but soon he has pulled you back into his body.

“Good kitty,” he mocks as he holds you against his chest, his own heart beating fast and hard. 

One hand holds you by the braid as the other grabs onto your hip, forcing your ass back against his crotch. A mewl leaves your lips as he grinds into you, your body instantly responding despite your protesting mind. It senses Jake’s potential as a mate, the natural instinct to reproduce overruling all. 

“Like I said, a bitch,” he chuckles into your ear. 

The evidence of his growing arousal presses against your ass every time he bucks into you. He may not like you, but fuck did you always look hot in those tiny tops and loincloths the Na’vi wear. It left little up to the imagination, and he had spent many moments alone stroking his cock at the memory of it. 

Confident that you’ll continue grinding on him, he moves his hand from your hip to fondle your breasts. He squeezes the soft flesh harshly in his hands, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. 

You try to find your own anger again, growling in between the rapid pants that leave your lips. It seems that Jake wants to fuck you like a Na’vi, his hand so tightly wrapped around your braid. The ache between your legs urges you to fulfill his request, but you won’t make it easy on him. He’ll be getting the full experience. 

Suddenly, you force your head down and to the side, biting into his wrist. He curses out in pain as your teeth lock around him, tears rolling down your own cheeks from your queque harshly being pulled at. 

“Fuck! Shit!” he lets go of your braid to force your jaw open. You are locked onto him like a fucking pitbull, his fingers prying at your cheeks. 

When you finally let go he stumbles back, staring at you in disbelief. The faintest hint of blood stains your lips and you carelessly wipe it off, a self satisfied grin forming on your face. You didn’t draw a lot of blood really, just enough to scare him. 

Taking advantage of his shock, you jump onto Jake and tackle him to the ground. He grunts in pain as you straddle him and lick a long stripe from his collarbone up to his chin. He tastes like desire, fury and fear, the mixture so potent that it makes you groan low in your throat. 

He does not know how to react, watching you as your face pulls back from his neck. Your pupils are dilated with desire, your tail stroking almost teasingly past his legs. The fighting had clearly gotten you going. 

It’s only when you move lower down his body, fingers fumbling with his loincloth, that he springs to action.

“Oh no, you are not getting near that,” Jake says and pushes your head further away from his crotch. 

You hiss, baring your teeth at him as you push back against his hand in protest. 

The sight makes him grimace. “Yeah, exactly for that reason. Need a fucking muzzle for you, shit.”

You are displeased by his response. Never had you noticed how good he smelled before today. Maybe it was because of your sudden desire, but you wanted to seek out the source, and he was not allowing you. 

You open your mouth, fully intending to chomp down on his thigh in revenge, but he grabs onto your braid and yanks you back before you get the chance. 

Jake pulls you upwards by your hair, making it so that you are straddling his clothed cock again. You growl your protests but after all that biting he isn’t listening. His hand comes down hard across your cheek, making that side of your face tingle and your mouth close up. 

“Shut up,” he hisses at you, shaking you by your hair. 

A wave of arousal washes over your body at his rough treatment. This is how many of you mated, fighting for dominance till the woman was stuffed full of seed. You had not expected Jake to have it in him, but perhaps you had been wrong.

He sits up slightly to bring his mouth to your breasts, sucking and biting at your hardened nipples. You allow him to do so for a bit, moaning at his touch. A yelp leaves you when he bites down harder on one of your nipples. His amber eyes shoot up to look at you, taking in your pleasured face as his tongue flicks out to lick at the now sore bud. You looked so beautiful like this. 

“Is that all you have, Jake Sooly?” 

But god does he wish you would shut up. 

Jake turns his attention to his next target, this time biting your nipple harder till you start squirming and trying to push him away. Your chest rises and falls rapidly against his face as he laps at your breast afterwards, admiring the slight shades of purple that your nipples have blossomed into. 

Your hand finds his braid and you tug at it, making him groan lowly against your flesh. He feels how sensitive it is now, any pulling quickly turning painful, and so he does it to you some more. You hiss at him like an angry cat as he continues his assault on your nipples, biting and sucking till you cry out in protest. 

Your core throbs as he pulls away from your chest. His eyes are glazed over with lust and a smug smile adorns his face. But once again, he’s getting too cocky, wrongly assuming that you’ll just sit prettily while he basks in the moment. 

“Repxìsu does it better,” you purr meanly, snapping your teeth at Jake’s arm and making him let go in reflex. You roll yourself off of him and turn your back to him, wishing for it to appear as if you got bored. 

Repxìsu? Jake grits his teeth. That lean shit that always hangs around you at the village. Yeah, Jake remembers him. 

In a flash, Jake is on you, pressing down on your back till you are on hands and knees for him. Content with his reaction, you turn your head to look back, but are shocked to find him moving in on your shoulder. He bites down on it harshly, unable to control his own strength yet. You cry out in pain underneath him but don’t move. It feels so good. You can feel your wetness start to drip down your thighs as he holds you down, his large body staying put on top of you. 

His fangs finally leave your skin, thin smears of blood staining it. 

“Does that Repxí cunt do that to you, huh?” Jake questions and you shake your head wildly. 

His hand finds the base of your tail, grabbing onto it harshly as he starts tearing off both of your loincloths. You can hear the fabric ripping, Jake far too impatient to properly take them off. Your tail coils around his arm like a vice, your ass pressing into his now bare crotch eagerly. His thick cock slides past your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“What happened to ‘no female will want me’?” he asks, a smirk playing at his lips as his fingers seek out your dripping core. 

He prods at your entrance before quickly sliding two fingers into it, groaning at your wetness. 

You glance back at him with sharp eyes. “I do not want you,” you look him over with an unimpressed look. “I just want your cock.”

His smirk drops and he curls his fingers up into your cunt, stroking your insides at a hard pace. Unbelievable. He is convinced that no matter what he does you’ll always disapprove of it. He could be taking a shit and you would still tell him he’s doing it wrong. 

You cooed underneath him, eager to take more of his fingers inside of you as if you had not just insulted him. Why did he even want your approval? You are insufferable, your only redeeming quality being your body. 

“Fuck,” Jake curses angrily as he spreads his fingers, the slick walls of your cunt easily giving way. “Why am I even preparing you? Slut like you don't need it.”

After a few more harsh strokes from his fingers, he pulls them out of you and presses your body further down into the grass. He leans in over you, licking past the shell of your ear as he tugs on your tail. 

“Tell me you want me to breed you.” A confident high fills him at the thought of you saying those words. 

You scoff at him, tongue flicking past your bottom lip as you glance back at him. Your cunt clenches around nothing in a silent yes, but you’d never admit that. “Is that what you need to hear to feel like a man, Sooly?”

He grinds his teeth together as a darker shade flushes over his cheeks in humiliation. With a growl, he wastes no more time and lines himself up with your slick entrance, instantly thrusting his full length into you when it gives way. Your nails dig into the grass beneath you as you cry out at the overwhelming feeling of being filled. Great mother, why was a being this stupid blessed with such an amazing cock? 

Jake’s body presses down on top of yours as he starts thrusting into you wildly, harsh slaps of skin against skin resounding throughout the forest. Never had he imagined that you would feel this good. Your wet cunt sucks him in so deliciously, spurring him on to take you harder. Finally you are no longer insulting him either, slutty moans falling from your lips as you let him fuck you as he pleases.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he purrs and bites down into your shoulder once again, his cock twitching inside you as he marks you. “Good little bitch.”

His fangs biting and scraping against your skin makes your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. Everyone would see that you had let him take you, a thought that should fill you with disgust and shame but in the moment you did not care. He had won this.

Jake pulls you back on his cock by your tail at every thrust, enjoying the way you start to hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his bruising grip. His pace is relentless, fucking into you like it’s his last day alive. 

“Fucking say it,” he groans as he feels his cock hitting against your cervix, your body writhing underneath him. “Say you want me to breed you.”

Your attempt at a scoff turns into a pathetic whine as the walls of your cunt clench around him. His strokes are hitting so deep, so good. It feels like your brain is turning to mush. 

“Say it!” Jake commands and frees his hand from your tail only to bring it down onto your ass in a hard slap. 

You scream out underneath him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. To let him do it is one thing, but to say it out loud? You shake your head weakly. That would be too much to give to that cocky asshole. 

When another hard slap against your ass still doesn’t cause you to relent, he decides to try another approach. His hand snakes around to your front so he can grip onto your throat, feeling your breath hitch underneath his fingers when he squeezes down. 

Your cunt clamps down around his length as you gasp, your hands ripping out the grass underneath you. 

“Shit,” Jake groans as he feels his thrusts starting to falter, the feeling over your walls squeezing his cock becoming too much. 

He hisses into your ear as he chokes you, making you whimper in a pathetic display of submission. “Say it.”

The tears that had gathered in your eyes fall down as it becomes harder to breathe. It causes an odd sensation inside of you, and you let out a silent scream as your body rushes towards your orgasm. 

“Breed me!” you choke out. “Do it you vonvä!”

A sick satisfaction washes over Jake at your words. God, he knows you would just fucking hate it if he actually knocked you up. You would be horrified to carry his child, and though he wouldn’t exactly be thrilled either, in the moment having your full submission gives him the last push over the edge. 

His hand around your throat squeezes tighter as he fucks into you a few more times, groaning when his release shoots into you. You desperately try to thrust yourself back against him as he cums, wanting to find your own peek as well. 

He watches with a smirk as you try so hard, lewd squelching sounds coming from your used pussy as his cum seeps out past his cock. It’s pathetic, and he releases your throat to instead flick his impatient fingers over your clit. 

You cry out as Jake gives you the last push you needed, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him as you cum. A breathless chuckle leaves him as he feels the way you suck in not only him, but also his spend. At this rate you really might get yourself knocked up, but it seems you do not care. 

A rare silence falls as both of you pant, neither moving to pull away from each other. You let your tired arms give in and fall into the grass. Wiya, you hate to admit it but that was the best fuck you’ve had in a long time, your pussy still throbbing. 

Perhaps you had finally found something Jake Sully was good at. 

#i enjoyed this way more than i should have #SO GOOD LIKE WTF #chef's kiss #so down bad for jake 😩 #nsfw

[daisykisscs]

“what if jake di-” NO. neytiri has lost a lot in just two movies, she cannot lose the love of her life, too! like... it’s gonna ruin her completely (and me, too). they have been each other’s strength and if one of them d words... idk anymore. but i believe that she won’t let that happen. whoever will try to hurt her husband will go through her first. she’s always been jake’s savior, and she will defintely do it as many times as she has to. 

#like pls give our girl a break #i just love jeytiri so much #avatar #atwow #stop the angst for a moment pls #jake sully #neytiri

[daisykisscs]

thinking of gojo lending you the power for the night. see, your relationship has always been him in the lead. he's always been one step ahead, aware of your feelings before you, exploiting your devotion, bullying and teasing your cunt in the bedroom because he knows your obsession with him wouldn't allow you to be anything other than his sweet angel.

but hes obsessed with you too, is the thing. you're not nearly aware enough of that. of the power you weild yourself. and while he prefers holding the leash he has you on, he wants you to know your place. that you matter. that he needs you and wants you and desires you.

and you're hesitant at first, not used to giving orders or believing the most powerful man in the world as far as you're concerned desires you that much. and yet there he is, kneeling before his own king sized bed while you sit on top of it, towering above him. a god, your god, worshipping at his own altar, except hes worshipping you.

it already starts to make you feel heady, that rush of power. his steady gaze. you worry he'll fight you on it, that he'll brat you or refuse you and you know you dont have that much willpower to force him into submission. the mere idea of having to force him to worship you is enough to make you wanna back down entirely from this whole thing. but he's not giving you lip. he's just waiting, expectant. perhaps even adoringly, if you're not just being wishful.

so you give the first order shyly, voice barely above a whisper as you tell him hes not allowed to touch you until you say. the way he bites the inside of his cheek and nods gives you confidence, makes your panties stick to your thighs when you drag them down. and something changes then. the way his beautiful blue eyes immediately hone in on that soft place between your legs with such intensity a drop of slick eases down your leg. watching him track the trail eagerly like he's dying of thirst and your cunt is the first wet thing he's seen in month.

you're still shy, even as you spread your folds and bare your cunt for his greedy eyes. It makes you gasp when his voice, usually so teasing and light comes out breathless and shaky. desperate. "fuck."

just that one word is enough to have your hole clenching around nothing. as you dip your fingers inside yourself, hearing his sharp intake of breath and his pleading voice, "i need to touch my cock, baby. please. fuck- you look-"

and you, still so sweet, still so good, nod eagerly. because you want to see it. you want to see his cock. when he moans loudly at the first wrap of his fist around the thick girth, you moan in time with him. watching him pump his hard, flushed flesh so fast the slick sounds of his pre-cum slicking his dick bounce off the walls.

he's doing all this just from watching you touch your cunt. and it makes you dizzy, that knowledge, that power. makes you pussy become creamy as you fuck your fingers in and out.

"t-tell me." You ask, softly. "Tell me how badly you want this pussy. how bad you want me."

and gojo moans like a whore. cockhead throbbing as his cheeks flush and he looks utterly wrecked as he gasps open mouthed, "so fucking bad, b-baby." his pretty lashes flutter like hes in such a state of tortured bliss. "god- spread your legs more- that's it, baby, fuck. you're so good for me. such a good hole-"

his hips jump like he can't help himself from fucking into his fist. like he wishes it was your pussy instead. "creamiest fuckin cunt. obsessed with it- wanna fuck it and breed it and fuck- s'never enough."

your own lashes flutter as your hole greedily sucks in your own fingers, squelching around them as you drink in his raw need for you. just you. "what would you do for this pussy," you gasp, reckless, "t-tell me. wanna know what'd you'd give to fuck it everyday."

"everything." he gasps immediately, practically fucking his own hand now. "I'd do anything you asked of me- just dont take her away. I'd fuckin kill you if you did, you know? if you kept that sweet hole from me. i fuckin need it. I fuckin need you."

"gojo" you whine. "m'comin."

"do it, sweet girl. spread that cunt n let daddy see it cream. give me what i fuckin need. gimme a hit of that fuckin cunt. right now, baby."

when you cum, its earth shattering. your clit throbs and you gush cum around your fingers so hard it drips down your thighs. even still, gojo doesn't move. even though his eyes roll back and he doubles over and pumps into his fist like hes a dog rutting for release that just wont come, he doesn't pounce.

because you didn't give permission yet.

that thought makes your cunt throb all over again and you sigh and whimper as you watch him work himself into frenzy over you. over you.

you spread your legs again, your aching pussy gleaming in the cool air of his room as you bite your lip.

"come up here and fuck me." you tell him this, you don't ask, dont plead, though the desperation is obvious in your eyes. in the way your clit is throbbing. "make me cum."

he's on top of you before you can barely blink, moaning into your mouth and rucking your thighs up around his waist easily. his cock slides home in the next breath and you both cry out, his panting mouth pressed against your heated skin.

"m'gonna fall in love with you, shit-"

you don't have time to process that statement of his before hes folding you in half and fucking you so hard you both lose yourselves.

the obsession is a two way street.

#one of my favs #it's just so hot i– #he's so down bad #and i love it

[daisykisscs]

faxing documents

♡ pairings: older timeskip!osamu miya x f!reader

♡ warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! older osamu (like late 40s/early 50s), boss/employee relationship, office sex, implied spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, lil bit of a breeding kink, osamu is a tease, osamu says “good girl” once, rough sex, use of pet names (darling + sweetheart), a hint of exhibitionism, no mention or implication of reader’s age but i wrote this in mind w reader being in their 20s

♡ wc: 960

♡ a/n: just a couple of lil hc’s about dilf ‘samu <3 inspired by the dilf at my work who’s done a couple of these (minus the whole bent over the desk thing) n lit up my imagination hehe. also ik dilf literally starts w “dad” but i decided to not write him w kids ! ahhhh sorry it’s a lil long, this is my first time writing hc’s + realized that keeping things short n sweet is not my strong suit </3

!!! 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 !!!

dilf!osamu who never had the chance to settle down; just couldn’t seem to find the time between all the work that came with starting and building onigiri miya. atsumu has constantly nagged him about it over the years, always trying to set him up on dates with a friend of a friend of a friend - chastising him with a “yer gonna die alone ‘samu!” when he’d impolitely decline. osamu would eventually give in, if nothing but to shut his brother up, though nothing ever really came of it beyond the occasional second or third date.

dilf!osamu whose hair is starting to revert to the silver color reminiscent of the one he sported in high school when he meets you – in an interview for the lead chef position at the new location he’s opening up in tokyo. not only are you perfect for the job, surpassing every single one of his expectations – but fuck, he thinks you’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever laid eyes on. so naturally, he hires you on the spot.

dilf!osamu who knew he had to have you from the moment his hand brushed against yours in the break room your first week. he had found you struggling with the coffee machine and took the mug from your hands – “here, it’s a little finicky, lemme help ya.” – fingers grazing over your smaller ones in the process. all it took was that one, brief little touch to have you stumbling back out of his way and heat shooting up to your cheeks, body so obviously clueing him in to the little crush you’ve developed. you avert your eyes to the ground and stutter out a quiet “o-oh, thank you.” so cute, he thinks.

dilf!osamu who knows the effect he has on you, making sure to leave little crumbs of attention here and there for you to mull over: a brush of his arm against yours as he watches you cook, a gentle hold on your wrist to reposition your hand while molding the rice, a squeeze on your shoulder as he praises your work. and sure, maybe the way his hand drops from its place on your shoulder to the small of your back as he makes his way to the door is rather unnecessary and a bit too low to be friendly – but you don’t notice. not when he momentarily presses his hips into your back, muttering “excuse me, sweetheart,” right in your ear and watching – delighted – at the way you freeze and your breath hitches in your chest.

dilf!osamu who catches you off guard a few weeks later when you’re complaining to him about it being particularly slow. “well, I could think of a coupla things we could do,” he counters, voice lowering with the idea of something that is definitely a little more than friendly. the implication makes you choke on the water you’re drinking, sputtering out a high-pitched “what?” between fits of coughs and gasps for air. “i have a few documents that need ta be faxed is all,” his soft laugh bounces off the tiled walls and echoes throughout the kitchen as he pats your back. “ya alright there, darlin’?” but he knows – and you question whether you know too – what he really meant.

dilf!osamu who calls you into his office before the shop closes for lunch, something along the lines of him wanting your opinion on a new recipe. but he’s on top of you before the door can even click shut, reaching behind you to lock it as you ask “what are you –“. he cuts you off with the slam of his lips against yours and your eyes remain open, unblinking, for the second it takes you to register the situation, then flutter closed as you curl your hand in the collar of his shirt to pull him harder against you. he only breaks away when you need to breathe, taking the opportunity to guide one of your hands down to the bulge in his pants; “see what ya do ta me?”

dilf!osamu who bends you over his desk, handprint etched into the fat of your ass, gripping bruises into your waist as your juices drip down your legs and onto the papers that were hastily shoved to the floor. he thrusts into you so hard the desk inches forward, the scratch of metal against carpet and your cries the only sounds filling the room. he shoves his fingers in your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet, not that he’s trying too hard though – he’d be lying if he said the way you’re screaming his name didn’t inflate his ego and go straight to his cock.

dilf!osamu who cums deep inside your cunt with a growl of “good girl” in your ear and pulls your panties back up your wobbly legs for you, sending you out of his office still stuffed full of his cum. “ya better not waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he says, voice hardly above a whisper, corner of his mouth twitching up in a smirk as his cock stirs in his pants at the thought of you walking around with his cum pooling in your panties.

dilf!osamu who tells you to stick around after closing today, and waits for you by the door as you gather your things with a small, yet devilishly handsome smile stretched across his face. he leans against the wall, arms crossed, as he watches you move about, the fabric of his t-shirt – a little too tight – clinging to his biceps and pulling taut across his chest. “lemme take ya out ta dinner,” he says, much more of a declaration than a question - damn well knowing you couldn’t possibly squeak out anything but an eager, breathless “o-okay.”

reblogs, likes, n comments v much appreciated! ♥︎

#nsfw #osamu miya #miya osamu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #samu 🥵🥵🥵 #this is so hot OH GOD

[daisykisscs]

ok so here is a visual 😭 pls pls pls someone write it

day 2 of begging for someone to write prince!osamu x mermaid!reader bc i really see samu in prince eric

#literally just traced the scene and inserted samu’s face lol #i’m begging 🙏🏻

[daisykisscs]

like… look at him 😭 he’s so pretty he literally looks like a prince

i’m watching the little mermaid rn and oh my god why am i seeing osamu in prince eric 😭 pls recommend some prince!osamu fics if there’s any bc i really see it

#ok bye i’m gonna sleep now #it’s like 4 am here sooo 🛌

[daisykisscs]

day 2 of begging for someone to write prince!osamu x mermaid!reader bc i really see samu in prince eric

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagines #osamu miya x you #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya angst #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #pls pls pls #i’m begging #i wish i could do it but school’s starting in a few days so i don’t think i can do it

[daisykisscs]

i really see it GOD I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS 

i’m watching the little mermaid rn and oh my god why am i seeing osamu in prince eric 😭 pls recommend some prince!osamu fics if there’s any bc i really see it

#pls pls pls #someone write prince!osamu x mermaid!reader ahhhh

[daisykisscs]

i’m watching the little mermaid rn and oh my god why am i seeing osamu in prince eric 😭 pls recommend some prince!osamu fics if there’s any bc i really see it

#osamu miya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya angst #osamu miya imagines #osamu miya x you #haikyuu imagines #pls pls pls

[daisykisscs]

"we have so many pillows."

osamu's groan cuts through your internal dialogue as you turn the circular shaped cushion you're in the process of appraising over in your hands. you shoot him a look, your pout equal parts pleading and indignant.

"but this one's round."

osamu is unmoved by your observation, hunched forward as he leans against the blue and yellow printed handle of the ikea cart in a way that makes his shoulders look even broader than they usually do.

"it'll just end up on the floor with the rest of 'em at the end of the night anyway, what with you kickin' all over the place."

"I do not kick!"

"ya certainly do," he counters immediately, his slate eyes widening a little under the brim of his onigiri miya hat, which he'd pulled on after fighting with his bedhead for far longer than he'd ever admit to, "and I've got the bruises to prove it."

"well, you've got like a million knives at home, why can't i collect pillows?" you try again, desperate to bring him around to your side.

"i need those for work, yer collection just takes up space."

you deflate a little, cradling the velvety pillow in your arms like a man you're sending off to war, possibly never to see again.

samu sighs.

"just put it in the cart and let's get movin', i was promised meatballs."

#osamu miya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #this is so cute 🥹 #samuuuu 🥺

[daisykisscs]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 — tsukishima kei.

part of the to the one I love most series.

୨୧ ꒰ synopsis ꒱ “I want to teach you,” Kei’s words are rushed and fumbled, similar to his hands — restlessly smoothing up your sides as if he doesn’t know how to touch you. “I want to teach you how to fuck me, and I want to learn how to fuck you.”

୨୧ ꒰ warnings ꒱ smut (mdni), unprotected sex, first times (no virginity loss), established relationship, love confessions, cursing, teasing, oral (f!receiving), handjob, fingering, finishing inside, breast play, sexual fantasies, explicit consent, brief male masturbation, brief locker room talk, pet names (baby), Tsukishima calls reader 'idiot' (affectionately), small amount of possessiveness (not toxic), dirty talk, mentions of showering together, slight overstimulation, riding, dirty talk, emotional sex, no pronouns but fem anatomy

୨୧ ꒰ word count ꒱ 7.4k

Tsukishima Kei loves sincerely. 

Sometimes, his love can be brutally honest, his caring words hidden behind gruff, unpracticed affection. The people he’s close to are able to decipher Tsukishima’s personality, picking apart his mocking words and teasing tone to find the true, sincere love and care hidden between his statements. 

With you, his love is much more open — simply due to months of practice. Months of learning to hold your hand as you cross the street, paired with a sheepish look and a smattering of blush across his cheeks. He would say, “C’mon. You’re just too short. Wouldn’t want you getting lost, idiot,” as he’d pull you along, the beating of his heart nearly incessant. Months of learning that if he turned on a scary movie, he would have to make sure there were no pillows or blankets between your bodies, as you would quickly get scared and have to bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

Months of learning to love sincerely, honestly, and openly. And months of yearning, filling the parts of his heart he wasn’t used to, an indescribable need swelling in his chest. 

The want culminates one day after a long practice, coming to a head as Tsukishima tugs off the bright green jersey of the Sendai Frogs, grimacing at its sweaty smell. His teammates’ chattering permeates his ears — an unpleasant ringing causing him to roll his eyes at their crude topic of conversation. 

“The first time is always the best,” one of them states, lounging against the wall as he waits for a shower to open. 

“Yeah,” one of his teammates agrees from a closed shower stall. Tsukishima’s eyes flit over to the noise, catching sight of steam rising from the hot water. Inwardly, he curses, knowing that if he didn’t snag a shower soon, all the hot water would be gone. “It’s new and exciting. Always something to look forward to.”

Tsukishima folds his dirtied clothing as his teammates prattle on, thoroughly entertaining each other with tales of their first times. Whether in general or with their current partners, each of his teammates shares their own stories — albeit some are a bit more reserved and closed-off than others. 

Tsukishima tries to ignore them, focusing instead on packing his things. He’s resolved that instead of fighting for a shower — a task that always seems to irk him — he would much prefer to do it in the pleasure of his own home. 

Or, maybe yours. 

As he gathers the last of his things, pulling on his outerwear and tugging on his shoes, Tsukishima becomes increasingly enamored with the idea of surprising you. After all, it had been a challenging, extended practice, and he missed you. He decides he could use some comfort, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he imagines the surprise that will decorate your face when he shows up at your apartment door. He’s always been secretly proud of the cute reactions he’s able to pull from you, and he hopes you’ll reward him with one later tonight.

He’s almost made his escape from the locker room until his teammates decide to bombard him. 

“Oi! Tsukishima!” Kyotani shouts and the harshness of his tone causes Tsukishima to scowl, still unused to the grating sound. 

“Hm?” Tsukishima hums in response, not turning around as he swings his bag over his shoulders. He doesn’t pay much mind to his teammate, instead choosing to feign a slight indifference to the conversation. However, this doesn’t appear to faze Kyotani, who simply crosses his arms and fixes Tsukishima with a knowing smirk. 

“What about you, huh?” Kyotani states your name, and Tsukishima feels a brief burning in his heart.

Kyotani’s words hold a haughty smugness to them — as if trying to get on Tsukishima’s nerves. His other teammates quiet down at the brisk and sudden standoff, slapping each other’s chests and arms to shush each other. 

Tsukishima tries not to make his frustrations known, swallowing with practiced motions as his jaw clenches in annoyance. 

“Sorry,” he huffs, tilting his head in Kyotani’s direction. Tsukishima hopes it appears intimidating, and judging from how his other teammates twitch and shuffle at the venomous look, he was successful. “What was that?”

However, Kyotani still stands with his feet planted on the ground, a pleased look crossing his features at the barely-masked irritation on Tsukishima’s face. 

“You heard me,” Kyotani smirks, not breaking eye contact with Tsukishima. 

They stay paused for a brief moment, allowing a chill of charged electricity to pass between them. It settles like a thick wire, tense enough to be cut with a knife, before Tsukishima sighs defeatedly. 

He simply wants to see you, and will appease his childish teammates however they may wish to in order to get to you faster. 

“None of your business,” Tsukishima states, gritting his teeth as his head tilts back in annoyance. He can’t help the frustration that courses through his chest, causing his heart to beat faster at his bothersome teammates. 

Thankfully, his teammates allow him a brief reprieve after being given his lackluster answer; they grow tired, turning their attention from Tsukishima as one of the other men begins regaling them with a likely feigned experience. 

However, as Tsukishima finally turns to leave, his fists clenched until his knuckles turn white, Kyotani shoots him a grating smirk, paired with a knowing look. 

Tsukishima knows what that look means. It burns through him, a taunt hidden behind Kyotani’s eyes as he cackles internally. You haven’t done it yet, it means, and it causes Tsukishima’s mind to spin. 

Lately, it’s all he’s thought about. Thoughts plague him at night, rolling through his mind until his cock is stiff in his sleep pants, and he has to wrap a nearly shaking hand around himself. Thoughts cause his cock to throb against his thigh in the shower, the morning light peeking behind the door as Tsukishima strokes himself thinking about you. The choked groans and breathless pants of your name are nearly drowned out by the stream of the water, but Tsukishima sometimes hopes that you would surprise him, knocking on his front door before letting yourself in with the spare key he’d given you last month. 

Sometimes, he hopes you would make your way down the hall to his bedroom where you’ve spent countless hours — yet haven’t done anything in — and hear him moaning your name in the shower. He wonders what you would do, then smirks to himself as he imagines you becoming intensely flustered, your eyes trained on his hard, leaking cock. 

As Tsukishima exits his car, sighing softly to himself as the brisk night air brushes over his shoulders, he realizes that he’s falling in love with you. The thoughts of being intimate with you only grow with each passing day, and the further he falls, the more he wants to love you. 

He makes his way up your apartment’s stairs, hands shoved in his pockets as he lugs his bag over his shoulder. He grins to himself as he pictures your reaction — your surprised face, followed by a bright smile breaking across your face, an excited cry of his name falling past your lips as you’d quickly pull him inside. It causes his heart to beat a bit faster, and it only increases as he stands outside your door, knocking briefly to announce himself. 

The nerves bundle inside Tsukishima’s chest as more seconds pass. Briefly, he debates knocking again, wondering if you’d heard him. He shifts on his feet, adjusting his bag slightly, trying to shove down the growing anticipation and anxiety in his stomach. Tsukishima scowls as the feeling of adrenaline causes his heart rate to pick up, stuttering in his chest pathetically; he wonders why he suddenly feels so nervous. The last time he felt like this was before your first date, when he was about to kiss you for the first time, when you were perched on his lap and kissing him breathlessly a month into your relationship. 

His thoughts are suddenly interrupted as your door swings open, the warm smell of a freshly cooked dinner greeting his nose. 

“Tsukki?” you ask, shock coloring your features. Tsukishima smirks, a pleased feeling swelling in his chest as his hunch was correct; you’re greeting him with that adorably shocked and surprised face he loves so much. 

“Can I come in?” he asks, only allowing a bit of vulnerability to peek through his tone. Tsukishima glances to where your arm immediately holds the door open a bit more, stepping back slightly to allow him inside the warmth of your apartment. 

“Of course,” you ask, the brief bit of confusion laced between your words dissipating the longer your boyfriend stands in front of you. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over? Not that I mind — of course not. But I could’ve kept the door open for you, or cleaned up a bit.”

Tsukishima sets his bag down by the door, crouching to tug his shoes off with his index finger as he grimaces at your words. Immediately, you see the scowl on his face, a playful glare lighting up his features as he looks up at you. 

“You know I wouldn’t let you do that,” Tsukishima states simply, setting his shoes neatly by his bag before standing to his full height. The entryway light shines off his glasses, and for a second, you are unable to see the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Frowning, you cross your arms, itching to reach out and wrap your arms around your lover’s waist. You feel an intense need to be close to him, wanting to bury your face against his neck or chest, breathing in the smell of him after a long day. 

You hold off on those urges, knowing Tsukishima would tease you endlessly, despite knowing how much he seeks your touch, too. 

“Wouldn’t let me do what? Clean?” you ask, a bit incredulous. Turning around, you leave your entryway, allowing Tsukishima to lock your front door in practiced motions. You almost smile at the domesticity of his actions, the clinking of your keys being tossed into a small bowl by your door before he swiftly follows. 

Turning your body to lean against your counter, you face Tsukishima. With a pleased, satisfied look on his face, he crowds into your space, the light smirk continuously tugging at his lips as he presses his body close to yours, his hands planted on your waist. You nearly shiver as his thumbs run over your hips, placing your hands on his chest in an effort to steady the sudden bout of desire that runs a thrill through your body.

“No,” Tsukishima furrows his brows, nodding his head towards your door, “Let you leave it open. That’s stupid.”

Though slightly harsh, his words are soaked in a kind of loving affection and worry that causes you to melt. Instantly, your features soften, and Tsukishima can’t help but place a chaste kiss to your temple. 

“Well, I wouldn’t leave it open, open,” you gesture with your hand, to which Tsukishima merely hums. “Just, you know, unlocked.”

Your lover’s grip on your hips tightens a bit as he kisses your cheek, eyes moving across your face slowly to capture your every reaction. “Mmm,” he hums in acknowledgment, nodding with your words. “But no. Still stupid.”

Tsukishima pairs his words with a gentle flick to your forehead, and you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. Finding your reaction contagious, Tsukishima lets out a softer smile before rubbing his thumb soothingly over your skin. 

“Do you want to take a shower?” you ask after calming down a bit, laughter still present in your tone. Smoothing your hands up Tsukishima’s chest, your eyes flit down to where they travel, caught on the small bit of collarbone peeking out from his collar. In a small bout of bravery, your thumb catches on his clavicle, trailing down his collarbone until you press lightly to his sternum. You can still smell the sweat coating his body — knowing he doesn’t enjoy showering at the gym, preferring to do so at his home or your own.

Tsukishima merely watches you, his eyes darkening as he prays that you won’t be able to feel the sudden erratic beating of his heart. 

“Are you saying I stink?” Tsukishima teases, nudging your hips back to press you against the counter. He crowds into your space a bit more, leaning his body over yours to peer down at your face. As you settle your hand over his heart — the heat soaring in your body, burning your core with an intense desire — you grin as you feel his heart pounding. 

“No,” you state clearly, raising your brows as Tsukishima scowls, not unkindly. “But I know you like to shower here.” 

Then, you crook a finger in his direction, a serious look suddenly crossing your features. Tsukishima immediately straightens, prepared for a scolding. “But no stealing my nice soap. I know how you like to try and sneak it!”

He grunts at that, rolling his eyes at your antics. In response, you allow a martyred look to cross your face before you softly smack his chest, causing your lover to let out a genuine laugh. 

“Fine, fine,” he relents to you, grasping your wrist in his hands. He would never admit the reason he enjoys using your soap so much is that it leaves him a little reminder of you.

Before leaving your embrace, Tsukishima leans down to kiss you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. You immediately reciprocate, losing yourself in the softness of his lips, lightly moving over your own in a sweet embrace. 

It physically pains Tsukishima to pull away, but he does so nonetheless. He tries to ignore how your little whine of displeasure, caused by your slight pout, leaves his cock twitching in his pants. 

“Hurry up,” you state more than ask, withdrawing from his arms. You make your way around the counter, preparing some food for him as Tsukishima makes his way towards your shower. He chuckles to himself at your demand, wanting nothing more than to hurry and be back in your arms again. 

“You’re free to join me, you know,” he shouts down the hall, only half-joking. His heart picks up its pace once again, picturing you naked in the shower with him, but a laugh soon breaks through his demeanor at your shocked yelp. 

“You wish!” you cry, the clanging of pots and pans heard behind him. 

Shaking his head, Tsukishima fights back the grin that threatens to overtake his features, making his way to your shower and fighting the urge to use your shampoo. 

As he showers, the water laving over his lean body, rubbing soap over his muscular chest, thighs, and arms, Tsukishima can’t help but think of you. He thinks about your smile and how it lights up a room, burning a warm fire in his heart the longer he looks at you. He thinks about the few sleepovers you’ve had, paired with slow makeout sessions that always leave you a breathless, panting mess. He thinks of the mornings when you wake up in his shirt, having stolen it the previous weekend with the pretense of ‘missing him.’ Tsukishima will never admit how much pride it causes him to see his clothes hanging on your body, allowing you to keep it for as long as you want.

As his hands move down his body, Tsukishima can’t help but think about other things, as well. He remembers the times you’ve been settled on his lap, kissing him just as desperately as he kissed you. He remembers the times his body has hovered over yours, anticipation ringing through your bodies yet not quite ready to take the next step. He remembers the dreams he’s often had of you, writhing and moaning his name as he pushes his cock deep inside you. 

The image has him nearly groaning, his hand sliding down his stiffening cock as he presses a hand to the shower wall. It’s to steady himself, but when he closes his hand around his cock, his eyes falling shut in pleasure, he realizes it’s also to imagine you caged between his body and the wall. 

A flush of embarrassment suddenly runs through his body as his thoughts continue to run rampant, and he immediately halts the shaky movements on his cock. Even though he’s touched himself to thoughts of you many times before, something about this time feels different; because, if he strains his ears, he can hear you humming in the kitchen, your presence a mere few feet away. 

He hurries his shower after that, washing up and purposefully avoiding your soap. A little smirk lights up his features at the thought of using just a bit of it, but Tsukishima ultimately decides against it. 

Next time, he thinks. 

After tugging on a loose pair of sweatpants — the waistband hanging low on his hips, outlining his muscular thighs — Tsukishima exits the bathroom. He plans on making his way back to the kitchen, intending to leave a kiss on your temple and hold you as you watch television together, but is ultimately stopped cold in his tracks as he enters your bedroom. 

You sit on your bed, fiddling nervously with your fingers, eyes trained on the ground. Tsukishima can feel the anxiety radiating off your body, causing adrenaline and a bit of concern to course through his body. 

He coughs a bit to make his presence known, not wanting to frighten you any more than you already appear to be. As he tilts his head to peer at you curiously, you snap up, eyes widening as they roam down his body. 

Tsukishima has decided to forgo a shirt, and tiny drops of water run down the tensed muscle of his torso. His arms flex as he towels off his hair, leaving it slightly disheveled and messy — a sight you so adore. His glasses are most likely still in the bathroom as he squints at you, and you have to bite back a moan as you see his v-line disappearing under his sweatpants, a coarse trail of hair following the bulge of his cock so prominently displayed in his pants.

Your mouth dries, and you suddenly are at a loss for words. 

“You okay?” your boyfriend asks, and you have half a mind to reply with a, no, how could I be?

Instead, you swallow, biting back the nausea that threatens to swallow you up, clutching at the small bit of courage you still retain. 

“I’ve been thinking…” you begin, taking a deep breath. You shift on your bed, moving to stand. Tsukishima merely watches you as you move towards him, his towel falling lax to the ground as your hands move to his hips. He swallows thickly as you guide him to sit, following your movements with rapt attention as he nearly falls to your bed. 

Instantly, he spreads his legs to accommodate your body, his hands falling to your waist in a practiced movement. 

“You’ve been thinking,” Tsukishima states, his heart pounding at the compromising position you’ve placed yourselves in. 

You nod, trailing your hands up Tsukishima’s bare chest. His breath hitches in his throat as your fingertips brush over his nipples, smoothing over the broad expanse of his soft chest. His skin is still slightly dewy from his shower and emanates a warmth that causes a hot pooling of arousal to settle between your thighs. You want nothing more than to lean down and kiss along his skin, your lips brushing along his neck and chest, to cause those sounds you’ve heard a few times previously to spill from his lips. 

Tsukishima’s breath hitches in his throat as you lean forward, pressing your lips cautiously to his throat. You look up at him — as if in question- with a soft, pleading look in your eyes. Tsukishima nods, lips parted in pleasure as the softness of your lips instantly causes his cock to throb against his thigh. 

“I’ve been thinking that I want you,” you sigh against his skin, your heart rapping thunderously in your chest. Tsukishima instantly lets out a sound of pleasure, gripping onto your hips a bit tighter as your lips graze over his collarbones, dipping to kiss by his sternum. 

“Oh?” he asks, and Tsukishima feels a flush of anticipation run through his body. His voice is a bit breathier than he would’ve liked, but it’s something that obviously caused you intense satisfaction. His eyes rolled back to the ceiling as your soft lips wrapped around his nipple, kissing him slightly before trailing further along his chest. “You want me, huh?” 

Your boyfriend tries to maintain his teasing, carefree attitude. He tries not to make it known in his voice how much he wants you, and how much your actions affect him. He tries to not make it known how badly he needs you, too, his cock stiffening almost embarrassingly fast between your bodies. 

Tsukishima’s grip on your waist becomes a bit tighter as he lifts you effortlessly, his arms wrapping around your waist to place you on the middle of the bed. He does so gently, carefully, his darkened eyes never leaving yours as he presses his hips against yours. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low with desire. When you nod, Tsukishima feels a fresh bundle of nervousness fill his heart, adrenaline and arousal coursing through his veins with anticipation. 

He can practically feel the heat of your clothed cunt, the only thing separating your bodies being his sweatpants and the thin material of your panties. Tsukishima nearly chokes as he realizes that you must’ve discarded them while he was in the shower, and his cock grows harder against his thigh. 

“Of course I want you,” you reply, running your fingers through his wet hair. The blonde strands are messy as they ruffle over his forehead, and his eyes are darker than usual without the glint of his glasses reflecting off of them. 

Tsukishima groans at your words, burying his face against your neck as he’s unable to maintain the intense eye contact. Instinctively, he presses his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the throbbing of his thick cock pushing against your cunt. A shaky breath is pulled from his lungs as you wrap your legs around his waist, arching your back to feel even closer to him. 

“You should’ve just joined me in the shower,” Tsukishima teases, a light chuckle coating his words as he attempts to maintain a shred of his composure; he’s referring to your barely clothed state, you know, and you can’t help but agree with him. As he pulls away from your neck, an unusually soft smile on his face, Tsukishima can’t help but fall even more in love with you. 

You look at him with awe, lips parted in concentration as you drink all of him in. Your hands cup his cheeks reverently, running down his cheekbones, tracing along his lips. His heart stutters almost painfully as the pads of your fingertips catch along his bottom lip, and he grasps your wrist in his hand — not unlike how he did earlier — and presses infinitesimal kisses to your fingertips. 

“I should’ve,” you agree, breathless. You feel like the words are caught in your throat, unable to say or do anything under the intensity of his gaze. “But, we’ll have enough time for that after.”

The insinuation behind your words causes his breathing to falter, a deep pooling of arousal to settle warmly in his lower abdomen. Tsukishima can’t help the low groan that settles deep in his chest, rutting his clothed cock against your core once again. 

“Can I have you?” your boyfriend asks, nearly panting against your skin. His breath is hot against your throat as he presses his lips there, leaving rushed, messy, open-mouthed kisses on your heated skin. 

“Yes,” you agree, tangling your hands in the softness of his still-wet hair. Your legs part even more for him, angling your hips up to better feel the tenseness of his cock pressing against you. 

The flurry of activity that comes next is enough to leave you breathless. His hands, so full of sincere love, push up your shirt, a smirk decorating his lips despite the heavy heaving of his chest. His fingertips drag along your skin, and he kisses you with a deep fervor, causing you to pant and whine into his mouth. Tsukishima moans into your mouth in turn, parting your lips with his mouth to press his tongue against yours. It’s messy, the way he kisses you, but it is dripping with a sincerity that you have come to associate your lover with. 

“Can I take this off, please,” Tsukishima nearly begs, and the neediness so clearly present in his tone is enough to have you squeezing your thighs together. They catch around his waist, and Tsukishima lets out a gruff groan as you press against his hard cock again. 

“Take it all off, please. Need to feel you,” you murmur against his lips. 

Tsukishima pushes your shirt up your chest, pulling away briefly to tug it off your body. You lean up a bit to help him, your hands never leaving his body as he does so. 

The shirt falls to a pile on the floor, leaving you in only your panties. Tsukishima leans up to admire you, taking a deep, shuddering breath at the sight of your body splayed out underneath him. You admire the faint blush that coats his cheeks as he gazes at you with unadulterated desire, your eyes trailing down to his stiff cock pressing a bulge in his sweatpants. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Tsukishima breathes out, sitting back on his haunches as he continues to stare. His dark eyes roam over your figure, reveling in the sight of fully seeing you for the first time. 

You’re more beautiful than he ever could have imagined, and his chest clenches in adoration and need. 

Tired of being under his piercing, appreciative gaze, you reach your hands out for him. Tsukishima gladly accepts, smoothing his hands up your side, running up your stomach, catching on the swell of your breasts. He curses under his breath at the give in your soft skin, brushing his thumbs over your nipples — pinching until they’re hardened against his warm palms.

“Tsukki,” you moan his name, but the sound causes your boyfriend to furrow his brows in displeasure. 

“No, not Tsukki. Not like this,” he insists, softly kneading your breasts in his hands. He rolls your nipples under his touch, leaning down to cage you against the bed once more. The sounds he lets out when his chest presses against yours are heavenly, causing the breath to catch in your throat as he looks up at you. 

“Kei?” you ask, voice a bit timid as you speak his given name. Your hands curl through his hair, massaging his scalp until they come to rest at the nape of his neck. 

The sound of his name falling from your lips — still a bit bruised from your kisses earlier — has Tsukishima nearly cumming in his pants. His head falls down with a wounded sound, his lips instantly pressing to the soft curve of your breast. 

You let out a loud cry as his tongue laves over your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and sucking hard. Tsukishima groans against you as he grinds his hips against yours again, desperately needing to hear you call his name again. 

“Again,” he nearly demands, murmuring against your chest. He kisses you there softly, lips pressing against your skin, fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples until you're nearly grinding along his cock. 

“Kei,” you breathe out, head falling back in pleasure. Tsukishima lets out a pleased sound against your breast, gently biting before sucking on your skin to relieve the ache. 

“There you go, that’s it,” he praises you, kissing up your chest and neck to reach your lips. As he captures your lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, his fingers trail down your body, dancing along the hem of your underwear in a silent question. 

“Please,” you mutter against his lips, barely pulling away from your kiss. You desire to feel him closer, adoring how your lips brush against each other’s when you speak. 

Tsukishima wastes no time pulling down your panties, allowing the band to snap harshly against your hips. He grins at the smacking sound, then smirks even wider at the needy, choked sound you let out.

“You like that?” he teases you, repeating the action once more. Tsukishima allows the band to snap against your hip, dragging the fabric down and tugging the string between your heat. He pulls ever-so-slightly, allowing the tightened fabric of your panties to press firmly against your dripping cunt. 

The intense feeling of pleasure pools in your stomach, your slick coating your thighs at the simultaneous feeling of pleasure, yet not pleasurable enough. 

“Oh, yeah you did,” Tsukishima says with awe, dragging his fingertips to spread apart your folds. He admires the slickness pooling between your thighs, immediately leaning down to latch his lips around your clit and sucking hard. He moans as he gathers your wetness on his tongue, allowing spit to pool on your sensitive, firm clit, before pulling it once more between his lips. 

A loud cry of his name is like music to his ears, and Tsukishima rewards you by humming against your cunt. He moans at the heat that emanates from you, pulling your panties to the side to shake his head, laving his tongue over your folds until your legs are shaking by his head. 

Tsukishima makes out with your cunt; he places wet, messy, open-mouthed kisses to your clit, dragging his tongue between your folds to collect your desire on his tongue. When he’s gathered enough for his liking, he suckles your hot nub into his mouth, moaning around it as he presses his tongue under the hood of your clit. 

You’re a moaning, writhing mess underneath him when Tsukishima finally presses his fingers to your entrance, slowly crooking two of them inside you. He buries them in your tight heat knuckle-deep, and Tsukishima finds that he has stave off another orgasm as you clamp around his fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t even imagine how you’ll feel around my cock,” Tsukishima muses against you. His voice is held in awe as he buries his head between your thighs, encouraging the rough grab of your fingers through his hair. You realize he’s not trying to tease you — Tsukishima is simply being truthful, sincerely voicing his thoughts as he shakes his head between your thighs, sucking harshly on your clit as he does so. 

“Kei –” your words are halted as a sharp gasp is ripped from your chest, your thighs clamping around your lover’s head as his fingers nudge against the spot inside you that has you keening. 

“Go on,” he mumbles against you, eyes half-lidded with desire as he makes out with your cunt. Tsukishima makes eye contact with you from between your parted legs, urging you to continue, his fingers still buried inside your cunt as he sucks on your folds, kissing your clit in a messy, passionate fervor. 

“Kei, you feel so good, oh my god,” you arch your back as Tsukishima pushes his fingers in faster, curling inside your walls to stretch you out even further. 

He continues doing this — sucking on your clit, dragging his tongue through your folds, fucking you on his fingers — until he feels an insistent tug on his hair. He pulls away from you with furrowed brows, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit, before you pull him up your body. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek in concern. You gaze up at him, thoroughly starstruck, wondering what you could’ve ever possibly done to gain such a perfect man. 

“I want to cum on your cock,” you state truthfully, a small bit of shyness still present in your tone. 

Your words — honest and sincere — cause Tsukishima to let out another loud groan. He rests his head against your neck, pressing languid, hot kisses to your skin, trailing his tongue along your neck before hurriedly kissing your lips. 

“You’re gonna be the end of me, you know that, right?” your lover asks, pressing his forehead to yours, squeezing his eyes shut as your hand smooths down his lower abs. You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, and Tsukishima quickly obliges, shoving them down his thighs and over his knees, until they join the growing pile on the floor. 

“You act like you don’t have the same effect on me,” you let out an amused laugh, one hand cupping his cheek while the other trails down his thigh. 

Tsukishima finds himself at a loss for words once again as your smaller hand curls around his thick shaft, gripping him experimentally, before you behind sliding it along his length. He lets out a broken sound of your name, bracing his arms around your head as he nearly collapses against your body. 

“D-don’t do that,” Tsukishima stutters, then inwardly curses himself for doing so. “God — if you do that, I might cum.”

The chuckle you let out is sin, he’s sure of it, as you twist your wrist while stroking up the thick length of his cock. “Isn’t that the whole point?” 

Tsukishima groans at your words, the sound building low in his throat. With swift movements, he latches his hands underneath your body, sitting lazily against the headboard as he settles you over his lap. 

“Because…” he states, tugging at your panties. They drag down the smooth skin of your thighs, and Tsukishima watches with rapt attention as they fall down your legs, joining the pile on the floor. His large hands hold you steady against him as you press your palms to his chest, your voice lost as you merely drown in everything that is Tsukishima Kei. “Because I want to teach you. I want to teach you how to ride me –”

Kei’s words are rushed and fumbled, similar to his hands — restlessly smoothing up your sides as if he doesn’t know how to touch you. “I want to teach you how to fuck me, and I want to learn how to fuck you.”

Tsukishima punctuates his words by trailing his fingers between your thighs again, spreading apart your folds as your entrance catches on the fat, mushroom head of his cock. He bites his lip, but does not hide the sudden sound that reaches your ears. 

He rolls his hips underneath you, the soft skin of his cock pressed between your spread folds, rutting against you until you’re clutching at his chest. His fingers press to your clit, rolling it between his fingertips as he circles nondescript shapes to it. 

Eventually, you realize they’re the letters of his name. Kei. 

“Please,” you beg, grinding against his stiff cock. The pleasure is insurmountable as you grip your boyfriend, pleading with him to fuck you the way you’ve both been waiting. 

However, Tsukishima is the image of patience, his hand holding your hip steady as he brushes your folds along the length of his cock. 

“But most importantly,” Tsukishima continues, the bravery snagging in his chest as he gazes at you. You’re so beautiful right now, perched over his lap, your wetness slicking down your thighs as you drag your cunt along his cock. He wants to capture this moment, to keep it tucked close in his heart, able to return to it whenever he’d like. 

Tsukishima is in love with you — sincerely, wholly in love — and he finds it difficult to hold back any longer. 

With a silent question — his brows raised as he guides your hips to settle over his cock — you nod, and Tsukishima finally, slowly, pushes his cock between your folds, pressing past the tight muscle of your entrance to sink his achingly hard length inside you. “I want you to teach me how to make love to you.”

And Tsukishima swallows thickly, his head falling back to rest against the headboard at the sheer pleasure coiling tightly at the base of his cock, jutting his hips forward to press into you a bit deeper. “Because I love you.”

His words have you falling to his chest in breathless pants, impatiently rolling your hips to drag your cunt along his length. Tsukishima lets out a wounded, choked sound as you clamp down around him, spreading his legs a bit further as you begin bouncing on his long, thick cock. 

“You love me?” you ask, breathless, as you ride him. Tsukishima’s hands shake as they guide your hips back and forth, fucking his cock up into you with every stroke. It curves inside you, pressing against the spot that has you panting and moaning his name, as you sink down on his thick length once again. 

“Of course I do, idiot,” Tsukishima stutters out, flicking your forehead again even as you fuck him. And then, his tone takes on a bit of vulnerability as Tsukishima visibly falls apart in your arms. “How could I not?”

You press your head to the crook of his neck in response, bouncing on his aching cock with quick, deep thrusts. Tsukishima groans as your cunt swallows his length, pulling his fat head further inside you every time you sink down on his cock. 

“I love you too, Kei — so, so much,” your words are breathless as you moan out strings of his name, clutching his broad shoulders as you grind your hips over his own. His cock massages your tight walls, the thick drag of his length causing a delicious pleasure to spike through your core. 

However, despite the sweet, sincere vulnerability of the moment, Tsukishima can’t help but imbue a bit of humor into it. 

“Oh, I can tell,” he states, glancing pointedly at your slick that stains his thighs wet. Then, his fingers drag between your thighs, catching on your clit as he begins circling it between his fingertips. “I can’t wait to make you cum. Wanna see you make an even bigger mess.”

Tsukishima’s lewd words, paired with the hasty movements against your clit, his cock burying inside your tight walls, have you reaching your peak much faster than you’re used to. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck — you can’t tighten around me like that. Oh my god, how are you this fucking tight, shit –” Tsukishima’s incoherent stuttering causes an infinite amount of satisfaction to swell in his chest, and the feeling only builds as he leans forward to wrap his lips around your breast. 

“Kei, you feel so good,” you return, carding your fingers through your hair and tugging when he thrusts his cock up into you. You grind down onto him, circling your hips to clamp tighter around his cock, reveling in the sweet sounds that spill from your lover’s lips. 

His breathing is ragged and rough, moving his hips as well as he could underneath you, pulling your body to his as he presses his fingers against your clit. “I — fuck, don’t do that — I can’t hold on much longer,” he gasps against your lips. Tsukishima is nearly overwhelmed with love as you rock on his cock, taking him inside you over and over again, the sounds of his name falling past your lips as you do so. 

“Then don’t,” you pant against his lips, brushing your nose along his in a sweet, barely-there touch. You feel your own end circling in your core as you gush around his length, clamping down harshly on his cock as his fingers continue nudging over your clit, pinching it between his fingers as your orgasm courses through your body. 

“Kei! Fuck –” you cry, fucking him harder into the bed as you press your forehead to his chest. Your eyes are enamored with how you’re connected, and you know Tsukishima is similarly drawn to watching how your cunt attempts to milk his cock dry. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good — holy shit, keep fucking me like that, please –” Tsukishima grounds out, gritting his teeth as you continue cumming around his cock. Even so, he doesn’t stop his ministrations on your clit, rubbing the aching nub as he fucks his cock into you, his thick length stretching you open as he chases his own high. 

“Fuck baby, need to pull out or else I’m gonna cum so deep inside this pussy,” Tsukishima moans, eyes rolling back to the ceiling at the thought. He feels your walls pulse around his cock, sucking him in over and over as you finally come down from your high. “Need – need to pull out, shit.”

But you continue fucking him, rolling your hips as you take his length deeper inside you. “I want you to cum inside me, Kei, if you want to?” you ask so sweetly, cupping his cheeks with your hands. 

He looks at you with wide eyes, focused on the deep love etched on your features. Instantly, he feels his cock throb, his slit leaking hot and heavy into your tight heat. “I want to, god I want you. Want to cum deep inside this pussy — my pussy. It’s mine now, right? Fuck, I’m yours. Tell me you’re mine?” Tsukishima nearly begs, his head falling back as you fuck him harder, faster. 

“I’m yours, Kei, all yours. Please — I need to feel your cum,” you moan, circling your hips to clamp around him again, sucking his hard cock deeper inside you. 

Tsukishima loses it after that. His vision turns white as he clutches to you, gripping onto your hips as his leaking slit spills against your walls. It’s a creamy mess as you fuck him through his orgasm, dripping down his shaft and settling against his thighs, the thick smell of sex permeating the room as he presses his lips to your temple, moaning out breathless pants of your name. 

It takes a while for his intense orgasm to settle, the warmth of your heat pulsing around his cock, milking him dry. The pleasure pools heavy in his groin, and he can’t help but spread his legs even more to accommodate the way your cunt sinks down on his length, repeatedly. 

You’re both a panting, breathless mess, clutching onto each other as you kiss desperately. Tsukishima still kisses you hastily, messily, open-mouthed kisses as he moans against your lips, carefully fucking his cock back into you two more times. He fucks his cum back into you, groaning as his brows furrow in overstimulation, your body melting into his touch as you whimper against him. 

When you finally pull apart, Tsukishima can’t help but place three more kisses to your lips. You laugh as he presses one to the corner of your mouth, drawing his own smile to the surface, the post-orgasmic haze settling thickly over you both as you rest. 

“Good?” he asks, unable to handle the pleased smile that rests on his lips. 

You chuckle breathlessly, smoothing your hand over his chest. “You even have to ask?”

As your cunt clenches around his cock — whether you did so consciously or not — Tsukishima sends you a feigned, playful glare. 

“I don’t know,” he looks at you with a thoughtful look, pulling out of your cunt and repositioning you. He settles you against the bed, hovering over your body with lust blatantly present in his gaze. “I don’t think I’ve learned enough yet.”

Tsukishima smirks as his fingers trail down your body, leaving trails of burning desire along your skin. The small gasp you release when he reaches your cunt is like music to his ears, and even more satisfaction swells in his chest as your legs wrap around his waist. 

“I think you’re right,” you giggle, arching your hips up to brush against his cock — now hard again. “I think we need more practice,” you trail a finger down the defined muscle of his abdomen, curling your fingers around the base of his thick shaft. 

He groans as he sinks into your touch, spreading apart your thighs as he presses home inside you once again. 

Tsukishima Kei loves sincerely. He loves with his entire heart, even though its vulnerability scares him. You feel it in every way he touches you, not shrouded in a sense of falsity but instead with an unadulterated truth surrounding it. He loves wholly, covering you with the intensity of his adoration, allowing you to feel safe and comforted in his arms. 

Because, as the one he loves most, Tsukishima Kei loves you sincerely. 

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#nsfw #tsukishima kei #tsukishima smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! smut #i love this!! #this is so perfect #i also love how it is both sweet and hot at the same time wow <3

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is there any nanami x bread girl!reader fic out there (can be angst or fluff or maybe a combo of that two)?? i just miss him so much

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento imagine #nanami kento angst #nanami kento fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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smoke and mirrors

summary: You were his muse and he was the sweetest temptation you couldn’t wait to devour.

pairing: lingerie designer! getou suguru x model! f reader

warnings: butterfly-inducing sexual tension, blowjobs, sir kink, spanking, lingerie kink, degradation, praise, girl-on-top sex, mentions of commitment phobia, mentions of alcohol, just all around smuttiness and thirstiness for getou, unedited fic

a/n: inspired by this post which started this whole brainrot fest ghjkghj

You had no idea how it all began.

This… flirtation. The tension. The flitting looks given to each other over swathes of lace and garter belts and requests to be alone in fitting rooms together. 

It was industry knowledge never to bite the hand that feeds you; but in your case, what if that hand was immensely tempting that you couldn’t help but want to feel it caressing all over your body, sloping around your neck, calloused fingers running all over–

“You’re staring at him again.”

Mai’s voice was the one to break you out of your reverie and you snapped your attention back to her.

“Huh?”

She took in your flushed cheeks, the indents in your lower lips that you had been unconsciously biting down on and smothered a smirk behind her open palm, her pretty face twisted in delight at having caught you right in the act.

“Oh, don’t act all coy, Y/N,” she chastised in mock annoyance. “You’re practically undressing Getou-san with your eyes.”

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#nsfw #geto suguru #geto 🥵 #geto smut are always so good #i’m falling harder and harder for this man

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Photograph, oh my mind.

photographer!Satoru Gojo x model f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault’s doin’ it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering. Words: 4.4k

networks: @planetonet

The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.

You’re just you.

But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.

“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.

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#nsfw #gojo 🥵 #this man!!! #down bad for him

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TW: smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any

gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.

mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.

it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.

"‘tooru—" you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.

"j- just a bit more pretty." he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.

you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.

you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.

"fuck baby," he moans.

though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.

you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.

"alright baby, you know what to do," he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.

his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.

with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.

and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying "oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that." then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.

your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.

when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process 'just making sure' to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.

and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.

and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3

#nsfw #gojo 🥵 #THIS IS SO??! HOT

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the story of us

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

genre: angst

note: this is lowkey inspired by a tv commercial that i suddenly remembered lmao please beware of my shitty writing i wrote this in an hour bc i can’t get it out of my mind and i did not proofread anymore so i’m v sorry if there are errors! i’ll try to fix them when i feel like doing so hehe but i hope you guys will still like this one! reblogs are appreciated! ♡

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#self rb #i realized that it's giving the glimpse of us

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an angel and her saint.

tw: minors, do not interact. smut, fluff, gojo <3

ugh, gojo satoru lives for it. having you cream all over his cock, a little rim of sheen on him and his cum dripping out of you; he's more than happy to collect the drops with his thick fingers and shove them back into you — patting your cunt as it begins to tremble and twitch. "ah ah ah.. be a good girl. take what daddy gives you." he looks into your eyes, still teary from the crying, just a little less lustful than before.. until you feel hotness grazing against your thigh, his dripping tip leaving trails of his essence and yours. "c'mon baby, don't you love it? give me more.." he has the audacity to pout as he holds your face, cheeks pushed together as he leans in for a kiss. the kind of kiss that reels you in, the kind of kiss that starts with soft, plump lips, tender presses and angelic touches that become rough, and impatient. a kiss that ends with moans and bites and saliva when his cock is buried deep inside of you. he watches your face as he presses his hand down against your lower tummy, "mmm.. feel me in there? fuck," your tits covered in hickies he's responsible for, a bite mark on your shoulder he placed there earlier, and the slow, slow formation of something that looks like his hand on your hips; he's entirely enamored. thrown into this high, he believes he's seen the lights of heaven in your eyes and the sounds of angels when you moan. "i was made to worship you." he mutters as he leans down for another kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you forget how to breathe, the kind of kiss that makes you love gojo satoru even more.

#gojo 🥵 #zaddy #i want him so bad #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen