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The prompt list is just🦋🦋, anyways i wished you'd do 1/4 and i for yuuji ittadori like a bit hawt/naughty yet vanilla... Idk if that makes sense but anyways that was my suggestion... Looking forward 🐥💖

mdni - nsfw content, characters are 18+, mentions of alcohol consumption, face siting, oral (f receiving)

Requests: Closed!

I want to write abt Yuji more, he's so damn sweet - makes my heart so full <3

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You challenged him when you were drunk.

In your defense it was one stupid frat party and everyone was drunk - you didn't think he'd take you seriously!

"You can't even keep your hands off of me during group projects, I don't see you lasting a week." You said, five beers deep and slurring your words.

He brushed off your remark, "Psh - that's light work. I have more self control than you think."

He was wrong.

Because three days after that party, in your dorm room, Itadori was basically vibrating with 'self-control.'

"You okay?" You teased, legs crossed so your skirt would expose more of your soft thigh.

His pencil was crunching in his fist, eyes on his paper and leg bouncing, "Yep."

"You sure?" you inched closer to his clenched jaw, "Doesn't seem like it."

"Shut up."

"No need to be snippy. I'm only trying to help."

Sighing, he grumbled, "Y/n...I swear to God."

The final nail in the coffin was when you tucked your pencil behind your ear to draw a finger up his thigh and whisper, "What's got you so tense?"

A few silent moments passed. The pencil was slowly released from its white-knuckle grip, tense jaw was eased, and his knee had stopped bouncing. Truthfully you were fearful of him turning to you and unleashing Hell, but even if he did...it only gave you more of a reason to drive him over the edge and forget this stupid challenge.

But it seemed your teasing had already done the trick, because he had you tossed over his shoulder and flopped onto the bed in seconds.

Hovering over you, lips dusting your ear, he remarked, "You win."

With excitement, your wrapped your arms around his torso and tangled your fingers in his vibrant hair, inner thighs pressing against his hips. Those lips that once crossed your ear found your own after several days of neglectful absence, and dear God did you miss them. As lustfully as he fed you kisses, you ate them up, shuffling out of your clothes in the meanwhile.

You found yourself in another one of Yuji's whirlwinds as he settled his back onto the mattress and urged your hips closer to his face.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You wondered hesitantly, hands finding refuge on the headboard of your shitty dorm bed.

"Just trust me."

"Yuji-"

"Babe." He met your eyes through the curves of your body, almost consumed by his pupils, "Please. I've always wanted to do this."

Hell - you did too! Your friends raved about face sitting, saying how fun and empowering it was. Besides, Itadori's nose had a beautiful slope and point for you to truly ride his face. Though, you still had your doubts, so shuffling the rest of the way up and resting your folds onto his mouth from below was foreign.

But once his tongue darted out from his lips and began to explore your center, it was all familiar territory, and you settled into the feel. Good thing your hands had already made themselves welcome on the headboard, otherwise you'd be melting.

Yuji's hands held your outer-thighs, kneading and grasping at the plush muscle, sometimes pushing them together to further lose himself in you.

And when he did this you worried, "Yuji-I don't want to hurt you.."

He would pull away for a brief second and just enough to catch your worried gaze, "You're not."

"But-"

"If you don't ride my face, I'll really make sure I stick out a whole week."

You couldn't have that. The whole damn reason you were like this right now was because you were bursting at the seems for him to touch you, and it was only three days in! What other options did you have?

So you listened to him, inching yourself down until his tongue connected with you once again. Only this time instead of his palms on your thighs, they groped your ass, hard enough to make you gasp his name. You could feel him groaning triumphantly against you, only fueling the fire within your naval.

Then he pushed you forward, your clit sliding against his tongue and then the curve of his nose making your thighs tremble. It was only natural for you to glide yourself back, letting the full range of motion catch onto your sensitive bud again and leave you biting your lip, and just when you had settled down from the pleasure stimulating your system you were being guided forward again. Your friends were right.

A few more tentative roll of your hips left your feeling more confident and had you too consumed in the feel to worry about Itadori's end. Now you ground your heat down onto him without a second thought of him, the only goal in mind to reach your high and shake at the intensity of it. You weren'tentirely sure, but something along the lines of, "Yeah baby that's it," was muffled by your cunt.

You couldn't help yourself when you picked up the pace, really pressing yourself onto his tongue, lips, and nose, not caring how loud your moans were. All that mattered was that white explosion that snapped in your core and fried every nerve in your body rapidly approaching. Yuji supported you from below with more muffled praises that were lost between the commotion of your moans and your rocking waist.

You sucked in a breath and pressed your lips together, digging your nails into the headboard, getting weak as your orgasm slowly released itself. Then it hit you like a tsunami, taking over your whole body in an instant and leaving your hips staggering and your muscles weak. Itadori did what he could with his tongue and the pressure of his hands on your hips to intensify each second and milk you of your slick. It coated nearly his whole face, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

When you stopped humming and vibrating, some strength regained in your muscles and allowed you to maneuver off of him. The sight below was one you'd never forget: pink hair messy and loose strands plastered to his skin, nose, lips and chin slathered in your wetness, and the biggest damn smile you've ever seen on him - the little shit. With vigor he grabbed your ass again and shimmied down the sheets,

"Let's do that again."

#jjk smut #itadori yuji smut #itadori yūji #itadori x y/n #jujutsu itadori #yuji smut #itadori yuji x you #itadori yuji x reader

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mdni - impact play, oral (f receiving), nipple play, finger sucking, degrading, mocking, slight choking, slight overstimulation

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Mmmm Dom!Armin gets me hot and bothered

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Armin was always the sweet brainiac, right?

Not necessarily the strongest one of the bunch in terms of physical strength, but Goddamnit was he smart. Armin was nothing short of a genius and knew exactly what to say in order to get the desired outcome. Though it wasn't his best asset - Armin was a fantastic manipulator.

But of course, he only used his sly words when need be. Not once did he have to use them against you, his wonderful girlfriend, because there was no reason for you to conform under his pressure! More often than not you were on his side, so all he could reply with was a compliment or a soft joke to hear you giggle.

That was...until you asked to spice things up in the bedroom:

"I-I don't want you to take this the wrong way, because I'm pretty happy about our sex life..."

"...but?" He hated how hesitant you were to communicate with him sometimes.

With a nervous sigh, you finished, "but I want to try something new."

Armin pressed for you to elaborate.

"Well, ya know - I'm always in charge and I'd like, uh, for you to maybe take over sometime." You anxiously picked at your nails and shot nervous glimpses at him from your peripheral vision.

And Armin was completely open to the idea, endlessly welcoming to it! But there was one problem; he wasn't very experienced at being dominant in the bedroom. Though, that wasn't much of an obstacle, because Armin would go to the ends of the Earth and back if it meant you were completely satisfied.

After your quick talk, you took to the shower and Armin leapt for his phone, sending a message to the group chat.

Armin: guys I have a very serious question and I need you all to save your jokes for later

Eren: uuuu is everything ok?

Jean: yeah man what's going on

Connie: this outta be good

Armin: okay so...Y/n said she wanted to reverse rolls

Eren: ??? tf does that mean

Armin: like...in the bedroom

Connie: oh!!! being a bottom is so fun you'll love it

Jean: yeah I don't mind it from time to time

Armin: ...

Eren: you don't have to be scared, I doubt Y/n is going to do anything weird or scary

Armin: let's say - hypothetically - I was already pretty familiar with being a bottom

Connie: oh...my...god

Armin: I said save your jokes!!!

Jean: that wasn't what I was expecting

Eren: just call her a bitch

Armin: NO!! why would I ever do that?

Eren: trust me.

Jean: for once I actually have to agree with Eren, be mean.

Connie: just do like, idk, what she does to you but onto her

Jean: Connie you take years off of my life

Eren: don't be brutal but make it a point that you're in charge, be confident

Armin: that's easy for you to say.

Eren: just try it, you might like it more than you think

Jean: you could mix praising and degrading too

Armin: uuuu how does that work

Jean: be like "my pretty slut," shit like that

Connie: is that what you liked to be called Jean?

Jean: no but ur mom does

Armin: well thx for the advice

Eren: let's us know how it goes

Armin: absolutely not

Connie: lameeeeeee

"Everything okay?"

Your voice startled the blonde boy, his phone fumbling in his hands and a bright fuchsia painted his cheeks.

"Uh-uh yeah! Yeah I'm fine no worries." He clamped his hands and phone between his thighs before looking up to you with a crooked smile.

Your towel was wrapped around your chest, the tops of your breast exposed with droplets of water still beading down them. Armin's eyes locked onto your skin and his skin burned even more red.

"Mmm doesn't seem like it." You pursed your lips.

Armin swallowed thickly and quickly shook his head, struggling to meet your gaze, "Nope, I'm a-okay!"

You figured standing before him half nude and dripping wet wasn't helping the erection pressing against his sweatpants nor the glossy look in his eyes. So you hummed and sauntered off to your shared room, letting the towel drop and the cold air in your room ripple your body with goosebumps.

In the closet, you searched your dresser drawers for a nightgown - preferably something thin since the nights had grown more and more warm with the change in season. Armin curled up next to you at night only added to the heat trapped under your blankets, his body mimicking an oven and you an ice cube.

Plucking a light pink, spaghetti strap gown from deep within the drawer, you grinned and turned to the mirror, excited to put on something so dainty. However, you gasped and clutched the garment over your chest in a startled frenzy.

"God Armin! You're gonna kill me one day doing that." You scolded, narrowing your eyes at him through his reflection.

Then you busied yourself with your gown, shaking it out of its crumpled state and readying to slip it on, but a warm breath fanned over your neck and cemented your joints.

"You don't need that." Armin purred into your ear, grasping the fabric from your hands and leaving you exposed in front of the mirror.

You turned your head to gauge a better view of his expression. Sultry eyes, mischievous smirk, low voice.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

His response was to lace your fingers in his and drift you both over to the bed, guiding you up the mattress and against the pillows.

"What's-"

Two fingers shot into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

"Stop asking questions." His other hand explored your freshly cleaned abdomen and dusted over your stiffened nipples. Then his palm harshly groped at your tit, leaving you hissing around his digits, "Seems you like that," he noted, "Maybe you'd like this too."

His thumb and forefinger clamped down on one of your nipples, slowly twisting and feeling the vibrations of your whimper against his other fingers, "Mmm looks like I was right, let's see what else you like."

In an effort to gain more knowledge, you tried to gurgle out his name questioningly, only it resulted in his digits venturing further down your tongue.

His large eyes snapped to yours, "I said stop with the fucking questions. Unless you like my fingers down your throat. You would wouldn't you? Fucking whore."

Completely astonished, your brows nearly dusted your hairline and your eyes threatens to pop from their sockets. You'd stutter about his behavior if it wasn't for the fingers knuckle deep in your mouth. Sure, you figured Armin was brewing up something to make an attempt at being dominant, however you didn't expect him to fully sell the part.

With his fingers still against your tongue, Armin repositioned himself between your legs, propped on his knees. His other hand harshly gripped your knee and forced your legs open, revealing your center.

"Maybe it's time for a little pay back for all those nights you edged me for hours. I'm sure your cunt could take it," he smirked, "No, you will take it."

Armin's words left you yelping, blooming a new type of fear in your chest. You weren't scared of Armin in a way that you felt you needed to flee and cry for help, but rather nervously anticipated his actions. The unknowing left you desperate for his next move, yet you cowered against the sheets.

His fingers slipped from your lips in order to grasp your jaw and force your gaze onto him, faces inches away, "Are you done squirming?"

You nodded dumbly, your head spinning.

"Good, let's keep it that way." He patted your cheek and grinned sarcastically.

Then he slithered back down, pressing your thighs up and back until they were against your torso. You had been naked in front of Armin plenty of times, showered with him even, but now more than ever you felt incredibly exposed to him.

Humming with delight, Armin watched your folds glisten for a moment before adding his own touch of nectar with his tongue. His tongue felt like it was coated in hot molasses, prodding and playing with your cunt. Usually you'd be hovering over him, fingers tangled in his hair and rocking your hips against his face, so it was a little frustrating not to have your pleasure in your control.

"Armin c'mon.." you whined and arched your back slightly toward him. A stinging sensation left you jolting against the linens and gasping, "Did you just-"

Another smack cut off your sentence.

"What did I tell you about questions?"

You peered between your thighs with raised brows and speechless, meeting a dark, threatening stare. This time you watched him slap your cunt.

"Answer me when I talk to you."

Gulping you shakily replied, "No questions."

He nodded and returned his attention to the task at hand, "That's right."

Again his muscle was swirling against your clit and adventuring through your womanhood at an aggravatingly slow rate, but you didn't chance rutting your hips into his face. Frustrated, you flopped back against the pillows and let your hands get lost in the sheets, resting all responsibility on Armin's shoulders.

That's when the true sensation of oral pleasure consumed you. The blissful heat of Armin's tongue and lips melding with your pussy, how your clit was thousands times more sensitive compared to when fingers caressed it; the slowness of it all gave you time to truly enjoy what was being offered to you. Instead of panting and groaning, you were sighing and moaning.

Every so often Armin would let one of your legs drift open or rest against his back, fumbling with different positions - but at all times your thighs were spread. He needed as much access to you as possible to see what he was working with, get a true look at what made him a feral, pouty mess most nights and early mornings. How he didn't want to switch rolls sooner was a mystery to him, because the view before him was quite literally something to feast upon. Sometimes he'd pause just to get a view of the mess he was making, only to dive back in ten times stronger.

Your hands were lost in the pillows, eyes closed and the feeling of Armin's spit and your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. If you had given the blonde man a chance to be proactive sooner, you would've been able to relish in the euphoria he had your body melting in. Your new idea of heaven was having Armin between your legs all night long.

The struggle in your sighs and whimpering undertones of your moans let Armin know he needed to up the intensity. Your orgasm was nearing its peak and he was the sole ruler of it, and as much as he wanted to see you wriggle and beg, he was dying to see your jaw drop and taste every last drop of your release. So his tongue flicked faster against your clit, and his eyes flitted up to your expression to watch your bottom lip get pinched between your teeth and your brows knit.

"Mmm, God, just like that." You purred, keeping your eyes squeezed shut as you reached down to work your fingers into his soft, champagne hair.

Though his jaw was growing tired, he didn't let up for a second, seeing your jaw gradually drop and feeling your nails dig deeper into his scalp. When your hips started jerking and rolling instinctively, Armin knew the lighting in you was burning hotter and hotter.

Then it exploded.

Like second nature you ground your heat against the rhythm of his tongue to intensify your rush as much as possible. You moaned loudly and uncontrollably at the sensation, completely consumed in the feeling. The cherry on top was Armin digging his fingertips into your thighs and forcing you closer to him, smothering himself.

"Fuck!" You shuddered, overstimulation leaving your muscles limp and waist jittering.

The only thing stopping Armin from his ministrations was your palm pressing against his forehead and pleading for him to give you time to breathe. You settled back against the sheets and gasped for air, letting the clouds swirling in your brain slowly fade - all but spent.

But a hand grasped your throat and jerked you from your laying position, quickly ripping you from your post-orgasm state.

"We're done when I saw we are."

#aot smut #armin arlet smut #armin attack on titan #snk armin #armin smut #armin aot #armin arlert #armin arlet x you #armin arlet imagines #attack on titan smut

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Hi! Can I request 4i with nanami for the prompt list. Thank you! :)

mdni - semi-public sex, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, sorry this took so long to write 😔

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Oooo this is an interesting combo, I like it!

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The storm outside was making the floor shake.

It was raining cats and dogs to say the least, the droplets the size of quarters slamming into the floor to ceiling windows in the office. The wind was bending the trees and to top it off it was thundering. Weather like this had your body yearning for your home, more specifically your bed.

But you were returning home a little later than usual - hanging behind to get caught up on some tasks for Monday. You were also trying to see if the storm would calm some before you drove home, seeing as a you weren't the most confident driver in this type of weather. When the clock struck 9pm you knew it was time to go home, staying far too late.

Once you gathered your items and stood from your desk, you spotted another monitor illuminating a face at a dark desk. The blonde hair and tired eyes peaking above it weren't unfamiliar, if anything they were a relief to see. Maybe you could convince Kento to ride the train with you to avoid the nasty storm? It was worth a try.

"I know this may seem a little weird, but would you ride the train home with me? I hate driving in the rain." You batted your lashes at him.

He nodded, "I'd love to, give me a moment to grab my stuff."

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The elevator ride was silent for the most part. Not awkwardly silent, but comfortable, both of you acknowledging your exhaustion from your long day's work. Nanami rested his head against the wall of the elevator, eyes closed and arms crossed while you leaned against the wall behind him.

Then the sound of power draining surged through the elevator, paired with a thud. The elevator came to a halt and shook you both awake and left you stumbling into Kento's back, grabbing at each other in the dim emergency lights.

"Are you alright?" Nanami held your shoulders to steady you.

You held his forearms tightly, "Y-yeah I think so. That really scared me." You chuckled.

Despite the low red of the lights barely illuminating his features, he still looked as handsome as ever. Slim nose, cutting edge jaw, tired yet strong eyes. He was always a sight to see, something you could never really take your eyes off.

"Are you sure-"

"You're not married." You blurted.

At this point in the night, your mind had no concept of a professional filter, ready to spew whatever thought it conjured up. One of those thoughts were your observation of his manly hands on your shoulders, ring-less.

He cleared his throat and let his palms drift down your arms, "No, I'm not."

Once you noticed his flushed cheeks, you panicked, "Oh - I'm so sorry -"

"You're not either."

His words pierced through your sentence and made the rest of your apology clog your throat. He held your wrists.

"Why is that so important to you?" He wondered.

Your face felt like it had been set aflame, "H-huh?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. It was clearly important enough to interrupt me."

Your throat and tongue were like sandpaper, unable to form the words to explain how hot he made your naval. How hard he made your heart beat and your thoughts jumble.

A startled gasp ripped through you as your wrists and torso were shoved against the elevator wall, his larger body caging you against the metal and tired eyes watching down on you.

"Maybe you didn't mean to say it out loud, hm?"

By some force of a miracle, you were replying, "Maybe."

He nodded, "But you did mean to lure me back to your apartment. Invite me in for a drink because I was a gentleman and guarded you on the train. That sound right?" You only noticed how his lips hovered over yours once he stopped mocking you.

"So what if it is?" You snipped back.

"Because," his lips traveled to your ear, "I can fuck you here, or let you play out your little fantasy and wait until we get back to your place."

At this point you were gasping for air and holding your breath at the same time. Your chest felt on fire while your muscles were slowly liquifying, effectively turning you into mush.

"Here." You breathed.

His lips curled into an evil grin, "I've always wanted to do this."

The swiftness and suddenness of his next movements left you breathless, yet your craving for him tripled, soon joining him. You both worked to move just enough clothing away to access one another: pushing your skirt up over your hips, panties ripped off and in his pocket, buttons undone and tits spilling from your bra. One tap on your hip was all you needed to leap and wrap your legs around his waist. The idea that the elevator could get up and running at any moment and open its doors to expose you two only fueled the fire burning beneath your skin. Kento must've been feeling the same, because he already had his length throbbing against your folds and getting himself slippery.

"C'mon Kento, we don't have all night."

This is why you wanted him in the confines of your home - time. But the unknowing of the entire situation added a tasteful thrill to your first time together.

He nipped at the skin of your neck, "Yes ma'am."

Slowly, he pressed into you, letting each inch snugly disappear into your desperate cunt. Both of you sighed at the sensation, the frustration building from the lack of friction now dissipating.

"Jesus - fuck." Kento groaned into your skin, squishing against you, erasing all space between you.

Your hands either grasped his shoulders or tugged at his pretty blonde locks as his hips rolled against yours. It wasn't rough or sloppy, the urgency to climax as quickly as possible completely forgotten and replaced by the blissful collision at your groins. It was truthful neither of you had much time to seek out partners nor one night stands, so being able to finally indulge in someone in this way was intoxicating.

You found yourself matching his thrusts, completely lost in the feeling of being full and the tip of his cock prodding against the spongey spot within you.

"Oh fuck Kento." You grit your teeth.

He had been too busy getting handfuls off your chest and making out with your neck and collar bone to make much noise let alone atone for his sloppy thrusts.

"Tell me your close please-" again you were gasping for air.

Finally he emerged from the crook of your neck, hands landing on the underside of your thighs, breathless, "Yes," he clenched his jaw, "fuck!"

A few more stuttered jolts of his hips and his head was dipping back between his shoulders. To match his euphoria you sloppily rubbed circles onto your sensitive bud and relished in the sensation of your g-spot still being fucked. As you felt his warm, white ropes spill into you, your own orgasm had your jaw dropping and an uncontrolled moan echoing off the walls of the elevator. Nanami gripped your trembling thighs and fought to keep his own knees stable as you ground yourself against him a few more times to milk the rest of your rush.

After a few long moments of panting and allowing your muscles to regain some semblance of strength, Nanami slid from you and settled you back onto the ground.

"Do you still want me to help you home?" He wondered, tucking himself back into his slacks and running his fingers through his hair.

You fixed your bra and re-did your buttons, "If it wouldn't be too much to ask."

Both of you put the finishing touches on your outfits in an effort to return to your pre-fuck state, but unable to deny the way your bottoms and thighs were dampened with each other's stickiness.

"Not at all." Nanami winked.

The red lights became a fluorescent white once again and the elevator jolted back into motion.

#jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami smut

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7H and tsukishima? or if not him, Jean? hope you're well!!

mdni - characters are 18+, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamic, mild choking, manhandling, tsukki is kind of an asshole hehe

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Figured the idea I had swirling in my head for this would suit Tsukki better! And all is well thx for asking <33

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"He said he'd be home soon, you can sit on the couch."

Kei was his name? You couldn't quite remember. All of your brother's volley ball friends seemed to blur together. You've seen that blonde head of hair more than once but somehow you still can't attach a name to it. It was too late to ask anyway, it might deter him from coming and seeing Yamaguchi again.

The love seat next to the recliner you lounged in was occupied by a stoic young man. His glasses perched on his nose and one ankle dangling from his opposite knee as he scrolled on his phone. You took this opportunity to study him and see if anything in particular would have you stringing together his name. Though it seemed you studied without worry of him noticing, because once your eyes traced back up to his face his Amber gaze was locked onto yours.

"Is something wrong?" He wondered flatly.

You shook your head, "Nope," then your lack of hospitality sprung you from the couch, "Water? Tea? Maybe milk?"

"Milk?"

You motioned with you hand as you sauntered toward the kitchen, "Yeah, you're pretty athletic and milk keeps your bones strong - never mind."

He hummed awkwardly and requested some water, turning back to his phone and surely typing furiously to Yamaguchi to hurry and get home to save him from his peculiar older sister. When you returned with his tea he barely mumbled a thank you, eyes not peeling from his screen once. The groan that followed a few minutes later explained his insistent typing.

"He said he's stuck in traffic and won't be home for another hour."

"How did that happen?"

He tossed his phone onto the cushion beside him and leaned his weight against the arm of the couch, "Apparently Tanaka took a wrong exit coming back and now they're inching along the highway on their way home like everyone else."

You kissed your teeth and commented sarcastically, "Looks like you're gonna have to hang out with me," wiggling a brow his direction.

Why he didn't strike you as the light hearted type earlier you weren't sure, but it seemed to penetrate this time around when he sunk further into the cushions with pink cheeks. Filled with embarrassment, you retreated back into your recliner and nervously picked at your nails while you thought of a way to eliminate some of the weirdness. You figured this time could be used to get to know him a little better - actually learn his damn name!

"Cards? Do you know how to play Uno?" You suggested with a weak grin.

He agreed with a nod, so you darted for the closet down the hall filled with hosting materials. There were extra chairs, a folding table, games, disposable silverware, the list goes on. Unfortunately, over the years the closet had gotten messy from neglect, meaning the shelve exclusively for board games was now housing other miscellaneous items. The search for the cards was far more difficult than need be, and you nearly called it quits and left to ask your guest what other games he'd like...until you looked up.

There on the top shelf, the red and black box stared down at you mockingly. Surely your dad or even Yamaguchi who barely had a few inches on you had tossed them up there, damming them from your reach. And just your luck, the step ladder meant to be in the closet was missing. Your options were limited: ask him if he wanted to play a different game, scale the shelves, or....

ask for his help to reach them.

You couldn't help but notice his height when he first arrived, so he'd easily be able to retrieve the cards, but there was already so much tension that asking for his help would only make things worse.

Or maybe it was time to stop letting the tension get the best of you and break the seal. Besides, it wasn't like you were asking for anything extravagant!

Still, your hands shook and knees trembled when you stepped back in the living room to pop the question.

"Would you, uh, mind giving me a hand?"

Reluctantly, he agreed.

So you both huddled into the closet, and even on his toes he struggled to reach the game. For a second his shirt revealed a sliver of his lower abdomen, and you felt like a mirror image of him as you looked away with flaming skin.

"Got it." He strained.

But as he came down from his tip toes, he stumbled, causing a domino effect. First it was him bumping into you, then you bumping into the wall, then the wobbly hall table crashed and tipped over outside the closet, trapping you two in. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

You tried to slam your shoulder into the door, but the table was just too heavy. Even he gave it a try, knowing he'd be much stronger than you, but it just wouldn't budge.

Your fingers tangled into your hair stressfully, "This can't be happening!"

Your brother's friend didn't seem to be feeling any different, pressing his back into the wall and lolling his head back in defeat. Both of you queried the other about possibly having a phone to use, but both devices sat beyond the confines of the closet, only adding to the deep feeling of defeat you both shared.

So you both silently stood in the closet, clearly crumbling under pressure from the intense awkwardness, and twiddling your thumbs. Your options were very limited, so was your space, and your attention span. What ever could you do?

Well...you could organize a bit!

Seeing as this whole mess happened since the closet was an unorganized trap, it only made sense to try and put things back in order. You started with some of the items within reach - stacking the paper plates, gathering the disposable cups, that sort of thing. One cup in particular has strayed far from its group on the floor, so to retrieve it you had to hinge at the hips, making a fatal mistake.

Your skirt had drifted upwards and exposed a sliver of your ass and womanhood, which was instantly observed by bourbon eyes paired with a small gasp. Shooting up and whipping around to face him, you asked what ailed him.

"You're not wearing any panties." He blurted out - flabbergasted.

Once his words registered, your throat clenched, stomach churned, and your face began to steam. No matter what positive efforts you made to make the wait for your brother more tolerable, it only seemed to worsen the situation! And there was no way it could get any worse than you basically flashing yourself. It was only uphill from there.

"I - oh God - I'm so -" you tugged your skirt down to cover more of your thighs, mindlessly babbling in an attempt to apologize.

Two large hands grasped the collar of your shirt and ripped it down under your chest, your tits spilling out.

"I knew it..." he grumbled.

Both arms flew to cover your chest with an astonished gasp. The last thing you were expecting was for him to move so boldly, suddenly demolishing this wall that contained the innocent brother's best friend.

"Oh don't hide now, this is exactly what you wanted sweetheart." His hands pried your arms from your chest, nipples stiffening from the breeze they were suddenly exposed to.

You pressed your wrists against his grip, "Ugh! You horny son of a bitch!"

A smirk appeared on his dimly lit features before one hand shot for your center, "Mm, seems I'm not the only horny son of a bitch here." His fingers slipped between your folds, coating themselves in your glaze before shoving them past your glossed lips.

The level of embarrassment you felt was incomparable to anything you've ever experienced - the exception being the lust keeping your core slippery. For some moments you felt you were dreaming, your brain mushing, but when his fingers pressed against the back of your tongue and forced a gag from you, reality came crashing down.

"What got you so hot and bother anyway? Was it just being near me?Just being...so damn close." With each word his figure closed in on yours, lips ghosting over your cheek and his eyes boring into your own.

The hand that once held your wrist so tightly now traced the waves of your body until it found itself being warmed by your cunt, "Because I feel the same way princess. So let's cut the shit," soft circles were pressed into your clit and even softer kisses littered your jaw, "we both know the best way to pass the time, and it's not playing cards."

Your knees wobbled as your nectar trailed down your thighs, moaning against his fingers.

"So Goddamn wet, I've barely even touched you." He teased in your ear, nipping at the skin beneath it.

The once drafty closet transitioned into a sauna leaving you both panting and clothes sticking to your searing skin. But there was one heat between your legs that could only be alleviated by a more intense touch.

"More.." you slurred against his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He tsked you, demanding you use your manners and letting his fingers relocate to your jaw, "Please! More." Your hips ground against his other palm.

"Say my name."

He could feel your spine stiffening beneath his touch, but not your heart plummeting into your stomach. However, there wasn't much time to process your despair because his hand slid down to your throat and began to squeeze threateningly.

"I-I don't-" the words rasped out.

That was all that needed to be said.

His touch left your body along with his smirk; returning was the empty eyes and expression. Silence bestowed the air between you - minus your staggered breathing - as a disappointed glare shot down onto you from above, leaving your knees weak for an entirely other reason.

"Tsukishima."

In a single second you were spun around and slammed against the wall, skirt flipped up. You yelped at the suddenness, but there was no part of you that felt threatened, if anything your desire tripled. Another yelp and Tsukishima's cock was bullied into you. Leaving you no time to adjust or for air to return to your lungs, the blonde man slammed his hips into yours over and over again.

"Say it."

Your throat was dry, but you still croaked out, "Tsukishima!"

You couldn't see it, but you knew that smirk was plastered back on his face. And your poor face was being smushed further into the dry wall along with the rest of your body, your cunt being the epicenter of pleasure and endorphins.

"Yeah - that's it. Take it."

That's exactly what you did. You took every stroke, thrust, and inch of him, because that exactly what you wanted when you decided not to wear panties that evening. Sure the chances of him making an advance was slim to none, but the odds were in your favor and you'd be damned if you let a second of it go to waste. Soon your tits were subject to his ministrations, groped harshly while he still split you in half from behind.

The river that your impending orgasm was, was rushing toward a weak set of flood gates, just a few ruts away from being destroyed by your rush.

"Right there! Oh God - Tsukki!"

And the gates collapsed, unleashing your high and consequently leaving you limp. Thankfully, the experienced player kept you from rolling onto the floor, but only weakened your muscles more as he used you to chase his own climax.

Just in time he pulled himself from you, pinning your skirt to your lower back to paint his load across your backside, sighs and grunts accompanying it.

Not long after he found himself just as weak as you, leaning his full weight into you and sandwiching you between the wall and his frame. His head fell to your shoulder and one hand propped itself above you two. Both of you panted in exhaustion, biding your time until your muscles gained enough strength to move.

Or until your brother came home and moved the table to reveal that his best friend had fucked his sister.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x you #haikyu smut #kei tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima #kei tsukishima smut #tsukishima smut

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Hellooo can i request 3a+nanami for the prompt list thank u!!! 🥳

mdni - thigh riding, semi - public sex, praising

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I love all these Nanami requests coming it - makes my heart so happy :)

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You were convinced it was a match made in heaven.

Your cunt and Kento's thigh that is.

It would be a little awkward passing by the night shift guard with his left pant leg dampened, but that didn't even occur to him because your moans were poisoning his brain. Though Kento tried to play it off as he usually does - emotionless and monotone as he continued to type away on his computer.

"Fuck Kento!" You grit your teeth and dug your nails into his shoulders.

"Shh it's okay, no need to be loud." He placed a hand on your hip and kissed your temple before his eyes fell to where your bodies connected. "Mmmm, good girl."

At his lewd comment you struggled to regain your breath and your muscles weakened. You truly were a sucker for him.

You were since day one, when you walked through the doors of the office and sat beside Nanami. He was ordered by your supervisor to be your mentor and trainer, and it didn't take long for one thing to lead to another. How could he resist you with your cute laugh and stunning smile? Not to mention your sexy yet professional outfits that always had his cock twitching in his slacks.

Your hips pressed harder into his clothed muscle, "I-I'm getting close.." you warned, resting your head on his shoulder, nearly spent from all the energy geared toward your high.

"Good, I'm just about finished here. I promise I'll give you what you want back at my place." He commented nonchalantly with a friendly pat on your ass.

The feeling of steaming molasses pooled in your navel and seeped through to your core, further dampening Kento's thigh. You were losing more and more strength by the second and your orgasm seemed to keep slipping through your fingers. In an effort to urge Nanami to help you over the edge without being direct, you whimper and sobbed in the crook of his neck. Usually his scent would have your brain glazed in honey, but now it was just taunting.

"If you think I'm going to help you, you're sorely mistaken my dear."

Like a child, you wanted to pound your fists against his chest and scream until you got your way - desperate for more than just the muscle you were perched upon. But Nanami was stubborn in his ways, what he says goes, meaning you were left to cum on your own.

So you did just that! Instead of throwing in the towel and crying until he was finished with his work, you channeled your frustration and rolled your hips with more vigor. Though the stimulation on your clit had your thrusts stuttering, it didn't deter your persistence to finish in his lap. Each drag across the fabric was enough to have you sighing and the temperature in the room spiking.

Then your vision grew fuzzy and your lids felt heavy, your waist was acting on its own accord and the rest of your body surrendered to the rush soon to come. "Ahh Kento," we're the last words you spoke before the eruption of your orgasm melted your muscles and made your thighs shake.

"Mmhmm just like that," both palms relocated to your hips as you mindlessly rode out your climax, "My good good girl. That's it." He purred in your ear with a voice made of silk.

When your high fizzled away, you collapsed onto his sturdy chest and listening to the stable rhythm of his heart. His fingers tangled into your hair and cradled your heavy head as he wrapped up his work, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of you head.

"Stay awake honey. My work may be done here, but I'm certainly not done with you."

#jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #kento smut

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hii can u do 3 e with nanami? the reader is female and she’s kinda being a bitch all day and nanami decided to fuck the brain out of her 🥲❤️

mdni - arguing, swearing, unprotected sex, little prep, angry sex, cream pie, hand around throat but not choking, spit

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Omgggggg thank you for sending this in!!!! Nanami and angry fucking are just *chefs kiss*.

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It was his one day off.

It was Sunday, the single day out of the week where he has nothing on the brain but relaxation. All week he slaved away behind his wretched computer in order to inflate his paycheck, perpetually stuck in work mode until he's falling asleep at his desk. So when Sunday rolls around, all he wants to do is be loved by his pretty wife and make drink a little.

But someone seemed to have shit in your cereal that morning, because you woke up in an unbridled rage and moved like an angry hurricane about the house. From slamming the bathroom door to mumbling indignantly under your breath, it was unmistakable your fury.

When Kento was abruptly awoken by your noisiness, he rubbed his eyes, slipped on his glasses, and gently called to you in his tired voice if everything was okay.

"What do you fucking think?!" You snapped at him while slamming some dresser drawers shut in search of a dress.

Nanami groaned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Oh so you're the annoyed one?" You put your fists on your hips and shot him a look that could kill.

"I didn't even say anything." He grumbled back.

You motioned to him in irritation, "You don't have to, all you do is sigh and groan!"

Another groan, only this time he was approaching the bathroom.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about!"

He glanced over his shoulder, "It's a little hard not to when you wake up to someone screaming at you."

Now, you were all but vibration with rage, fists balled at your hips and smoke spewing from your ears, "It's hard not to scream when your husband works overtime to avoid you!"

Kento halted in the doorway. His back stiffened and he stood to his full height, muscles tightening under his sleep shirt.

"Yeah - exactly. Try to put yourself in my shoes for once!"

His silence was more unnerving than his sarcastic replies.

You scoffed, "Now you're going to give me the silent treatment? What are you - five?"

Nonchalantly, he turned and made his way over to you at the dresser. Both of you clearly weren't any where near ready for the day, with you in just a bra and panty set and your hair untamed, and him in sleep shorts and an undershirt. Still, he spoke no words and his body language was, for lack of a better term, normal.

"You think I work the hours I do to avoid you?" He asked in a flat tone.

Resentment laced your words tightly, "Why else would you?"

Kento waited a beat, then spoke: "Have you ever fucking thought that maybe it was to fund your high end lifestyle? Maybe to make payments on the fucking Mercedes you drive to the mall everyday? Or just maybe to pay for the Goddamn dresses you never seem to have enough of!" All of the thoughts that had congested his chest were being unleashed onto you.

You wanted to snap back, but when your jaw dropped to speak, no words spat out. That was alright, because Nanami didn't need to hear whatever you had to say, it was pointless for you to try and dig back at him when he was clearly in the right. Just to show for it, his hand grasped at your throat and shoved you onto the bed, his expression still stoic.

"If I make you cum will you shut your damn mouth?" He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripped them down your legs.

You barely choked out a yes, stunned at his actions and the suddenness of them.

Once exposed to him, he spit onto his fingertips and ran his digits through your folds, haphazardly lubricating your core. Then he freed his length from his sleep shorts and fisted his cock a few times before pressing your legs back into your chest and spitting directly onto your cunt.

"I don't want to hear another Goddamn word out of your mouth unless it's my name or please."

Another squeak of understanding was your response, which was replaced with a yelp almost within the same second as he plunged his entire cock into you. There was a slight burn and the sudden stretch was uncomfortable, but once his tip dusted against your cervix he paused and the smallest grin tug at his lips.

"Look at you. Good girl."

His words had you clenching around him and both of you sucked in a breath through your teeth.

Hips awkwardly thrusting toward him, you whined out, "K-Kento...please." To which he replied by tightly gripping your waist and pumping his cock into you ferociously.

All you could do was babble his name and moan, the volume or rate of your pleasure changing with the angles in which he positioned your legs. First he let them hang loose around his hips, then hoisted a leg over his shoulder, then two, then both legs were squished into a mating press. His thrusts didn't cease for a moment.

And with his continuous, relentless momentum, also came your high which was rapidly approaching. With you all but folded in half, Kento was able to slam into that spongey spot within you that had your naval bubbling hotly. He leaned over you and had your calves over his shoulders, your nails digging into his back and shamelessly screaming into his ear.

"Kento - ah! I'm-"

You tried to warn him, but it was too late, because your orgasm was rippling through your body and arching your spine. Your walls pulsed and clenched around him, making him sigh and clench his jaw. There were mere seconds between your climax and his cum spilling inside of you.

As you gasped for air and your lids became heavy, Kento straightened himself and pulled his length from you, witnessing his seed drip from your core.

His glossy eyes connected with yours, but there was a more menacing tinge to his, "Say thank you."

You swallowed to coat your dry throat, yet your voice was still croaky when you followed his order.

"Thank you."

#jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #kento smut

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mdni - nsfw content, oral (f receiving), squirting, piercings, spitting, possessive behavior, breeding kink

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Some fan art I found on Pinterest inspired this, you're welcome.

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(effectbitter on twitter)

rockstar!Geto who only lets his favorite groupie on the tour bus - you.

rockstar!Geto who took your advice to get a tongue piercing, claiming it would "add too his rockstar narrative"

rockstar!Geto also likes to keep you pampered and pretty in his changing room to use as he pleases before and after shows

rockstar!Geto swipes all the makeup on the vanity onto the floor and tosses you onto it, ripping down your panties barely hidden beneath your mini skirt

rockstar!Geto making you cum all over his face to get his adrenaline rushing instead of doing drugs like other musicians

rockstar!Geto who doesn't stop even when your trembling and overstimulated, because he wants to go out on stage with his chin neck and chest covered in your juices

rockstar!Geto eats pussy like it's his last meal and is always messy - his end goal to make you squirt

rockstar!Geto threatens to make you squirt when he comes back from preforming if you can't do it before, and he's a man of his word, securing his promise by spitting into your mouth with his hand around your throat

rockstar!Geto who smells like sex and sweat when he performs and during his VIP meet and greets

rockstar!Geto who gets asked about all the women he must sleep with to always be exuding the signs of filthy sex, only for him to honestly answer that just one special lady is in his life

rockstar!Geto who always has women throwing themselves at him, but simply kisses their foreheads before joining you either in the changing room or the tour bus and holding up to his promise

rockstar!Geto who also says in interviews that he's single and this 'special lady' isn't his girlfriend nor his wife - only to keep the sex more intense and your dynamic thrilling

rockstar!Geto would also wring your neck if you dared to even think of sleeping with any of the other band members or anyone else in general, you two weren't official, but you were Geto's groupie

rockstar!Geto who can also be soft at times too, like when he can tell you've had an exhausting day of getting your nails done and shopping for outfits curated by him, he'll take his time with you, reminding you how special you are and gently pulling orgasm after orgasm from you

rockstar!Geto shielding you from paparazzi and fans, because you didn't deserve to have your picture plastered all over the internet without your consent, the only photos of you that would be taken were ones of you bent over in your skirts or lingerie hidden in a folder on his phone

rockstar!Geto writing a song about you and playing it at every one of his concerts without fail

rockstar!Geto who finally crumbles under pressure from the media who demanded to find out who this mysterious woman was that gave him his signature scent and took up all his time between shows

rockstar!Geto posting pictures of you two basically making out and later booking a mini-photo shoot for you to reveal you in all your glory

rockstar!Geto who bought an engagement ring when he saw some of the photos from the modeling gigs you had gotten into, wanting to secure you before other super stars leapt after you

rockstar!Geto who ran back to the changing room just before the end of one of his concerts and pulling you out onto the stage, proposing to you in front of the crowd

rockstar!Geto takes a year off of touring to go on endless honey moon trips, and when you finally return from all your fancy destinations your swollen and round with his baby

rockstar!Geto occasionally bringing both you and your daughter out onto stage to show off how hot his wife is and his adorable daughter, who gets a chance to show how hard she's been practicing on guitar and hear some cheering from the crowd when she takes her ear piece out

rockstar!Geto who now fucks you before and after concerts, promising to fill you up with another baby, sometimes reverting back to the old days and going feral at the flavor you coated his tongue with

#jjk smut #geto suguru smut #geto smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x y/n #suguru smut #getou suguru x reader

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Hiiiiii.isaw your prompt list and wanted to ask if u could do megumi? 2, a. I have no idea, but i really like vanilla s*x 😭😭😭 and aftercare bcos im a little baby

mdni - characters are 18+, ab riding, swearing, I think that's it???

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Thanks for the request :) I hope you like it!

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You were drooling.

Like literally. Spit was dribbling down your chin. It was like your brain had completely rotted at the sight of him.

How could something so innocent have you squirming in your seat and mimicking a dog in heat? He was just changing his shirt because he had accidentally dumped tea on it.

"Ugh, of course this had to happen right now. At least none of it got on our notes." He groaned, "Gimmie a sec."

The next second he was standing at his closet, tugging his shirt over his head by pulling at the back collar, completely exposing his torso. Sure - you knew he was strong and at least toned, but not to this extent. Defined arms, some nice pecs, and abs you'd absolutely die to get a taste of. It wasn't anything crazy like you see with some of those body builders, but he wasn't weak in the core either. Megumi had abs.

He knew he looked good too, spending all that time getting bodied by Gojo seemed to be paying off. He felt faster, stronger, more confident. Fighting curses was becoming less challenging with the new muscle he put on. But all of that suddenly became obsolete once he saw your reflection in the mirror: jaw slack, pajama shorts exposing your thighs firmly pressed together, fists tight in your lap. He had to bite back a chuckle by pinching his bottom lip between his teeth.

To pull a greater reaction from you he mindlessly picked through his shirts hung up in his closet, sometimes reaching up to the shelf above the rack of clothes and pulling down some options, holding them to his torso in the mirror then shaking his head. All of this in an effort to flex this way and that, maximizing his time that he was shirtless to watch you grow more and more red in the cheeks.

"What do you think if this one?" He turned to you and held the shirt beside him so you'd get a full view of him.

Your jaw snapped shut and you choked and coughed from how dry your throat had become, "Uh - yeah that's a good one." You barely got out.

He pursed his lips, "Hmm, I'm not sure, I don't think it would go well with my pants."

Once he turned back, you dropped your gaze to the floor and tried to think away the stickiness in your panties and the lava in your face. Megumi was your friend! You shouldn't be looking at him with such lust and pure primal hunger.

After a while, you heard Megumi shut his closet door, and you flashed your line of sight up assuming he had finished dressing. Instead, you were met with a smug faced Fushiguro staring back at your through his mirror, arm stretched up to reach the top of it and abs reflected back to you in all their muscly glory.

"Something wrong?" You wondered with a tremulous voice.

"Well...I think you'd look better on me than any shirt I have."

Like a senior crossing paths with someone with colored hair, you gasped. Only you weren't filled with shock or horror, but rather taken aback at his confidence. It wasn't a secret how much Megumi kept to himself and remained quiet, so for him to be so forward with you had your stomach flipping. The sexual nature of it was even more off putting, but alluring all at once.

Finally, that devious chuckle sounded from Fushiguro and he took advantage of your frozen state to approach you. As he closed in on you, your breathing struggled to keep a steady pattern and your heart became a circus of pure chaos. Towering over you, he gripping the arm rests of the chair to cage you in, smirking down at you with his tempting lips and navy eyes.

"C'mon pretty girl, you've been squirming in that chair for far too long." Fushiguro hummed, guiding you by your hands to his bed.

On the sheets, his midnight hair rested against his pillows and he helped you over his mid section, gripping your waist and pushing you down onto him.

With a grin he purred, "Hmm that's it, c'mere give me a kiss."

One hand slithered up into your hair and pressed you down until your lips were gathered in his. Everything was steaming: his touch, his lips, your core, the room. It was no surprise that a faint sweat had broken out over your bodies, adding an ethereal glisten to his skin. Backing out now would be downright stupid.

As his tongue peaked past your lips, the palm firmly attached to your hip began to grind you against his muscles, leaving you once again gasping but now at the attention your clothed clit was being given. Megumi's hand now spread across your jaw and neck and brought you even closer so his tongue could swirl more deeply with yours, effectively weakening your will power. A few more guided roll of your hips and you were whimpering into Fushiguro's mouth while leaving a warm trail of slick on his abs.

He pulled away from your intense kiss and dipped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, "Take these off for me sweet girl."

There was no way in Hell you were going to say no, so you stripped your lower half bare. Consider yourselves Yin and Yang with Megumi's top half nude and everything below your waist bare.

"Much better." His voice like butter.

When your soaked folds came down on his searing skin you couldn't help but hiss. Hot molasses pooled in your naval and fueled your hips to rock against his torso, hands on his shoulders to support yourself. Again, saliva began to gather below your tongue and drip past your lips, mind solely focused on the pressure against your clit. Your eyes locked onto the show below, the nectar you left behind on his creamy skin and the hills of his muscles as a whole.

"Fuck." You muttered, awestruck.

Megumi's hands rounded to your ass and dug his fingers into your flesh eagerly. When one particular whimper had your brows furrowing, Fushiguro began to press his mid section in rhythm with your hips, leaving your thighs trembling.

"You getting close baby?" He queried noticing the concentration laced through your features, to which you hummed affirmatively.

When your breathing picked up and your jaw was no longer clenched, Megumi knew that your climax was rapidly nearing. He pressed harder into you with his abs and forced your hips down harder while picking up the pace. The way in which he could control the situation from below and speed up the process of your high had you involuntarily weak, mindlessly chanting his name because the rest of your praise and gratitude failed to form in your throat.

Then your rhythm started to falter and your nails dug into his shoulders. Instead of just his name moaning out, more 'Megumi I-'s bounced off the walls. He knew it was only a matter of time.

"You gonna cum for me sweet girl? Gonna fucking cum all over my abs?"

"Yes!"

The rush of your orgasm had your hips trembling and your core clumsily dragging across his muscles. Your own muscles were weak and too enveloped in the sudden high ripping through your body and heat in your groin, head light and eyes fluttering close.

"Fucking perfect." Megumi praised as he aided you through your rush, admiring the way his skin glittered in the light from your wetness.

And as your hips slowed to a stop, Fushiguro let his guard fall some - his tone softening. He gently helped you off his torso and offered you some water, stroking your soft hair and reminding you how well you did. After the bathroom, he let you change into a fresh pair of his pajama pants, held you and softly spoke to you as you drifted into a delicate cat nap.

"Get some rest, you did a lot of work." He spoke gently into your ear, leaving one last tender kiss on your cheek.

#jjk smut #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi smut #fushiguro smut

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hi!! i saw the prompt list and i would totes love to read no. 2 and B. with gojo😭😭 like reader (she/her) and gojo are about to attend a meeting with the higher ups n gojo gets all horny n stuff😅

mdni - nsfw content, creampie, quickie, semi-public sex, use of pet name princess

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Thanks for the request!!! Gojo never fails to get me hot and bothered and this combo is just nngghhhhh

2. "I know, I know."

B. Fully clothed quickie

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Another day, another meeting with the higher ups.

It was no secret that everyone found these meetings dreadful and damn near intolerable. Who would want to sit and be lectured for God knows how long by obnoxious know it alls? Certainly not you, and definitely not Gojo Satoru.

At least, not without a little something to ease the aggravation before hand.

Gojo is notorious for his teasing and ability to get under people's skin with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. No matter your status or the severity of the situation, he always had a joke to crack or some way to get someone vibrating with anger. Then have the audacity to wonder why they were so frustrated. You learned this the first day you came across the socerer, and even let him pull his tricks on you.

But after a while, you figured that instead of letting him get the satisfaction of seeing you grit your teeth, you'd join him in his antics. Letting it roll off your back and bouncing some crude humor back to him was a sure fire way to either get him to snap his jaw shut or...

Snatch you into the nearest broom closet and fuck the brattiness out of you. It was almost routine at this point, matching Satoru's energy before a meeting that was sure to be a mood killer so you could both get a quick endorphin rush. If not, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself nor his snide remarks, whether that be accidentally grabbing your ass or commenting about how you'd look so much prettier pressed you against the wall with his cock shoved in you. How could you possible pay attention to your superiors when someone as handsome and - dare you say - charming is whispering lewd things in your ear and suggestively touching you the entire time? If you and Satoru didn't fuck before a meeting, consider whatever points the higher ups were trying to make moot.

So when Gojo made an unwelcome comment about your skirt being too short, you followed up with, "Then why don't you do something about it?" Rather than calling him an idiot. Good thing there was an empty classroom just a few doors down from the room where the meeting would be held because it offered the perfect place for Gojo to stuff you full of cum and rip a quick orgasm from both of you.

You both rushed in, snapping the blinds shut and locking the door. The man with snow-white hair gathered you by your waist and slammed you against the dusty chalk board, surely coating your uniform and cheek in the left over chalk. But that didn't matter when one of Gojo's massive palms was groping at your tit from beneath your bra and the other was ripping down your stockings and flipping your skirt up. It almost made you feel disgusting how quickly this man could have you dripping for him, yet it only made the experience that much more intense.

Clearly you both got an adrenaline rush from fucking so messily in a place that you could both easily be discovered - your jobs on the line. However, despite all the downsides to your routine quickie, you never failed to squeeze it in. All those negatives immediately fizzled away from your mind when Satoru ran his fingers between your slippery folds, rubbing a few teasing circles on your clit to see your empty core clench around nothing. You pressed your hips back against his hand while your naval started to warm with arousal, signaling to him to ease your desire for him rather than toy with your folds.

"I know I know," he leaned down to trail his steaming tongue up your neck, "We should make this quick, but I can't help myself when I see a pretty cunt like yours."

You whined and reached around to undo his pants, but he had you trapped between him and the board limiting your mobility.

"You could've just asked." He mocked in your ear before pulling his cock from the confines of his bottoms.

He hissed at the way you coated his aching cock, running it through your folds and nudging your clit making your knees wobble.

"Fucking put it in Satoru!" You demanded in a low tone as to not reveal your whereabouts.

He did not disappoint when with one snap of his hips his entire length was plunged into you, dropping your jaw. Before you could yelp, his hand slapped over your mouth and he groaned into the crook of your neck.

"If you don't cum in five minutes you're not cumming at all, we're already late." He pointed out, essentially warning you.

Next moment he was slamming into you from behind, carful to keep his hand clamped over your mouth and body shoved up against the dusty board. It was a miracle your legs held you up since all your other senses were overwhelmed with the snap of Gojo's hips and his cock ramming into your sweet spot like he always did.

But time was quickly ticking away, and if you didn't show up for the meeting soon someone would come searching for you, putting an end to this. One glance at the clock told Gojo he needed to take things to the next level.

"Keep your pretty mouth shut." He growled in your ear before letting a hesitant hand slip from your lips down to your waist.

With a grip that was already forming bruises, Gojo positioned the two of you so he could drill his cock into you mercilessly. If he had to use you as a fuck toy in order to get both of you to climax in time, then so be it, that was a sacrifice he'd easily make time and time again.

It always amazed you just how quick and ruthless Satoru could be, slamming his hips against your own at a pace that left you breathless - no need to keep a hand over your mouth.

"C'mon princess," he encouraged through a clenched jaw, "C'mon I know you can do it just cum for me."

The little energy you had left was geared toward frantically abusing your clit with your fingers, clumsy with the way Satoru rammed into you from behind and the jelly like state of your muscles. You bit your lip in an effort to conceal the moans clawing their way from you, and you were growing worried at the hot honey pooling in your naval.

"Fuck princess I'm cumming-"

In some ways Gojo was a gentleman, one way being he'd overstimulate himself in order to help you orgasm. So even after he unloaded into you, he continued his relentless pace until he could feel you pulsing and clamping around him, thighs and knees shaking and you biting down on your fist.

"Yeah that's it, cum on my cock baby." Though you could feel Gojo trembling against you, his words were steady and reminded you to let go completely.

He had to hold you against his larger frame to prevent you from collapsing onto the floor as you felt searing spurts of electricity shoot up your spine and glaze your core in a delicious heat. It amazed you how he could produce such an intense orgasm in such a short time, but your bliss was always short lived because the second you stopped milking his cock he was pulling out of you and tugging your stockings back up. You couldn't blame him, there wasn't time to ease you from your high, just enough to let you have one and then dash from the classroom.

Maybe the higher ups had caught on because they noticed how disheveled and wobbly you both were once you finally decided to join the meeting, but nobody had the energy to act on it, meaning that your exciting quickies would continue before every meeting.

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mdni - nsfw content, cheating, oral (f receiving), creampie, themes of emotional neglect, relationship issues, alcohol consumption, written at 3am and barely proofread

Happy birthday Jean - you'll always be the hottest male fictional character I know <3

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"I'll be back Monday," Connie informed last minute with his hand on your hip and a lazy kiss on your cheek, "Love you bye."

You wanted to protest as he shut and locked the door behind him, but why waste your energy?

It was like this every week. Connie would get 'emergency calls' from his supervisor asking him to come in because they were short staffed. How many men does it take to pave a road or do some masonry work? Half the time you saw them working, there were more men standing around than actually contributing to the project, Connie confirmed this himself. Sure - his work as a mason brought in a decent living, you were both comfortable, but he'd work twelve hour shifts and then run off on the weekends to 'work more.' The rare occasion you did see him, he was on his phone or talking to you about this new chick who was always eating and had a thick country accent.

At this point being devils advocate was out of the question because what was there left to advocate for? A boyfriend who ignored you and worked extra hours just to avoid you? You deserved more than that. Instinctually, you snatched your phone from the counter and texted Jean.

You: This is like the fifth week in a row he's worked the weekend.

Jean: I'd understand one or two...things aren't looking good. I'm sorry.

You: Don't be sorry, if anything thank you for listening to my constant complaining. I know he's your best friend and you probably don't want to hear about how upset he makes me.

Jean: No problem, I'm glad I could be here. I should thank you for always confirming some of my suspicions toward Mikasa.

You: How've things been with you two anyway? Last time we talked you weren't very happy :/

Jean: Honestly, not good, I feel like I can't have a conversation with her without us fighting about Eren. She's doing that thing again where she storms out and disappears for days.

You: I understand how you feel...hopeless.

Jean: You seem to be the only one who understands.

You: Is she home now?

Jean: No, and I don't think she'll be back anytime soon, last time she left she was gone for almost a week

You: I'll be there in 15

It only seemed right for you and Jean to get together and comfort each other. There had been so many nights of you two texting away your problems and bouncing relationship advice off of each other that it was finally time to spend some time together in person. Besides - who would be there to stop you? Not Mikasa. Not Connie.

You arrived with a pizza and some of Jean's favorite whiskey. Once he spotted you with your hands full, he smiled and you saw tears brim his pretty amber eyes making a few of your heart strings snap. He welcomed you in without a second thought and you both plopped on the couch to binge watch some shows and indulge.

"Thank you." He spoke before taking the first sip of his drink, just finishing his last slice of pizza.

You shook your head, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure you would've done the same for me."

"Yeah but..." he swirled the whiskey in its glass, "I don't know. Just thank you. It's nice to know someone cares."

Your gaze found his profile, lit up by the flashing colors on the TV and a faint light from the moon outside, "Of course I care about you. How could I not? I know you won't like me saying this...but Mikasa is taking advantage of one of the sweetest people I've ever met."

"I guess I could say the same about Connie, bastard." He chortled, his expression growing disappointed before throwing back the rest of his drink.

You leaned against the arm of the sofa and let your legs cross over Jean's lap, one of his hands casually resting on your shin. Maybe it was the whiskey, but something was making your cheeks burn and your stomach flutter with the occasional butterfly. More time was spent watching Jean glow in the moonlight than on the show mumbling on the TV. You weren't staring of course - just a friendly check up every so often, you'd be damned to let him quietly cry to himself while you sat next to him.

Or maybe that was an innocent excuse.

Truthfully, it was hard not to stare at Jean. He was a tall, strong man with a charming smile and hair just waiting to be combed by your fingers. Whether you were looking him straight on or from the side, he always had you doing a double take, just to get a second serving of his handsomeness.

It made you wonder: If Mikasa was taking advantage of his looks and tender personality, then what else was she taking advantage of? Jean didn't talk much about their sex life, much like how you didn't mention yours, but surely it couldn't be much different right? You both already had so much in common in terms of relationship struggles that asking about his sex life wouldn't be a stretch.

"How are things in the bedroom?" You blurted out, cutting through the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you. Certainly you would've approached it more casually if not for the alcohol, but Jean seemed past the point of formalities.

He took the question fairly well, replying with, "Eh, not good not bad. It's nothing exciting though. All I want to do is satisfy her, but she just wants me to hurry up and finish so she can roll over and go to sleep."

"I can see why it's not exciting." You empathized. He rolled the question back to you, "I'm not having fun either. I want Connie to be more intimate with me and try new things, but convincing him to even get in bed with me takes up so much emotional energy that I don't even want to do it anymore."

Jean's arm was over the back of the couch and he faced you, both of your tired and tipsy eyes meeting, "I wish we had other things in common besides how much our partners treat us like shit."

Once again, you were blurting out your thoughts before considering the weight of them, "Well, we both like the same pizza and whiskey, and some how found scummy lovers, I wouldn't be surprised if we had the same kinks."

Jean laughed and let his head loll back against the sofa before agreeing. Another blanket of silence was tossed over you two and the banter on TV resumed, only for Jean to snatch the blanket away.

"There's only one way to find out."

He smirked and watched you from his peripheral vision. Whether you responded with a sarcastic comment or flung yourself at him, he didn't care, he was just enjoying the genuine company.

"Well...for starters my favorite place to fuck is on the bed."

He had to bite back his devious smile. Once he stood, he scooped you up in his arms bridal style and stumbled back into his bedroom, both of you laughing the whole way there. You both fell onto the sheets in a drunk tangle, stomachs exploding with the thrill.

Jean crawled over you, his thigh slotted between yours with a hand on your hip and the rest of his weight being held up by his forearm beside your ear. Your heart was like a grand orchestra, pounding in your chest and ringing in your ears. Even your hands had a small tremor to the them as you felt your way up Jean's torso.

"Do you think this is right?" You whispered.

Jean considered your question, to which he whispered back, "No, but to me it's justified."

"What's the difference?"

His fingers slipped under your shirt and warmed your hip, "How others view it versus how I do," his touch left a hot path as it slithered toward your chest, "To everyone else, this is the worst thing you can do to someone you love. But there's no love between Mikasa and I, so it only seems fair to make love to you instead."

If not for the alcohol, you were sure Jean wouldn't be so poetic and driven by pure emotion, and you wouldn't be so awestruck by his words; you wouldn't even be in the same bed together. Or would you?

Your lips captured his in a whiskey flavored kiss that set your body aflame. The symphony in your chest played louder and with more passion, fueling the desire to find out exactly what Jean labeled justified.

Was justified the way his tongue slipped past your lips and swirled with yours? Or perhaps justified was the way he littered purple marks down your neck and across your collar bone. Did he wonder what justified was to you?

His knee pressed into your heat and stuck your panties to your slick core forcing a gasp from you. A deep chuckle rumbled against your chest as he continued his journey down your body, reaching his first milestone and taking one of the stiffened peaks into his mouth. The feel of his tongue flicking and swirling around your bud made your core clench and a longing sigh sound from you. Annoyed with one side of your chest being exposed, Jean slipped you from your shirt and bra then continued his work with one hand drunkenly massaging while the other was kissed and licked. Below you shamelessly ground yourself against his muscular thigh in an effort to alleviate the hungry ache Connie had never awakened.

"Jean please," we're the only words able to form and work their way past your lips in your haze. Your fists had his shirt clenched tight, hips rocking and chest pressed into his mouth.

His response was to travel lower, his large, rough palms groping at your mounds while he left more purple on your skin. Frustration and eagerness had you squirming and whining impatiently, twisting your fingers in his soft locks and pushing him further down toward your core. Between your legs he flashed you one of his charming smiles that were now laced with lust and pride. Soon your pants were on the floor along with your panties for him to see and access you fully, leaving nothing between him and you.

Jean groaned at the taste of your slick on his tongue, and you groaned with your head pressed into the pillow at the feel of his muscle against your nub. Surely he'd be sharper with his work if done sober, however, he still had your hips mindlessly bucking and nails digging into his scalp. The thin, dark hair on his chin dripped with the elixir made with your essence and his saliva and seemed to only make him more ravenous. Even after your thighs shook and your walls pulsed around his long digits, he didn't pause his ministrations, in fact he multiplied his speed. How hard could you shake because of his tongue and fingers? How many times could he make you sob his name?

Only two more snaps of your searing coil and you were weakly pushing Jean away, now pleading that he'd give you time to breathe and return to Earth. He didn't wait long however, using his few moments to slather himself in your wetness and offer friction to his length that had been straining in his pants. Seeing his size through your shaky, honey coated vision revived your ache for him and the orchestra began to sound again thumping against your ribs. You wriggled toward him and reached for his cock, earning something between a hiss and a moan from him at your eager touch. His torso hovered above yours again, both arms propping him up as to not collapse his weight onto your smaller frame but close enough to where the sweat making your chests and abdomens shine was colliding. With the help of your palm and his hips, he slipped into with ease, him twitching and you throbbing once the base of his length met your hilt.

Jean was far more noisy than Connie, unapologetically moaning into the crook of your neck while you hummed at the satisfaction of being full. Some seconds were spent to allow you both to adjust and familiarize yourselves with the feel of the other, Jean tracing his tongue along your jaw and gathering your lips in a sloppy kiss during this time. There was a sweetness to his kiss now that diluted the potency of the whiskey which was quickly identified as your doing, and had your tongue tasting within his mouth in search of your nectar.

Those same arms that had carried you to this very bed were once more wrapped around you and situating you so you were sheathed onto his lap and his chest slipped against your belly. Your nipples were cared for by Jean's lips and tongue glossed with a mix of spit, sweat, and your wetness, the stimulation settling deliciously in your groin as you rolled your hips. His broad, sturdy shoulders mimicked a head board in that you used them for stability as you rocked yourself against him, letting the tip kiss the sensitive, spongey flesh within you. Hisses, sighs, and moans were all echoing off the walls or preserved for Jean's ears, and more often than not he'd return them.

Then your thighs grew hot and tired, and Jean could feel your exhausted pattern slow until you were huffing and whining at your muscles poor endurance. To remedy this, the gentleman leaned back on his elbows with you still in his lap and planted his feet onto the mattress to thrust up into you from below. Your grip shifted from his shoulders to his chest, then you grew too weak and worked up from your rapidly approaching orgasm to hold yourself, opting to lazily suck and moan into the crook of Jean's neck with your nails carving into his back.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum-" Jean gritted in your ear barely a second before you were releasing onto him as he painted your core white.

Your pelvis developed a mind of its own as it pathetically humped against his cock, milking what you could of your orgasm and draining every last drop from Jean. The man shuddered below you and swore lowly, throat exposed as the rest of his head dipped between his shoulders and his eyes sleepily closed from the intensity of his bliss. Finding it foolish not to, your lips latched onto his skin and left patches of blue and purple on his neck and nipped at his sharp jaw.

Both spent and messy, you collectively separated and took to the shower, snail like in your approach. Your poor, exhausted thighs barely carried you there and your womanhood was sore and sure to hurt tomorrow, but at the expense of Jean moral justification, you deemed it tolerable. Not much was said as you two shared the water and lazily lathered one another up, counting the number of hickeys the other left and sleepily grinning. You helped Jean toss on a set of clean sheets and he even offered you one of his shirts to sleep in, secretly sniffing the fabric when his back was turned and finding yourself a differently level of intoxicated at the musk he left behind. Back in the bed he tucked a pillow beneath your head and snuggled close to you with his glossy eyes crossing paths with yours.

"Maybe next time we can try something new." He commented, voice raspy.

With what little energy you had left you wondered, "Next time?"

"Yeah," he answered as if it were obvious, "If Connie and Mikasa get to have fun on the weekends then we should too."

You lightly giggled, "I think we had a little bit more than fun."

"Fucking, having fun, it's all the same."

You playfully rolled your eyes and nestled into his chest, letting him engulf you in the sheets and his limbs. The idea of spending your weekends with Jean instead of alone sounded lovely, even if it meant that some day Connie or Mikasa would discover it and have your relationships crumbling.

Maybe that was the whole idea: have the rough dynamic with the one who you were to love loyally and the exhilaration of piecing back together your emotions with someone else as neglected as you. No matter the end result, surely you'd return to Jean.

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Smut Dialogue Prompts

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Smut Scenario Prompts

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cuz tell me why i saw a mf post abt characters ignoring the safe word… like yall… who said that wus okay. IT ALWAYS B THEM JJK WRITERS, SOME OF EM BE NORMAL BUT THE REST.. MMMM

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no warnings just kento fluff

-

I'm thinking Nanami's love language is gift giving.

When Kento first came across you, he didn't think much of you, just the new florist at his local market.

The other one must've retired, seeing as she was barely able to make it from point A to point B without forgetting where she was going, so young and spry you stepped in her place. He only noticed you because you weren't the familiar senior snipping at dead leaves and making arrangements.

As he made his weekly grocery trips, he took more and more notice to your arrangements, finding them pretty and impressive enough to catch his tired eyes. Then he'd notice by the time he finished his trip, you were sat outside at one of the tables snacking on some berries and reading an obnoxiously large book, legs crossed and completely lost in a sea of words.

The weeks passed and he came to realize the flowers weren't the only thing that were pretty, taking his time to 'nonchalantly' check the nutrition facts on the jar of spaghetti sauce in the aisle closest to your counter. He'd linger for just a few moments, observe you from the corner of his eye, then continue with his shopping. Like always, he saw you outside reading and snacking when he was done.

Eventually he began to day dream about you. He liked to think about buying one of your arrangements and gifting them to you as he asked you to a nice dinner or a on a museum date. You'd blush and take the flowers, exchange numbers and excitedly wait until the day of your date.

But, Nanami didn't have time to date, let alone a girlfriend. He was too busy working himself to exhaustion, being another cog in the corporate machine and wasting his life away for another paycheck. That's just how things had to be. He just had to settle for dreaming about showering you with all your favorite things and going broke at the expense of your happiness.

Or maybe...he didn't have to dream.

While barely skimming the ingredients on some Alfredo sauce - or maybe it was pesto - a container rolled right over to his feet. It was a black, thin plastic container that once held a plant because the remnants of its soil still lined the interior.

Nanami reached for it, aiming to return it to you at your counter and strike up some small talk, at least act on his fantasy a little bit. But you seemed to have the same idea.

Kento wasn't the only one observing from the corner of his eye every week. Nor was he the only one to get one last glance as he left the store and put his groceries into the trunk of his car. You knew he didn't give a rats ass what was in pasta sauce because he also had cup noodles and mochi in his basket.

So you finally gave in and tried to create a situation to finally hear him speak, because even when he was checking out, he spoke so quietly you didn't get to hear exactly what was going on. Not only that, but to see him up close and personal, seeing as you had only perceived each other from a distance.

With that you let the container that previously held some daises roll off the counter and luckily the universe was on your side because it stopped right at his shoes. You 'didn't notice' and continued to arrange the flowers accordingly, hoping and praying he'd return the container.

"You dropped this."

He startled you, silent in his approach. His voice was low and raspy, but sharp, just like his features and gaze. Blonde hair slightly slicked back and blue hues under his eyes. It made you chuckle how he diagnosed you had dropped the container rather than asking if you had - so so serious.

"Oh - hah - thank you! I didn't even realize. Sorry for the inconvenience." You flashed him your prettiest smile and reached for the cup, making sure to run your fingers over his tougher ones.

"It wasn't a problem," he wished your touch would've lasted longer than it had.

"Still, thank you, it was rude of me to interrupt your nutrition fact skimming with my clumsiness." You tossed the container into the trash can beneath the counter, making it a point to look pretty with every move you made.

And Kento noticed, and grew a little tongue tied at how gorgeous you really were. Sure you were putting on a show, but it didn't matter, because now that he's seen you and heard you, he's sure he wants you.

"Really, don't worry about it, you weren't interrupting anything."

While he reassured you, you had made your way around the counter to shelve the new arrangement of daisies, "If you insist," you shot him a flirty side eye as you tidied up the shelf, "but I think I'd feel much better about it if you'd let me take out for a coffee."

Nanami reached for the same arrangement of daisies you had finished, letting his scent cross your path and his faint, smug smirk be surveyed by your eyes, "If you insist."

With that, Kento gave you one of his business cards, urging you to never do business with him but not to hesitate to call him casually. Of course that's just what you did as soon as you got home, sending him a text to confirm the date.

you: make sure those daisies get plenty of sunlight

kento: yes ma'am

you: y/n sound better than ma'am

kento: is that your real name or an alias?

you: an alias hadn't even crossed my mind, you're lucky I don't mind dishing out personal information

kento: you should reconsider that

you: says the one who handed me his business card with the address of his work place, full name, and several phone numbers

kento: that's different

you: is it? or are you a hypocrite

kento: i'm the furthest thing from a hypocrite. speaking of business, what days are you available so I can buy us tickets to the new art museum?

you: what happened to coffee?

kento: nothing, I wanted to enjoy more than just coffee with you

You sent him the photo of your work schedule and planned to meet up Friday afternoon after your shift. Sure coffee at 3pm wasn't ideal, but you'd need the energy after a shift anyway. This was a long time coming.

-

It was nice to see him in something other than a business casual suit, not that he looked bad in them, it was just nice to know he wasn't as uptight as you initially thought. He wore a dark sweater with a pair of black jeans and some men's ankle boots - he looked young. Young and handsome.

You almost felt underdressed in your outfit, however you weren't one to have a million fancy outfits lining your closet seeing as all you did was work and come home - there was no need to own such fancy attire. Except for now, the one time you do need it.

But this didn't seem to bother Nanami, his eyes still raked up you and a grin accompanied it once his line of sight reached yours. He joined you in line just in time to order your drinks and be on your way to the museum.

You tried to hand over your card, but Kento snatched it before it could reach the cashier, shoving it in his pocket and offering his instead.

"You'll get it back at the end of the evening." He promised, easing the alarmed look you shot his way.

The museum was very spacious and cool toned. Like Nanami had mentioned it was brand new so that meant everyone and their mother was paying a visit to hum and nod at some local art work. To avoid getting separated in the crowd, Kento offered his arm to you, to which you obviously hugged close to your chest and clung to the entire night. He didn't say much, but when he did it was charming or intelligent, clearly showing he enjoyed your company.

He also enjoyed the way you smelled like flowers. Working around plants so often meant their aroma clung to your skin and clothes, meaning you always smelt of fresh cut flowers and earth. You had started to grow annoyed with the scent until Nanami had complimented you on it, flipping your view of it on its head and falling in love with the scent yourself.

So when you two did make things official after a few more rather expensive dates, the first material thing Nanami bought was a perfume he wanted you to wear. It was very floral of course, but it had undertones that reminded you of a bubble bath, something you'd gladly wear for him.

Not long after for your one month, he bought you a necklace with his initial on it. He'd seen it done a million times, but the only way he knew to say he cared about you without saying it directly was to continue to gift you these delicacies. When he brought it home, he told you to close your eyes so he could put on the necklace and watch you gasp at it once you saw it in the mirror.

"Kento honey - you really didn't have to..."

He swept some hair from one side of your neck and placed a delicate kiss on your skin, "Of course I did."

After a while you caught on to his antics, accepting the pricey items he'd get for you and in return you were at his service and showering him with your gratitude. At the beginning it felt a lot like a one sided relationship, where Nanami would spoil you and all you could do to show for it was cook him something yummy and say thank you, but many talks later and you were feeling much better about accepting his presents.

What really took your relationship to the next level was when Nanami brought home another gift wrapped for you like it were Christmas. Initially you thought it was Chanel and you almost dropped dead on the floor, but as you loosened the flashy white bow on the top and opened the glamorous box, you realized it was something much better.

"I know we haven't been intimate a lot since I've been working so much, but I couldn't help myself."

It was the sexiest set of lingerie you'd ever laid eyes on - surely hundreds of dollars or more. You almost wanted to scold him for it and demand he return it, but how could you say no to him? Especially when he had his hand on your lower back and was smiling over your shoulder! You were truly suckers for one another.

Soon enough Nanami was pleading you to quit your job and spend time at home, opening up another credit card for you to spend on odds and ends things to make the home as you pleased (he wasn't keen on decorating, so his home was basically a blank canvas). Obviously you weren't spending thousands of dollars, maybe like fifty bucks here or there to get a new pan or a cute throw pillow for the couch.

And once he saw how little you were spending, he grew frustrated with you: "Why don't you spend more? You have the whole house to decorate. Buy yourself some more clothes or some candles."

"I'm not going to max out the card over stuff we don't need." You challenged, taking another bite of the dinner you had made.

"It's not about us it's about you."

"Babe, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it's just not necessary."

He fell quiet and kept his stern gaze on you as you ate. Then he scooped your hand into his and said, "I want to spoil you filthy fucking rotten."

Best believe that's exactly what he did. Every week he was bringing home a new present for you, whether that be flowers or that sweater you pointed out one time, or some body care. Name it and it was yours.

All Nanami wanted was to see you at your best, and to do that he wanted you in the nicest clothes and smelling expensive, living in a beautiful home and driving a nice car. Nanami Kento's love language is gift giving because he works hard to earn money to spend on you, so he can come home to a beautiful wife that can give him mini fashion shows and gush over the new center piece on the dining table.

At least that's what I think.

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so umm how tf do you find a man like nanami?? like hello,, i just want to take care of workaholic man and suck his dick,,

#nanami kento #jjk smut #currently horn knee LMAO

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mdni - characters are 18+, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE!! I didn't plan for this to be a three part series but fuck it, I'm having fun and you guys love it.

pt.1 / pt.2

(those who commented on my last post and who were looking forward to part two: @sanzusmile @megumischubbycheeks @zoraspillow @yelyahennig )

-

When Yuta asked you to touch him again sometime - he fucking meant it.

Since going your separate ways that evening, Okkotsu hasn't been able to keep his mind off of you. Late at night he'd toss and turn, then eventually try to recreate the work you did on him, but it just wasn't the same.

With one hand he'd awkwardly try to milk his tip and with the other pump the rest of his length, but he was just too sensitive! He'd get so lost in the feel of it. His wrists would get too tired to keep up the high maintenance of his pleasure that he'd settle for a weaker orgasm.

You were so difficult for him to be around because all he could think about was him cumming all over your cute little hands again. While staring at your dainty fingers he'd get painfully hard and have to sit and stare at a corner until his erection subsided. Being in class with you was horrible, seeing you twirl your pencil between your fingers or tap your nails on the desk, if he could get one more moment with you, maybe this intense desire for you would subside - bury the hatchet if you will.

So each morning he'd grow more and more excited to cross of the days on his calendar because at the end of the month, Panda would be hosting his movie night! There he could slip in his chance to have you feel him again.

-

The weeks passed slowly, much slower than Yuta would've liked, but that only made movie night that much more thrilling when it did arrive. He was buzzing with excitement as he slipped on his sweatpants and old graphic tee, swooping up a new fuzzy blanket he bought for this very occasion and left his dorm with a grin.

He had been anticipating your company for much longer than he wanted to admit, just your energy was intoxicating and he wanted another sip of you. Tonight would be a night he'd surely never forget.

But some thing was off.

The smell of popcorn wasn't in the air, nor was there the sound of the TV and light chatter while everyone set up. When he rounded the corner to the lounge space and saw no board games or snacks, his heart dropped into his stomach. Where was everyone?

"Yuta? Did you not get our texts?" You asked from behind him.

He turned to reply, but his jaw hit the floor and his face began to burn - he was gawking at you! And he felt a downright idiot for it too.

On you a black sparkly dress hugged your skin, spaghetti straps and deep V across your shoulders and chest, fabric snuggly around your mid thigh, and a pair of velvety heels on your feet. To keep you warm you had a blazer dangling from your shoulders, which wouldn't offer anything more than a business casual look to the outfit. To top it off, your hair was as stunning as ever, ready for Okkotsu's fingers to delve into.

"So pretty..."

"Huh? Are you alright?"

A quick mental slap to the face had him regaining his composure, "Uh - y-yeah I'm fine. What's going on?"

You giggled, "We're going out instead of having movie night. I think Panda said dinner theater or something? Just dress nice, and quickly, Maki and him are already in the car."

With haste Yuta scrambled to toss on a white button up and some nice black dress pants, on his wrist was a watch and a simple suit jacket to top it off. While he changed, he thought it peculiar for Panda to change plans like this, and aim for something this expensive, he must've had to pull some strings. Either way, Yuta had to adjust his plan. Adapt and overcome. (overcum hahahah)

In the car Okkotsu greeted his classmates who wore a green gown and a white suit. Needless to say everyone was looking stunning and would be turning heads as they entered the the theater. However, Yuta would be spending most of his evening thinking of ways to get your hands on him than watching the play or dining. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and if he remembers correctly, you were on board with it too.

At the theater, everyone was formally seated and had their orders taken. Panda expressed to not spend too much since the one funding this fancy evening was Satoru, but that only encouraged everyone to order the fanciest dish they could find on the menu. Sure they'd be lectured for it, but the exquisite blast of flavors would be worth every finger wag and punishment Gojo had. Though, while everyone ate forkfuls of the finest dishes, Yuta was hunting for the nearest bathroom.

You see, it was a cheap plan, but one nonetheless. Maybe as it unfolded he'd polish the edges, but until then the idea was to get you both in a stall. He wouldn't take very long, not with your magical touch, only then could he truly appreciate the extent of the evening, but until then he only had you and a quiet place on the brain.

Unfortunately, Yuta wasn't very nonchalant in his search, for you quickly noticed the way he rubbed his thighs and surveyed the room.

You leaned over to his ear, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

A lightbulb went off.

"Uh...I'm feeling a little ill. Can you come outside with me for a second?"

Genius.

You didn't hesitate, "Of course - here -" you reached for his arm after standing from your seat and relaying to your peers Yuta's 'illness.'

Okkotsu felt unusually cocky at his ability to adapt to the situation so quickly and use it to his advantage. Things were going smoother than expected, and if they could return before the end of the play, even better. He'd definitely have to repay you for your time.

Once outside, you gently guided Yuta to the car you borrowed for the evening. You both slipped inside the backseat and turned on the fan to allow some fresh air circulate in an attempt to ease the brown haired boy.

"Now," you sighed while settling in the seat next to him, "You want to tell me what's going on?"

"Well...I'm not sure, I just got sick to my stomach all the sudden."

It was cute, really, how hard he was trying to mask his grin and keep up with his lies.

"Right..." you nodded, "Does it have anything to do with the boner you've had all evening?"

"Huh!?" He didn't think it was noticeable secure under his belt against his naval.

You grinned mischievously, "Did you think I wouldn't notice you shifting it under your jacket? You really need to learn to be more sly."

All color from Okkotsu's face drained only to be filled with humiliation. Since he was a teen he thought he was pretty good at dealing with his manhood, but you seemed to crush that notion with just a few words.

"Let's get this taken care of so we can see the play."

Your teeth pinched your gloss covered lip between your teeth at the rush you got unbuckling his belt. The sound of the metal clicking open and his zipper coming undone was shamefully arousing, having you cross your legs to trap any wetness trying to escape from your core as to not dampen your lovely dress.

Just like Okkotsu, you had been thinking about this, only you wanted your tongue doing the work instead of your palms. Imagining him digging his fingers in your hair, whining and biting back moans, thighs trembling, ugh it was all you could think about. Truthfully, you had also been checking off the days with glee in hopes of grasping your chance at the next movie night, but this was even better.

"Y/n..." Okkotsu breathed, eyes locked onto your hands unveiling him.

"Mmm Yuta, you're just as pretty as I remember."

To achieve a better angle you nestled yourself between his thighs on the floor of the car. At that, he balled his slacks in his fists and let a low whine express his neediness. Almost immediately, that whine was replaced by quick breaths and tiny moans as you pumped his length in your hand.

"B-both hands, like you did before."

You tsked, "So demanding, why don't you let me deal with it? Just relax."

It took a few moments for Yuta to lay his trust in you and let his head rest against the leather seats, his eyes fluttering close to fully immerse himself in the bliss. A faint grin appeared on his lips.

That grin was dropped into a gasp once you wrapped your lips around his tip. Then a moan followed at the swirling of your tongue. You looked up at him through your lashes and Yuta swore he felt genuinely drunk, but hadn't sipped a single alcoholic beverage all night. The cherry on top was when you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you and him, then spitting on his cock and pumping it to get it slick. He quickly stuck a hand out and held back your head to calm himself, or else he would've cum right then and there.

After a few moments, the feeling of your warm breath against his cock was more tantalizing than comforting. It was time for him to regain control, specifically by twisting your locks around his fingers and forcing you to take his dick into your mouth and down your throat. What were you going to do, complain? Not with his cock shoved in your pretty mouth.

"Mmm just like that." Okkotsu practically growled.

A few tears streamed down your cheeks as you did your best not to gag too hard on his length, but it was worth it to see Yuta this dominate. Usually, he was very reserved and kind, but something must've snapped in him to have him using your mouth as a cock sleeve, and you were oddly thankful for it. The change in dynamic was nothing less than hot and left a longing ache in your groin.

With no concern for you, Okkotsu thrusted his hips into your mouth and forced his cock further down your throat, to which you tried to keep up with the pace and pull sweet moans from him by working your tongue on the underside. This was a million times better than your hands, and you could tell by the way he twitched in your mouth. As much as you wanted to smirk and smile at the pleasure you brought him...it was a little challenging.

"Fuck...Y/n." He moaned out, and the sweetness in his voice had you moaning against him.

A guttural groan rumbled in Yuta's throat at the feel of you gagging and moaning against his cock, your spit and his precum mixing to make lewd wet sounds and amplifying the hotness in Yuta's lower stomach. If he could edge himself all night in your throat he certainly would, but a time had to come where that thigh-trembling orgasm had to rip through his spine.

Your throat was sore and bruised from his cock, but you didn't dare stop - not even the thought crossed your mind. The way he struggled to hold eye contact with you, his brows pressed together and face strained to express how hard he was trying not to cum, you only wanted to grind against your heels more. So what if you had a wet spot on your dress?

"I-I'm sorry."

You furrowed your brows at his comment, wondering what he had to apologize for, but it was more of a warning than an apology.

His nails dug into your scalp and he planted his feet onto the car floor firmly before mercilessly thrusting into your mouth. He grit his teeth and clenched his jaw as he focused on fucking your throat, falling in love with the way you gagged and gripped his thighs.

"Oh god-!"

Sweat had Okkotsu's baby hairs sticking to his forehead, the rest of his hair being thrown back with his head and his mouth releasing a shamelessly loud moan. His hips trembled as he thrusted into your mouth a few more times, letting his hot ropes of white shoot down your throat.

"I love you I love you I love you!"

You didn't realize what he was chanting at first, too occupied with swallowing every last drop of him and licking up the mess you both had made, tucking him back into his formal bottoms. He tasted as sweet as you thought he would.

Some drool dribbled from the corner of your lips and you wiped it with your finger as you slipped back onto the seat from your crouched position on the floor, and Okkotsu's eyes followed you the whole way. Rightfully, his eyes were wide and his pupils were unbelievably large, but there was a faint glint in his eyes, a softness. Tenderness and compassion.

His words hit you like a truck.

"Heh...you don't mean that." You awkwardly chuckled.

Yuta swallowed thickly, "No, I do mean it, I mean it with everything in me."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah - you and every other guy I sucked off."

"I'm serious!"

Your gaze snapped his way.

"Yeah it was sort of the heat of the moment for me to say...but I do...love you."

Your mind went hazy and then blank. Were you to say I love you back? Did you love Yuta? No, you couldn't be here right now, you needed to be alone.

In your phone camera you fixed up your hair, put on a fresh layer of gloss, and reached for the door. However, you never made it out of the car, because Yuta had his arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against yours. The cherry flavor of your gloss was smeared onto his own lips and soon his tongue in an attempt to bring you closer to him.

You pushed against his chest, "Yuta-"

"Please! Please Y/n just say it back. I know you love me too." He searched your face frantically, his eyes crossing paths with your lips more than once.

"I'm not sure-"

"No, no don't say that."

"I'm not sure what love is!" You blurted out, frustrated at the way he wouldn't let you finish your thoughts.

His desperate expression twisted into pity, and in an effort to comfort you he slipped his hands into yours. Squeezing your laced fingers in his, he raised your knuckles to brush over his lips and proposed, "Let me show you what love is."

The sudden shift in mood was making your head spin and heart race. You felt disoriented and nearly overwhelmed at it all. Once second you're swallowing Yuta's cum and the next he'd begging to show you what love is. How does one process that?

The more important question: what was there to lose? What would be so bad about letting Yuta love you and express to you how true love operated? If anything, you needed him in your life more than he already was, you needed him as your lover, not as your friend. It was worth a shot.

"Okay...we can try." You agreed cautiously.

He was careful with you, nodding softly before cupping the nape of your neck to bring you in for a gentle kiss.

Thump thump thump!

"Are you two done making out in there? You're going to miss the second half of the play." Maki questioned sarcastically, peaking into the car with her hands cupped around her eyes.

You wanted to say screw the play and softly kiss Okkotsu into the next morning, dust your fingers over his body and feel his silky hair between your fingers, but you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Faces aflame, you both slipped out of the backseat and walked back into the theater behind Maki, hand in hand.

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Because one person wanted a part two <3 HAHAHAHA @sanzusmile

pt.1

Since that fateful morning you have been nothing but a burning ball of embarrassment. The second a head full of white, spiked hair came into view, your stomach would cramp up and have you nearly chucking up your breakfast.

Likewise with that one dark haired boy with purple beneath his eyes and a tired smile. You could tell he was avoiding your gaze, and the rare moments your lines of sight did cross paths, both of you had skin hot enough to fry an egg. Sometime you wish you could reach into your head and physically erase memories...if only it were that easy, right?

But no, you had to face them, train with them, study with them. All while trying to bottle up the elephant in the room and lock it out. Either it was working or your classmates were too pitiful of your awkwardness to make a comment, but nobody brought it up, and Toge (God bless him) didn't spill the beans to anyone. Only time could heal this one.

Or could it?

Maybe...just maybe you should finish the job you started. Wouldn't that make the most sense? It would burry the hatchet between at least you and Yuta, confirm some feelings that still seemed up in the air, and maybe even evolve into something more!

Stop - you're getting ahead of yourself. These hypothetical situations had a low probability of working and were definitely not the solution. Though, maybe you were being pessimistic? It's better to say you made an effort rather than wallow in all your humiliation and get nauseous every time you looked at Okkotsu.

Now it was about finding the right time to pursue him again. Surely you wouldn't opt for the early morning route, because chancing putting Inumaki through that horror again was inhumane. Maybe a secret study session? A movie date and pick the seats furthest away from everyone? So many options!

However, you didn't even need to choose, because the perfect opportunity fell right into your Yuta hungry paws. Lucky you!

Every month Panda liked to host a movie night and get everyone together to play board games, eat ridiculous amounts of junk food, and either grasp onto each other full of fear or laugh until your stomachs hurt. Tonight you'd be going to bed sending glances over your shoulder and double checking under your bed.

Everyone curled up onto the couch, lost in throw pillows and fuzzy blankets, sour candy and popcorn stuck in everyone's teeth and anticipating the next jump scare. The night started off a little tense, seeing as you and Yuta were up in arms and Toge was constantly shooting anxious glimpses your way. But after an intense game of Uno, things seemed to ease up and by the time the movie started to roll, both you and Yuta were clutching onto each other to cope through the horrors.

On the TV, a family calmly ate dinner, mundanely talking about their day, until....

Someone appeared outside their window!

Yuta gasped and hid into your shoulder, throwing his arms over your torso and trembling.

"Okkotsu! Nothing even happened yet! They're just standing there."

With terror in his eyes, he looked up at you with a pout, "I know but it's so creepy!"

Maki groaned, "You're all such babies."

Next it was your turn to scream and hide behind Yuta. The family had finished eating, and the mom stayed behind to clean up, only the stalker had made their way inside and was eerily standing right behind her!

Yuta giggled, "C'mon, that was so predictable!"

"Mustard leaf," agreed Inumaki.

You slowly emerged from your safe spot and told both of your classmates to respectfully suck it.

A few more jump scares and gruesome murder scenes had you in Okkotsu's lap and him tightly holding you against his chest. It seemed like every time your eyes reattached on the screen, you ended up back against Yuta in a ball. When the end credits were rolling, you were ready to jump for joy.

"That was the worst! Where did you even find that movie Panda?" You complained.

"It was on Netflix, I randomly picked it."

You and Maki both agreed that next time, someone else would pick the horror movie.

It was time to start cleaning up: put away all the board games, throw away candy wrappers, and fold up the blankets. But you weren't leaving just yet, not when you and Yuta had been getting along so well that night, you'd be a fool to let this slip through your fingers.

"I think I'm gonna stay up a little longer and watch something nice, I need to cleanse by brain after that." You informed, picking up the remote and scrolling through your options.

Everyone else nodded in understanding and bid you a goodnight, shuffling back to their dorms...all except one.

"I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to stay too. You know I already have a hard time sleeping and that didn't help."

You couldn't help the smile that was plastered on your face, "I'd like that." So he curled up next to you and tossed a blanket over your laps.

You decided it was best to turn on Haikyuu!!, it wasn't the best show to wind down to, but it was sure to keep your mind off the horrendous gore scenes still replaying in your mind. Yuta sighed next to you contently and complimented your choice. When was the right time to address the tension?

Maybe it wasn't while he was sipping on his water, but the question was practically crawling from your throat and there wasn't any more fight left in you to keep it contained.

"I'm sorry for running away."

The cursed boy choked on his water.

After coughing and you apologetically patting his back he responded, "Uh...don't mind. I would've done the same." Some nervous laughter followed.

A part of you just wanted to leave it at that, put the whole situation behind you and move the Hell on! Yet...something about Yuta lounging on the couch with his hair a tad more ruffled than usual, and the colors flashing from the TV onto his pretty profile had you itching to slip your hand beneath his sweatpants. It reminded you of why you were so enthralled by Yuta in the first place, why you wanted to please him, make his head toss back in pure bliss and make your hands a sticky mess.

Though your heart was prideful and confident, your voice was not, "Co-could I ask a question..?"

Yuta turned to you worried, "Yeah, of course! What's wrong?"

His innocent nature was chipping away at your ego. No, there was no backing down now.

"Would you mind if..." your mouth was dry, "...if I finished what I started?"

You couldn't look at him directly, but you could feel his mouth falling open and eyes widening. Was it bold to ask? Yeah. Whatever his answer was would make sense. Though...you hoped he would be more open to the idea.

"I-I mean..uhm.."

"You can say no." If you doubted yourself, it might make him feel guilty, like you owed it to him.

"I don't want to say no."

You felt disgusted with how your eyes shot for his lap before it found his features, but you couldn't help yourself.

"But I don't want to sound like some dumb, horny dude if I say yes."

You giggled, "I'd rather you sound like a dumb horny dude than be unsure."

Yuta chewed his lip and searched in your eyes for a few seconds, weighing his options and how this could affect your dynamic. Did it have to change anything though? You both could be great friends who just so happened to spend you alone time different. Besides, there was nothing like an orgasm to wipe your mind clean.

"Would you? Please?" Yuta edged the blanket from his waist.

It was shameful how hungry your eyes got, and how hastily you crawled your hand over to his groin. This was something you both had been waiting on, so it only seemed right to dive in head first.

Your hand slipped under his waist band and your fingers ran over his length over his boxers. With each touch more blood flowed to his length and made him more stiff for you. His small gasps and sighs were all you could hear, completely blocking out the intense volley ball match going down on the TV.

While you waited for his precum to dampen his boxers, you palmed his cock, blown pupils locked onto his pink cheeks and ears, lips slick with his spit from biting and licking at them. It had your thighs squishing together and another set of lips getting wet.

When your finger tips ran over a small wet spot, you did him the kindness of letting his hot cock collide with the cold air. At this he hissed, slapping his hand onto your wrist and digging his nails into your skin. His sensitivity would be something you'd use to your full advantage.

The tip was flushed a cute bubblegum color, an intricate vein popping from the underside, not to mention the length. He wasn't necessarily girthy, but what he lacked in width he made up for in inches, clocking in at about a solid seven and a half. Your tongue was jealous of your palm, but perhaps one day you'd be able to get a taste of him.

"You're so gorgeous Yuta." You hummed, spending a few moments to just admire him as a whole.

He sighed in frustration, "Heh, nghh, thanks..?"

It was cruel to deny him what he deserved any longer. With that you wrapped your fingers around his tip, smearing the pearly beads and pumping it over his length to eliminate some uncomfortable friction. He grunted and swore under his breath, squeaking out an apology for grasping your wrist so hard. If anything it was reassuring, it let you know you were doing just what you wanted to do all this time - make him feel good.

Starting with a sweet pace, you made sure to include all his dick and pay special attention to his tip when you returned to the top after a few pumps. The noises he made were thrumming in your heart and you wished to record them and listen to them like music for hours. This had to be better than any drug on the market or any kind of sake the fanciest restaurant in Japan sold.

Just because you couldn't resist, you let your other hand join in on the fun, working them in a pumping, wringing motion.

"Oh my God..!" Yuta bit down on his lip hard and had his dark eyes lazer focused on your hands at work.

When you felt his cock twitch, you switched up the pattern by letting one hand work at the tip and the other busy itself with the rest. Okkotsu's breathing was gradually becoming more shaky and he found himself gasping for air. How could someone's hands make him feel so good?

Another twitch and a whine of, "Fuck, 'm gonna cum!" Had you grinding your hips into the couch.

You noticed his brows furrow and jaw drop, and before you knew it his seed was spurting from him, coating your hands. You squeezed at his base and continued to milk his tip, in response his thighs shook and his head lolled back against the couch with a beautiful whine.

"Fuck Yuta." You sighed, enjoying the feel of him covering your hands in his cum and pulsing in your palm.

The only way to finish the job was to clean up, so you licked your fingers clean with your eyes locked on Okkotsu's, his brain growing more honey-glazed. A small yelp fell from his lips when you swirled your tongue around his tip to clean up the remnants, and you let the flavor of him spreads across your taste buds before swallowing.

Yuta wiped his brow and took his time regaining his breathing pattern before tucking himself back into his sweats, completely awestruck at your capabilities. How did you seem to know his body better than him?

"Can we do that again sometime?" He asked with half lidded eyes.

Your face closed in on his, but just far enough to deny him a much wanted kiss, "Anytime you want angel."

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P.S. I got very carried away with this, enjoy my obnoxiously extensive take on Tsukki and his build to angry seggs

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sigh...Tsukki furiously fucking you after a hard practice match.

He just can't seem to get his serves right today. Usually they're an easy breeze when it comes to practice but something in him just can't get that ball over the net.

"Don't mind don't mind!" Daichi or Hinata would call out, but it only made Tsukki's blood boil more.

And you could see it too. The veins in his clenched fists, white knuckles, grit teeth.

The other girls who came along to watch whispered, "He doesn't look so good," and, "He's scaring me." The sight of the girls gossiping making him that much more angry.

But he always made up for it with his quicks and kills, scoring points like they were second nature. Not to mention his height came in handy when blocking intense spikes.

Yet, he was hung up on those damn serves.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and cheered, "Nice serve Tsukishima!"

Something in his stomach twisted making him audibly grunt. His gaze flickered in your direction for a split second paired with a nod, and in that time you shot him a smile. This seemed to spark something in his chest - confidence he later labeled it - and he took a few steps back. He was going to do something he had never tried before.

A jump serve.

Because your damn smile and words of encouragement got him hot enough to want to be a show off. Even if the serve was absolute shit, at least he'd look cool while doing it, right?

He let the ball bounce off the ground a few times, spinning it on his finger tips before tossing it up in the air and running just in time with it to leap and spike as hard as he could.

The sound of the whistle pierced the air and the flag man shot his arm out.

Tsukki scored a point.

Adrenaline shocked your system and had you springing from your seat with your arms in the air and hollering.

"Go Tskukishima!" You screamed with a goofy smile and clapping.

As his teammates crowded around him and cheered him on, he couldn't peel his eyes off of you. The way your tits bounced as you jumped for joy and the flow of your skirt teasing the exposure of your panties. His muscles turned into cement, body like a statue as his friends punched his arm and ruffled his hair. He smiled.

"Kei-kun is smiling! Look look!" Your friend grasped your shoulder and shook you vigorously.

You opened your eyes to witness this bold claim your friend had made, seeing as something that precious didn't happen often enough. It would've just been nice to witness his prideful smile alone, soaking up the praises from his friends who hugged him, but Tsukishima's eyes were glued to you.

Once you two met each other's gazes, both of your massive smiles were swept from your faces and replaced with dangerously hot cheeks. This heat was doubled and tripled once the other members surrounding Kei noticed what had him so giddy and flustered, turning their heads to rubber neck at you.

You gasped and choked on your air at their studious stared, knees growing weak with anxiety and forcing you back onto the bench to nervously spectate. To hide your embarrassingly red skin you kept your head low, fists gripping onto the hem of your skirt to ease yourself.

It was hard to explain the dynamic between you and Tsukki. You didn't talk in class or during your lunch times, not even glancing at each other while passing in the hall. So you'd think that your assumptions of one another would be, 'oh, she's just one of my peers,' right? But then things like purposefully sitting next to each other in class to slip each other the answers on tests, silently swapping playlists to listen to while eating lunch, and showing up to all his matches would make you think there was something close to friendship. And then there were moments like this where holding eye contact with him was enough to have your legs weak and stomach rumbling with butterflies. It was downright confusing to you and even more frustrating when anyone asked you about it.

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Hinata was one of the many students you tutored. He was a little bit of a pain in the ass since he still struggled with some basics despite being on the verge of graduating and an adult, but what needs done must be done.

He was finishing up some math problems as you played a song from the playlist Tsukki created for you labeled "Y/n :)" and finished some of your own homework. The slam of Shoyo's pencil on your desk signaled he was finished and ready for you to check his messy work.

You paused your song and pulled your headphones around your neck, "Let's see the damage."

What you failed to notice was the red-haired boy scrolling through the Spotify playlist, humming to himself when he thought a particular song was good and grunting at the ones he thought were weird. Then he reached the top, catching the name of the playlist and the creator of it.

"You're Tsukishima's girlfriend?!" He asked loudly, eyes wide and smile even wider.

The other study pairs in the room fell silent and stared with judging eyes.

"Huh?!" You turned in your seat, "Sorry! Please keep studying!" Then you turned back and grabbed a fist full of Hinata's collar and hissed, "Shut up you little shit before you get us kicked out!"

"You didn't say no."

"I'm not-" no didn't seem like the right answer, but yes didn't either, "It's none of your business. Be quiet so I can grade your paper."

The next time you were tutoring, Shoyo was while he worked on some biology work, and you decided to listen to the "Y/n ;)" playlist.

You see, something happened since last week's tutoring session. Something that had reestablished your entire dynamic with Tsukki.

You remember it so vividly that it was hindering your ability to focus in class and propelled your addiction to his playlists. It made your heart roar like a lion and excitingly overstimulate your nerves. So your reminisced of it often through his choice in music for you.

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It was hot out that day, the one day during the winter where it was weirdly warm enough to take full advantage of. The staff had encouraged the students to spend their lunch outside and was even offering an extra fifteen minutes just to soak up the sun and reenergize. But you were hesitant, because you weren't sure if Tsukki would sit outside with the rest of the class he found incredibly annoying just to be warm in the sun, so you stayed inside in your usual classroom, alone and with your music playing.

A few minutes had passed with you eating in the empty classroom, losing hope with each passing minute that Tsukki would somehow choose the outside world over you, and feeling selfish and foolish at the thought. You glanced out the window, searching for his blonde hair and dark glasses, isolated from the rest of the crowd.

Then a warmth enveloped your hand and you yelped. He was startled himself and cautiously took a step back, raising his hands defensively. The relief you felt seeing his tall, slim figure had your muscles releasing and a refreshing sigh leaving your lungs. You paused your music and slipped your headphones around your neck, noticing he didn't have his lunch box nor his phone. You furrowed your brows at him questioningly, to which he replied with slipping your palm into his again and nodding toward the door. You trusted him to guide you away to where ever, not a word spoken.

He held your hand gently, and just this bit of intimacy alone was foreign but had electricity sparking all over your body. It made your head fuzzy so you didn't even realize when he slipped you into the boys volleyball changing dorm and locked the door. He drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and met your confused frame in the center of the room.

From his pocket emerged his phone along with a pair of wireless earbuds, slipping one into your ear and one into his. On his phone was a playlist, a new one.

"Y/n ;)"

His usual selection of music for you were soft and slow songs, something to play in the background while you did homework or walked home from school, sometimes cute and romantic.

However, this playlist was sensual, made your stomach hot and thighs clench involuntarily. How long had he waited to play list? How long had he thought of you like this?

"Can I touch you?"

His voice like butter, the softest velvet, the color of Marylin Monroe's lipstick, a deep red rose. The air in your lungs was caught in your throat.

"Please." You breathed.

Tsukishima nodded, Amber eyes holding your dilated gaze for a second longer.

Next he was reaching down to slowly loosen your school tie, helping it slip from the collar and dropping it on the floor, eyes reconnecting in lieu of asking if you were okay. You nodded.

Following were the buttons on your shirt, slipping from their slits one at a time at a pace slow enough for your legs to smush together and the song playing to have an affect on you. Once finished, he guided the top from your shoulders and reached around your back to unclasp your bra. Despite the heat outside, your nipples stiffened and your skin crawled with goosebumps. You were like ice, and Tsukishima's touch was the flame to melt you.

With your lip pinched between your teeth, you expected him to reach for your exposed breast and be attentive to the stiffened peaks, but his palms reached for your skirt, pulling both your panties and the skirt down with one motion. You were the final push over the finish line by toeing off your shoes and socks.

Completely nude.

You were in your barest form for Tsukishima to perceive and do as he pleased. After all, he did ask to touch you, something you had been waiting for for a painfully long time. You were holding back the childish urge to stomp your foot and whine.

Tsukki reached for your hand and placed it over the top buttons on his uniform shirt, asking for you to take your time with him just as he did you. And so you let your fingers dust over his searing skin whilst you undressed him, resisting the craving to nip at his neck and run your tongue over the faint outline of his abs. Both of you giggled when his length slapped against his abdomen, both at the awkwardness and to add some lightness to such a intense situation.

Now you were both bare, jaw's slightly ajar and drool pooling under your tongues. Your eyes ravished him before your hands could and you let your imagination do the work, and Tsukki could see the primal desire in your eyes, his filled with the same. So he stopped stalling, reaching for your chest and groping at your tits, pinching your tender nipples and forcing a squeak from you.

You opted for his weeping cock, wrapping your fingers around it and using your thumb to spread the pearly beads of precum around the tip and down the shaft. Soft spurts of breath warmed your shoulder as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck. In return you pressed the rest of your body against his letting your sweat mix and more delicious gasps escape both your lips.

A finger slipped down to your heat unbeknownst to you, and it's curiosity had your knees wobbling, your first moan making another kind of music in Tsukishima's ear. To cage in his own groans he sunk his teeth into your neck and nipped at the skin, sucking to leave a pretty purple bruise. The pad of his finger traced a small circle (advice his older brother had given to him despite telling him to shut up and get out of his room) to send another jolt of white electricity up your spine, resulting in your legs giving out. But fear not, for the strong man you pumped your fist against wrapped his arm around your waist and held you firmly against him - crisis averted.

Both his hands grasped the underside of your thighs and had you hopping to wrap your legs around his waist to carry you over to the nearest wall as if he had done it a thousand times before. He propped his knee against the paint and rested you against his strong thigh, gasping at the feel of your hot, sopping cunt against his muscle. It was your turn to earn your first moan, taking advantage of his hypnotized state to grasp him and run your palm against his length with a dizzying pace. It seemed as if his voice had dropped twelve octaves when he sighed at the feel of you working against him. Whining had never sounded so good.

Both of you were reaching a breaking point, but didn't want to finish yet, it was way too early! Besides, you wanted to save it so both of you could cum together to optimize each other's pleasure. With that you gathered some of your essence on your fingers and slathered his cock, prepping the both of you. After some shifting and more gasping and low moaning, Tsukki was guiding himself into you, his hands cupped under your knees and your back to the wall. His strength only had your core dripping for him more.

"Fuuckk." He sighed once your hips were flush together.

Your arms dangled over his shoulders, chest rapidly rising and falling suddenly out of breath and whimpering. It only got worse when Kei started moving his hips, gliding in and out of you, the sound of your slick louder than the music in your ears.

And not long after the sound of your moans and skin against one another was all to be heard. His cock drilling into your sweet spot while your fingers attacked your clit curating the perfect recipe for pure bliss.

Sweat dripped off his jaw and down his forehead, his glasses fogged up and unapologetic 'mmh's and 'oooh's rolling off his tongue. It was more of a sight to see than watching his dick completely disappear inside of you and reappear completely coated in your wetness. Your thighs and the base of his cock were slippery with sweat and your juices, making things wonderfully messy.

It wouldn't take much more for him to have you pulsing around him, and the only way you could communicate to Tskukishima that you were nearing your climax was by digging your nails into his taught shoulder blades, scratching down his back as he thrusted into you with more vigor - his signal to you.

"Cum in me."

The last words you babbled out before clapping a hand over your mouth and clamping down on Kei. Your walls squeezed around him so exquisitely that he let his steaming ropes of white shoot into your cunt, mixing with your own cum to form a white ring around the base of his cock. Another blissfully low moan reverberated in your ear.

You two had made a serious mess, one that needed to be cleaned up fast because it was nearly time for classes to resume. But you two waited just one more minute, letting each other enjoy the feel of him inside of you and time to catch your breaths. You lolled your head off the wall and Tskukki looked up synchronously to meet a hazy gaze, searching in one another's orbs of color before smiling and bashfully turning your heads sway.

Like the gentleman he was, he helped to redress you and tidy up your hair before sending the both of you from the dorm, as sneakily as you could manage. Not another word spoken the rest of the day.

--

"Wasn't it a smiley face last time?" Shoyo interrupted your daydreaming.

"Hmm? What are you stuck on?"

He pointed to your phone, "It's a winky face now. Wait - is that - that's Sex With Me by Rihanna. Oh my God Y/n are you and Tsukki-"

You slapped a hand over his mouth and scolded him in a hushed tone, "Shut up! And it's none of your business!"

That was the only thing your brain could conjure up as an excuse, because it was true. Hinata didn't need to know about what you and Tsukki did, he shouldn't even let those kind of thoughts run through his mind. That was for you and Kei to fantasize about only.

You pointed to his worksheet, "Finish your lab or I'm leaving."

"No no! I really need help!"

"Then keep your nose out of my phone and on your late work." You remarked, swiping your phone off the desk and away from his prying sight.

Unfortunately, you weren't the only one to be asked the question about your status with Tsukishima by Hinata.

One time while the energetic boy walked with Tsukki on his way home, bouncing around and trying to create small talk the taller boy wasn't interested in. Then Hinata caught sight of the "Y/n ;)" playlist on his phone.

"I knew it!"

"The hell are you going on about now?"

"You're dating Y/n."

Kei stopped dead in his tracks, even the bike that he guided beside him screeched lightly.

"Why do you think that?" Tsukishima asked with a menacing glare.

Hinata trembled under his scowl before stuttering out his answer, "Y-you both l-listen to that pl-playlist..."

"How do you know that?"

Hinata squeaked, "She listens to it while she tutors me after school! Don't punch me!" He tossed his arms over his head and cowered.

But when no swing came, or even an insult, Shoyo emerged from his hunched position to catch Kei looking down at his phone with the faintest grin.

"So I was right!"

The blonde man's eyes became threatening, "It's none of your business. Go home."

Needless to say, Hinata peddled home in an anxious frenzy.

-

The match carried on with you imploring Tsukki with clapping and crooked smiles, not chancing another jump-serve-after-party scenario. Since your excitement in the dorm, both you and Kei have made a massive effort to be distant, as if there was never a connection to begin with. There we're never hard feelings, it was best for both of you, and someday you'd sit next to each other during lunch and silently enjoy each other's company. Until then you had to continue your façade of never knowing the pretty blonde boy, just the cute girl who cheered him on sometimes from the sidelines.

Before you knew it the match was over, the boys absolutely dusting the opposing team and celebrating by screaming and hugging each other. Some of the girls next to you hung onto each other and cheered, fisting the air with pride. You couldn't be prouder.

The teams cleaned up and filed out, stretching and grabbing some water to rehydrate, which was your cue to gather your school bag and take your leave. Your headphones fit snuggly over your ears, phone on and Spotify pulled up. Tonight you'd make a playlist for Tsukki to tell him how proud you were of him and all his hard work, and excitedly send it to him while you both picked at your food.

Thumb hovering over the green play button, grin spread across your lips, and naval already hot at the thought of reliving your first time together, you were ready to immerse yourself in your nightly walk home that would have you rushing to your room to alleviate the sticky mess in your panties.

"Y/n!!!"

Your spine seized and you froze. With great hesitation, you looked over your shoulder to see who had called your name so urgently.

Hinata and Tanaka were sprinting at you full speed.

Rightfully you screamed out and shielded yourself with your arms over your head as you curled into yourself. Much to your delight, two sweaty, muscular bodies didn't bulldoze you flat onto the floor, screeching to a stop inches in front of you.

"Y/n! Tsukishima wants to see you!" Hinata informed with a big smile.

"I can't believe you're his girlfriend! The smart ass got one before me..."

Obviously flustered and in an attempt to mask it, you crossed your arms, "Stop telling people we're dating! And I know he doesn't want to see me, you're just saying that to embarrass us."

"No no!" - they waved their hands innocently - "He asked for us to come and get you before you left."

You narrowed your eyes, attempting to see through their bullshit or potentially search for the truth, but your glaring was useless. Just the man you had all been arguing about seemed to magically appear beside the three of you, spooking Shoyo and Ryū.

"What are you doing to her?" Tsukki asked with a monotone voice but flames behind his eyes.

Both boy stiffened up and nearly blew away in the cold, night breeze that wafted in through the gym doors.

"We thought uh-"

"It would be cute if-"

You smirked, "So you were lying!"

Guilt ridden, they started bowing and crying out their apologies frantically, to which you reassured them what they were doing was ridiculous and unnecessary.

Unfazed, Tsukki took his opportunity to whisk your hand into his and lead you from the gym. It was hot and slightly damp from his sweat causing your palms to slip against one another. Again you put your full trust into him, letting him guide you to wherever without speaking a single word to you. If you knew any better, it was safe to assume that you were about to meet the same fate you did that warm winter day.

And you did know better.

Even though the room was dark and a little bit colder than you had both wanted it to be, it was no match for the way Tsukki plowed into you from behind, sweaty and angry. It was clear you both had been all the other could think about all these weeks, just waiting for the right time to be alone to feel each other. Only this time, you didn't want to take your time to get each other hot and bothered, there was too much lust oozing to waste time with foreplay.

So you skipped right to the good part, ripping your skirt and panties down, throwing your bag and headphones, and bending over for him. You knew he was angry, and rightfully so with all those bunk serves - especially in front of you - not to mention the embarrassment his friends caused you. He'd fuck you so good you'd forget all of that, and so would he because you just felt so damn good.

Though in the dark, Tsukishima could still make out the way your ass jiggled when his waist rammed into it, and every time it would make his cock twitch inside of you. It was filthy and primal and everything that you two weren't by nature. This was the definition of fucking. And it felt just as good, maybe even better by the way your knees wobbled and the frequency of your moans.

It was just nice to have him inside of you again, stretching you out and making you cream all over his dick. The same could be said for Tsukki, he loved how well you were taking him despite his furious thrusts and his hands gripping your waist so hard it started to bruise. He hated making a fool of himself on the court, but that didn't matter anymore.

What did matter was the warning you were trying to moan out.

"Tsukki - I can't - 's too much -"

"Shut up." He barked back.

You tried to warn him, you really did, but how were you supposed to form a coherent sentence when he was railing into you this fucking good? To show for it, you came, and with it a clear liquid that sprayed all over Kei's cock. It soaked your thighs, his waist, and the bottom half of his jersey. Your body gave out and Tsukki reached for you just before you could collapse onto the floor.

"Fuck!" The blonde man grunted and unloaded himself into you.

He still had plenty of stamina, but the sight of him fucking you so good you creamed and squirted all over his cock had him cumming instantly.

Back in the gym, Tsukki tried to hide his dampened jersey and undershirt in his bag, but was caught by the team all wrapped up in their coats and retiring for the evening.

A hand slapped his bare back, "Damn Tsukishima! You never told us you could do that!" Nishinoya laughed boisterously, a few other members joining in as they slipped from the gym.

"You should've just told us you had a girlfriend." Daichi commented, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smirking.

"She's-" Kei started angrily, but nobody seemed to stick around to listen.

Did it really matter your relationship status? Sure it was easier to slap a label on things, but the way you and Tskukishima operated, it didn't require a label. You were both happy the way things were...more than happy.

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