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[kuroosdarling]

HQ men + loving moments during sex

ft. bokuto, suna, kuroo, semi, oikawa

‎a/n: pls okay i’ve never done a format like this but i had this idea so why not ?? i tried to proofread it but ... i couldnt focus lmfao so pls ignore any mistakes </3 and enjoy ur faves being utterly in love with you

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: mentions of breeding, oral (fem!receiving), implied overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, these men are simps for you, okay?<3

bokuto:

usually sex with bokuto fast and rough, due to his size and the sheer amount of force he can emit. sometimes, he just needed to slow down and hold you close. like tonight — the two of you were cuddling and after you rubbed your ass against him one too many times, one thing easily led to another. bokuto had his strong arms wrapped securely around you, spooning you as he slowly but deeply thrusted into you. there wasn’t a breath of space between your bodies, bokuto pulling you closer to him as he continued to plunge his cock into your drooling cunt. he always got so lost in pleasure as you squeeze so deliciously around him, coaxing him to bury himself as far as he can go so he could properly breed you. but he wanted to hold out, draw it out for as long as possible. he relished in how close he was to you, running his hands all over your beautiful body. his lips ghosted your ears, murmuring the softest praises into your ears. he cherished you so much, you were the one that grounded him, gave him hope, gave him motivation. he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. he’s so happy when he’s with you and he wants you to know just how much he adores you as his thrusts drive home in your fluttering cunt.

“love you s’much, never wanna let you go baby”

suna:

sunas favorite thing in the world was to bury his head between your thighs after a long day of practice. mindlessly lapping at your cunt, circling his tongue around your clit as you pull on his hair, arching your back further away from the bed. he loved watching your reactions, peering up every so often with his deep green eyes to soak up every sinful moan that flowed from your lips. he’s hooked on your heavenly taste and only craves more and more. each time you tug his hair, he can’t help but groan straight into your cunt, the vibrations falling dangerously close to your clit. his body is begging for release as he involuntarily ruts against the mattress but he won’t let go until he’s had his fill of you. his pretty eyes flicker back up to your half-lidded ones, hazy with desire and adoration. he can’t help but pull back a bit and offer you a soft smile. he goes to rest his cheek against your inner thigh — his disheveled hair tickling the already overly sensitive area, sending small pulses of electricity through your body. his calloused hands soothingly rub along your shaky thighs as he admires you like you’re the one that hung the stars in the sky.

“how’d you get to be so pretty, huh?”

kuroo:

nothing beat coming home to you after a long day of work. enveloping himself in your love and sweet affection made his world feel right again. all he wanted to do was lay you down, stare into your eyes, and make love to you. so that’s exactly what he planned on doing. his fingertips dance down your body as he grabs hold of your thighs and spreads you open, gazing down at your cunt in pure adoration. his aching cock presses against his dress pants. it doesn’t take him long to free himself and line himself up at your entrance, ready to pour all of his love into you — so eager to feel that love returned to him like it always does. the two of you gaze at one another for a moment too long, a soft smile spreading across both of your faces. seeing you sprawled out for him, eager to accept him in the most intimate way, a way that only he had the pleasure of seeing, made his heart race even after all these years. he reaches down to caress your face as he eases his way into you, your cunt doing most the work as you suck him in. groaning, he leans in closer to you, his gaze still locked onto yours as he rests his forehead against yours.

“fuck — how do you always feel so incredible f’me?”

semi:

what started as an innocent shower, quickly turned into something more passionate. even while he was fucking himself into you against the wall, semi managed to make you feel like you were being gently cradled in all of his love. a constant stream of groans flew from his lips into your ear. his skillful hands were wrapped around you, the grip firm on your hips, so tight they were bound to leave little marks. the thought drove him wild. his lips carried him all around your body, leaving his mark against your neck, your shoulders, your back —anywhere he could. he needed to be closer to you, impossibly close. he couldn’t help but turn you around, a chance to look into your eyes as he felt his core begin to tighten. groaning, he took your hand and laced it with his own, pinning it onto the wall beside you. your sweet cries only fueled him more, you were just so perfect for him. your breathless kisses consumed his mind, overpowering what little control he had left. he pushed all the way into you as he came, your cunt milking him for all he was worth. pressing his forehead against yours, he can’t help but fall even a little more for you, if that was even possible.

“g-god angel, you drive me absolutely insane.”

oikawa:

oikawa loved mornings like these. it was his absolute favorite way to start his day. pulling you into his lap so you can have your way with him. he loved watching you chase your high, using him to do it. his hands cascade down the sides of your body, finding their place on your hips in an attempt to push you down even further onto him so he could reach the deepest parts of you. his desire for you had him in a haze, eager to accept everything you’d give him. your hands splayed across his chest as you moved your body back and forth, gazing down at him as you taunt him by setting a slower pace. even though he knows your teasing him, drawing out his pleasure in a way only you know how to — he’d never seen a more beautiful, ethereal sight in his life. he feels so lucky to have you in his life, to be by your side. his pretty moans fill the room as he sits up, wrapping his arms around you so you are tightly wound together, desperately grinding against one another. he needed to be as close with you as possible, pressing skin against skin. two bodies, one soul. he’s in a heaven that can only be found with you.

“atta girl — take whatever you need from me, ‘m all yours

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[yuukimiyas]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sweet disposition

₊˚ෆ 1.0k words / sfw! / est. relationship / written w fem!reader in mind but can v much be read as gn!reader / proofread by my bff & word genius @/grimmjaws / super duper fluffy fluff for the dreamiest boy ever ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: this is so V self indulgent & self ship coded!! / based off one of my fave scenes from one of my fave comfort movies <33 / tyasm for bein so patient w me as i mustered up the courage to post this ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა your support means the absolute world to me! / now, w/out further ado! chloe's writing debut!

yukimiya kenyū adored you. whether it was the sound of your laugh, the way you took your coffee, or the way you looked while going on & on about your favorite author, he adored everything, no matter how big or small.

but notably, his most endeared moments were the dates the two of you shared together downtown. getting up just as the sun rose in the morning to make it to your favorite coffee shop, or walking a few blocks to the record store you now call ‘yours’, or spending some time together at the park, or maybe side-by-side, taking turns reading passages from whichever covers you’d picked up that day, while the sun’s rays elevated your eye-color to something otherworldly – those times were yukimiya’s favorites. 

every date with you was no exception.

or, so he thought.

the day had started off a lot like those others. another all-day-date-turned-adventure where you’d both gotten coffee and flipped through an abundance of jazz vinyl (most of which you owned, but continued the tradition nonetheless), then left to roam the streets of a city you were so passionate about. when your footsteps came to a halt, yukimiya stuttered to a stop just in front of you, your sudden lack of movement making him turn and raise his brow.

“everything alright, darling?” his voice was smooth and sweet, every syllable coated in pure honey. the question dripped down your spine and your cheeks took on a much rosier hue as you faced him head on.

“come with me.” wearing a sickeningly sweet grin, you took the lead. you dragged yukimiya behind you for a few paces, unable to contain your excitement, until he caught up to you, footsteps in tandem. the familiar sidewalks crunched beneath your feet, then turned into blades of grass as you traveled through the park, passing by your usual spot. you lead him up a fairly steep hill, hand-in-hand, before eventually coming to a beautiful, well-loved ironwork bench. 

while the body of the arrangement used to be freshly painted, it was now a weathered black, flaking heavily near the metal arms, displaying how endeared the spot was to more than just yourself.

“alright, here we are - my favorite place in the whole city.” you turned, arms outstretched & smiled so wide that yukimiya was positive there was no sight greater in the universe, one that could rival how you looked in front of him just then. he couldn’t tell if it was the way your hair was blowing in the light, autumnal breeze, or the way your small giggles & excitable expression made his chest warm, but he was filled with the obvious & irrefutable love he had for you. it didn’t matter the reason, you were ethereal in every small moment you shared together. 

yukimiya thought he couldn’t possibly love anything more; more than soccer, more than modeling, more than every star in the vast sky – it was always you who proved him wrong.

you sat down, patting the empty space beside you, its cool surface an invitation. yukimiya could do nothing but oblige.

“so this is your favorite place in the entire city?” the tall, dark-haired man questioned. a soft smile was apparent on his picturesque features, and when you felt yourself staring for a little too long, you attempted to hide the blush covering your cheeks by looking forward.

“mhm. i randomly came across it one day a few years ago & have found myself drawn to it ever since. you see that roof over there? on the left? that’s the museum of natural history, one of the largest since its founding in 1869…” you continued. yukimiya watched you with rapt attention as you pointed to numerous structures and parking garages, explaining each bit of history that highlighted all of the parts that make you, well… you. 

fascinated was an understatement for the striker, and he did his best to give coherent responses besides a quick ‘yeah’ & various head nods, but he just couldn’t shake it. the pounding in his chest began to drown out the outside noises of passing individuals going on jogs, talking on the phone, and walking their dogs until all he could hear was you.

“i feel like they could have done more with the layout of some of the larger structures, but hey, i’m no architect,” you joked. blushing, you raked your fingers through your hair and gave a somewhat shy chuckle at your own statement. “i’m…sorry if i bored you at all! i know hearing all of this is probably less than riveting.” 

“no!” he rushed out, words overlapping the end of your statement by just a moment. “please don’t apologize. tell me more.” 

just like that, your eyes lit up & another gorgeous smile adorned your delicate features before you spoke again, cautiously optimistic, “really? because i totally get it if it’s too–”

“really. please, go on.” yukimiya’s words were gentle, tone liquid and smooth as his arm snaked around your middle. he pulled you close, letting you rest your head comfortably on his chest as you began to talk again. he could listen to your saccharine voice forever & he was absolutely positive no bit of information, too dull or too bold, could deter him from thinking so.

after you exhausted all of your favorite factoids about the city & its many tall stone and brick inhabitants, the two of you fell into a comfortable, almost soothing silence. the moment stretched on for a while before you let out a whisper - one that simply could have dissipated into the wind if not for your close proximity to each other.

“i was wrong.”

“hm?” yukimiya answered with a hum, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“about this being my favorite place in the city,” you nuzzled into his frame as if it were humanly possible to be any closer than you currently were, “it’s my second favorite.”

“oh? why the sudden change of heart?” he inquired, his gaze never breaking away from the concrete horizon before him. he noticed it a moment later, how the city felt a little different now - more personal. it was as if every notion & bit of information you shared with him had opened up his eyes to a whole new perspective. admittedly, he was grateful for it; he cherished knowing the city better - you better. 

yukimiya knew in that moment, there, with you, that nothing else could possibly elevate the airy feeling of cloud-nine that he was already on.

and then you spoke.

“because my first favorite place in the city is anywhere i’m with you.”

fin.

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[fawnpires]

hi! if the requests are open could you please do sex pollen with Simon Riley? if you don't write smut, that's fine. thank you for your time and I wanted to say that ur blog is rlly pretty<3

ʚ LUST FOR LIFE. ɞ — SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ contents: sex pollen, car sex, porn with some plot, tit-fucking, size kink, manhandling, praise, unprotected sex, loads of dirty talk, missionary position, eye contact, cum play.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ notes: omg i've done a sex pollen fic with simon before and it was literally so fun to write for, i would def write for it again. (and tysm angel! you’re literally the sweetest, ty again for requesting. <3)

The assigned mission had gone in several directions — one being the fact that a majority of your team had split up directly after being ambushed by the enemy with smoke grenades filled up with this sour yet saccharine-smelling powdery substance which had not yet been identified by the general public. For seconds, you had somehow ended up slumped in the cramped backseat of a hijacked pickup truck on the outskirts of a well-camouflaged forest right alongside your brooding, composed lieutenant who had unfortunately been impacted with that same substance a great number of your other team members had been affected with too — including yourself.

And you don't know how, but somehow you ended up with your military uniform torn off of you and discarded onto the flattened floor of the truck with only the white lace of your panties encompassing around the curves of your anatomy — laying on your back against the plush of the backseat's leather while your head rested against one of the locked, closed truck doors. Your skin was clammy, head overcrowded with incoherent clouds of thoughts while that swirling aroma of that substance lingered within your nostrils and never seemed to vanish away despite being impacted so many hours ago. Those doe eyes of yours were angled upwards, taking in the rare sight of your lieutenant's naked and brawny statuesque frame towering right above your more vulnerable figure.

"You're drivin' me fuckin' crazy, doll. Keep those pretty eyes on me now." he pants out between heavy breaths spilling past his parted lips, his body now slanted over you which caused his shadow to envelop you in its entirety.

Those tactical jeans of his were left to be undone and forgotten at his ankles alongside the cloth of his boxers while the softness of your bare breasts engulfed the pulsating, girthy length of his kept cock as it thrusted between the flesh. His hands and arms of exposure, now bulging of some veins and hardened muscles, kept a firm yet gentle grip at your breasts — kneading them in calloused palms enhanced of faded scars, some new and some fresh; most hard to recognize beneath the provided lighting of the truck's dimmed dome light. Aroused sighs and moans of contentment were drawn from the deep backs of your throat, flowing out in undetermined intervals. Your thighs were pushed and rubbing together as it creating some sort of friction and a distraction from the substance's strangely arousing side effects while you were basically getting off on the sight of his cock fucking right amid the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes never wanted to leave his, something about them was so entrancing in the moment. Each thrust at the flesh left you in a puddle of a needy mess, the blunt head of his cock peaking out between the tops of your breasts while his thrusts grew more desperate and sloppy to reach his initial high. Suppressed grunts were pronounced from past the darkened black fabric of his balaclava, the corners of his eyes twitching as he threw his head back; large hands continuing to maintain a hold on your breasts, tweaking your nipples while he fucked them with a ferocity that left him panting like a dog in heat. Slick began to drool past your panties, running down your inner thighs in a line of fluid while your jaw hung open to discharge those sounds of ecstasy. The atmosphere of the truck smelled of sex, the panes of the windows beginning to fog up in a hazy mist.

"Gonna cover these pretty lil' tits all full of my cum, lovie. I can't believe I've never given this pretty body a chance. " he gets out while a loud groan comes from him, the more he desperately moved his hips through the sensual simulation your breasts provided him — the more his climax got onto the verge of spilling out of him.

"Lieutenant, please..." your voice had the slightest hint of a whine to it, almost pleading him in a more high-pitched tone of voice.

"You sound so good f'me right now, sweet girl. Just hold on a little longer for me, baby. Almost there."

With that, he gives one last and particularly vigorous thrust between the mounds of your softened breasts; his hands traveling down to either sides at your waist, fingers depressing upon the skin as his head slanted a little more further back in pleasure with satisfied groans no longer being held in. His seed jetted out in fervent pulses onto the smooth stretch of your chest, adorning the skin in a sheet of pure and sticky fluid. As his head slanted forwards again back in regular position, his pupils appeared to be more dilated — giving him the look of some sort of rabid animal, seeking out for a way to quench his hungering lust. (In this case, using your body would be that designated method for appeasing that hunger - thanks to the substance's effects on the man.)

In a craving manner, you find Ghost briskly pulling up the lower edge of that skull balaclava he almost always sports on the physical features of his face; head lowering towards the supple flesh while his tongue eagerly laps at the liquid, brushing over either one of your nipples periodically — drawing one of those needy and pent-up whines from you. A hand is felt dragging down between your thighs, parting them from each other as his index and middle finger formed circular motions at your pantie-clad cunt, your body slightly shuddering at the contact towards your wet and sensitive area.

"God, you look even better with my cum all over your tits," Ghost chuckles lowly against your breasts, suckling and licking at them with his exposed lips. "Didn't know you were this desperate to be touched like this by a superior."

"Can't take it, Ghost, please. I need you inside me already."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Just a little bit more, I promise. Acting like a needy lil' thing, aren't you?" he responses in a breathless vocal tone, his accent more accented with each gravelly word spoken.

His fingers slip around the waistband of your panties, the wet article of clothing worn around your curves before it was yanked down your legs and left to be abandoned with the rest of your uniform. Ghost lets out a deep grunt at the sight of your naked figure, his lips granting both of your breasts subtle little kisses before straightening himself back up and imposing right over you. He was moderately leaned over you, his hands adjusting your legs to rest on top his shoulders before drifting down to settle at both sides of your waist. His now solid cock rests at your lower abdomen, kisses being pressed into your right calf while his body slowly grinds against the perspired surface of your exterior skin.

The precise, kept movement of his raw hips had your head rolling back against the door of the vehicle — right in a state of an almost overwhelming, yet such raw ecstasy — in addition to more sweat trickling and trickling down onto the leather beneath where you laid at. His mouth stayed attached to your calf, advancing and pressing those gentle kisses of his onto the clammy limb, (Despite his rough, cold-blooded presence out of the field; he was the most gentle towards you, almost in resemblance to a lover.) Your teeth bit into the flesh of your lower lip, gnawing feebly at it while your cunt throbbed excessively in unrhythmic patterns. His teasings were going straight to your aching head as the aftermath of the substance, now well-acknowledged to be running through the course of your veins, only seemed to worsen without relief.

Fortunately, he took notice of your practically pleading exterior on display just for him; causing him to lean back a few inches from your body before steadying himself over you, eyes never faltering from yours as his cock angled right at the entrance of your sopping cunt as he slowly inched himself inside the warmth of your walls accompanied with a squelch audible throughout the vehicle. His free hand was left to press up against the fogged pane of nearest window, a prominent cast of his palm being left there. His other hand held at your hip, beads of sweat outlining at his cloth-wrapped forehead while it trickled down past the visible eye area of his balaclava — combining with that black, smeared eye-paint gracing around those dulled brown eyes. A distinct grunt came from him at the sensation of your cunt engulfing him, and a whimper of a reached relief sourced from the initial contact of his hips pressed against yours.

"There you go. Such a good girl, taking me in so well." the lieutenant cooes from above you, his voice hoarse and slightly strained while his hips sustained a pleasant rhythm.

"Mmm— fuck, Ghost... feels so good." you moan out, eyes nearly closing to fully indulge in the sensation.

"And your pussy feels like damn heaven, Jesus." his words were spoken through a grunt, his hand at the window smudging at the fog. "Keep those eyes on me, want you to look me in the eye — know who's fucking you, making you feel this good."

The smallest smirk is held at one corner of his lips at your words of praise, his hand at your hip using the thumb to gently stroke at the skin while his thrusts increased in speed. Shamelessly, soft moans and various noises of pleasure were being pulled out of you now as his each pump of his hips into you was shaped into the interiors of your cunt. Your nails dug into leather below you, legs trembling out of bliss on-top of his sturdy and muscled shoulders tensing from the vast mass of euphoric feelings the both of you were undergoing. With each passing thrust within you, his motions quickened up through you, the head of his cock kissing right at your cervix repeatedly without stop.

Arousal was the only thing, the only emotion that your body could be running on at this exact moment — your inner thighs stained with your slick, leaving a small pool of fluid under you; evidence to how good he really made you feel when fucking right into you. Resonates of skin-against-skin and more noises of sexual matter filled up the once silent truck, the windows nearly curtained and blocked off with fog sourcing from the both of your bodies continually pressing up against each other. His hips angled in different kinds of ways, just to aim his cock right against the spots that would cause your back to arch off the seat and your hips to slightly raise in the air. More sweat began to form at your skin, glistening underneath the dim lights.

Your legs were more spread apart, nevertheless still perched on his shoulders as the positioned of your body arched off the seat raised body gave him a better approach to pound into you. His sweat mixed in with yours, cock drilling into your pussy at an pace that could be almost considered violent by the looks of it. He had his hand pushing down a little more into your hip, his build tilted over your own. Moans of his title — of his military title — were being moaned out from you in a head full of rapture where you saw stars in your vision, which fueled that arousal just about leading to his climax once he heard that angelic tone of yours speaking his name.

"You fuck me so good, sir." you whimpered in a fragile voice, that built-up tension in your stomach almost at its high.

Those words of yours were almost enough to drive him over the edge, but his composure was held onto just for a little longer.

"That's right, lovie. I'm the only man who can fuck you like this, nobody else, yeah?" he pants out, the violent pace of his beginning to stutter just at the slightest. His composure was slipping off now, without a doubt. "Can feel you squeezing me — shit, — let go for me, angel, come on."

With his words basically giving you the permission, your body stiffens while a series of whimpers and moans are mainly heard from a clear volume. Your cunt clenches around his cock while it remains still up against your cervix as he gives into a climax the same time as you do, his near-animalistic groans merging with your much softer moans. Ghost gives a single, last thrust before hot waves of pleasure spill from him as he fills your cunt to the brim with the warmth of his seed. Heavy breaths of almost exhaustion come from him for a few moments longer before he slowly pulls out of you, your weakened body vaguely at the feeling of it. His eyes sweep down from your eyes, to the rise and fall of your breasts, to the perspective of his seed spilling out from the puffy lips of your cunt and onto the splattered material of the seats.

By now, the influence of the substance has sufficiently gone down considering the quantities of alleviation that you and Ghost had managed to release off of each other. (In the most intimate, non-expected way possible — and during a full-on mission.) He cautiously lowers his hand at your hip to dip between your soaking thighs, the heel of his palm rubbing at your raw, delicate flesh dripping of both of your sticky releases. Your mind finally goes conscious for the first time since both you and him had temporarily hid out in this truck; a faint flush coming to rise at your cheeks once the realization hits you — you fucked a superior, your literal lieutenant.

It’s not like the either of you were to blame, you think.

He then leans down to you, palm still rubbing at your folds as you shakily sigh out, a kiss being pressed into your forehead. It was abnormally sweet, especially coming from someone like him. But you weren’t complaining, — as long as he wasn’t pissed about fucking a subordinate, such as yourself, or had any regrets about doing any of this with you; drug’s influence or not. You can’t help but allow your face to flush lightly at the kiss, a small blush blossoming around your cheeks. He then wholly lowers back the edge of his pushed-up balaclava, his full face now concealed like always.

“You regret any of this?” you asked quietly, not out shame or sadness, but a genuine curiosity to hear from his side. Your breaths were still coming out shaky from his rubbing palm.

It’s dead silence coming from him, before he then speaks up with a slight unpredicted chuckle.

“Regret this?” Ghost repeats back to you, his head cocked to the side as his eyes find yours once more. He looks at you as if you told some kind of joke to him — or just said something really stupid. “No way in hell would I regret doing something like this with a girl that has your looks, or your sweetness, sweetheart.”

“Good, but you better not be saying that because of the stuff we got hit with.” your said more teasingly.

“Nah. I only speak truth from my cold, dead heart, love.” his deep voice responds back to you, the corners of his black-smudged eyes crinkled in an indication of a grin.

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[zanarkandskylines]

twisted in bedsheets ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ with establishing your triad out of the way, there's no more awkward tension between you and the boys! now, there's a different kind of tension when the three of you can't get enough of one another.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! - Smut; non-threesome scenarios (boys get you separately), some praise, pet names, fingering, oral (m!giving & f!receiving), some dirty talk | mutual pining, fluff, poly!kiribaku ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3  | wc; ~1.5k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

Your back pressed into the plush of the sofa, dress shoved up your midsection as you squirmed about, Bakugo’s face stuffed between your thighs. His crimson stare is locked on to your face, watching how your cheeks flush and the way you bite your lip anytime his tongue lazily rolls over your swollen clit.

Who would have thought you’d end up under Bakugo’s spell so early in the morning? You’d only meant to stop by on your day off, dropping off some vegetables he asked you to pick up from the local market.

[you] i’m headed to the market this morning. you need me to pick anything up for dinner tonight?

[katsu 🐯🧡] you off today? if you wanna grab tomatoes and onions, that’d be great. the one’s in the garden aren’t ready yet.

[you] yeah, my boss is at a conference so no need for any of us to be at the office today and tomorrow. sure! i’ll swing by after to drop them off.

[katsu 🐯🧡] thanks sweets. door’s open, see ya soon.

[you] 💖

You let yourself in with the bags of groceries, setting your own by the door and bringing his into the kitchen. Bakugo pops out of his office, strutting into the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to give you a light kiss. He notes the sundress you were wearing - one of his favorite designs from last year’s summer collection. It continued to amaze him that you had an entire wardrobe around his clothes - fate works in mysterious ways.

“Damn, that dress fits you perfectly.”

Bakugo’s eyes wander down your body, scanning every detail and how the fabric hugs your figure. While you’re unloading the vegetables onto the counter, he shifts behind you and places his hands on your waist. His fingers dance over the dress, playfully squeezing your hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your sides.

“I’m sure you’ve never heard of the designer,” you tease, giggling as you turn to face him. Bakugo picks you up and places you on the counter, moving between your legs to get closer to you. He gives you a few gentle kisses on your cheek and down your neck, hands roaming down your sides and over your thighs. Your previous giggles quickly turn into soft moans, the close proximity of your bodies instantly lighting the fire in your belly.

Bakugo pulls back for a moment, tilting his head at your reaction. “Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You lace your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him against your body and the counter.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps before capturing your lips, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck while the other holds onto your bare thigh.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, hence your current position on the couch. Bakugo brings your attention back to reality when one of his fingers slips into your soaked core, curling it against your inner walls as he nibbles on your inner thigh. Your mewls drive him wild, increasing the tempo of his finger thrusting in and out of you. The way your body reacts to his touch is intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck princess, you're so wet," Bakugo praises, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue to gather up your arousal. The grip he has on your thighs is tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel the tension in your stomach grow in intensity with each lap of his tongue, stumbling closer toward orgasm.

"Katsuki...don't stop," you whine as your thighs begin to tremble under his palms.

"Didn't plan to, baby."

The way 'baby' falls from his lips is enough to thrust you over the edge, the pet name immediately snapping your internal thread. You fist a handful of his blonde locks by the root, practically riding his face when you come - hard. It's enough to leave you gasping for air, not realizing the breath you were holding until your release tapers off. Your fingers slip from Bakugo's hair, letting him rise from between your legs. His lips and chin glisten with your spend.

"Can...I do anything for you?" you ask breathlessly, tugging him upward and kissing his forehead.

“Don’t wanna spoil dinner,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest. “I’ll have you for dessert later.”

The image of Bakugo ravaging you while Kirishima watches, patiently waiting for his turn and teasing the two of you floods into your mind.

Fuck.

After laying on the couch together for a little while, you head home with your groceries after the blissful encounter with Bakugo, letting him continue working. He made sure to give you a long and loving kiss goodbye, followed by a smack on your ass that you’ll be vibrating from the rest of the day.

───

It’s the early afternoon - you’ve got a few hours to kill before dinner with the boys. You pull your phone out to text Kirishima, offering to bring him an afternoon pick me up as an excuse to see him.

[you] i dropped by the house earlier to give kat some veggies for dinner. are you busy with any classes right now? i’ll bring you a snack!

[eiji 🥊❤️] sure! swing on by, i’ll be in the upstairs office. 🥰

───

A knock on Kirishima’s office door catches his attention, eyes darting over to you in the doorframe. His smile is instant, his signature big toothy grin plastered on his face when he sees you.

“Hi honey! Come in,” he exclaims, waving you inside. You step in and close the door as he’s wrapping his toned arms around you, peppering your head and cheeks with endless kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you chuckle, finally able to give him a kiss on the lips.

He bends next to your ear, the hand on your back firmly pressing you against his chest. “Just thinkin’ about tonight’s dessert menu.”

How did he know about that?

As if reading your mind, he continues to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Katsuki texted me a little bit ago about how delicious you tasted.”

A moan bubbles in your throat at his words, flustered that Bakugo bragged to Kirishima about eating you out. When did he do that, after you left the house?

“Oh?” You respond meekly, shivering at his heavy breathing on your neck.

“Mhm, somethin' about how pretty your dress looked pushed up around your waist and how cute your moans sounded.”

Holy shit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” is all you can say, trying your damndest not to crumble to the floor. You'd never had any partners brag about you like that in the past. Kirishima’s hand on your back shifts to your hip, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his grasp.

“Wanna give me a taste, too?”

It’s comical how fast you scurry over to Kirishima’s desk, dragging him by the hand and inviting him to touch you. He reaches under your dress, dragging your panties down your legs and letting you step out of them. He pushes you back against the wooden desk, lifting you to sit on the end of it.

“Lay back, I got you,” Kirishima purrs, giving you a steamy kiss while shimmying your dress up your frame. Once he’s satisfied with your lips, he takes a knee to the ground and carefully tugs your hips to the edge of the desk. You do as he says, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kirishima stacks your thighs on his shoulders, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your sticky center. You bite your lip, attempting to keep quiet and not draw attention to anyone in the gym on the first floor. He notices your struggle as he flicks his tongue across your clit, grinning between each twitch of your legs.

He leans back, his ruby eyes sparkling with affection. "Kat was right, baby, you're so sweet."

You knew this wouldn't take long with how riled up you are. Between him and Bakugo, they make you feel like an early 20 something all over again. Their desire for you, together and apart, is hypnotic and thrilling.

"Eiji...," you whimper, running a hand through his fiery mane.

Kirishima chuckles, the vibrations sending lightning bolts through your core, winding the band in your abdomen tighter.

"That's it, just relax and let go for me, angel."

The way your body reacts to his command is immediate - spasming as you rode through your orgasm, clutching the desk beneath you. Kirishima groans, lapping up every drop of your spend while squeezing your thighs playfully. When he finishes, he gives back your underwear and helps you off the desk.

"Head on home. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to wait until after dinner for more," Kirishima demands, squeezing your waist before kissing you on the cheek and returning to his desk.

You shake your head, attempting to rid your cheeks of the blush on them before leaving the office. When you step outside, your phone dings with a text message.

[katsu 🐯🧡] you better still be wearing that dress tonight.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — even though the three of you have had plenty of fun together by now, being able to get your share of both of them individually is exhilarating. 💜 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent

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[megistusdiary]

Ok but transfem Arle with a breeding kink tho

-🎭

i've been waiting for this one. i have been having arle brainrot for like 2 days because of this. just waiting for the right moment to write/post this.

it is time. 🤭 feast your eyes upon the culmination of my kinks all in one place.

this turned out so long 😞 i hope i didn't make arle ooc 🫠

(also, i just learned you can save drafts of ask answers. was that new? or am i really just that clueless)

transfem!arle + breeding ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dom transfem!arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, face riding, penetration, breeding kink, size kink, arle is a little rough/possessive

rough. that was the easiest word to use should anybody even dare to ask what it was like to bed your lover.

no matter how much restraint she showed, her sharp nails would still dig into your hips, leaving marks and scratches you could feel, even when you couldn't see them.

the way her hips would pound into yours would leave you feeling sore and achy the next morning.

her teeth would leave sharp indents and hickies strewn across your neck like a line of string lights.

yes, rough was quite the accurate way to describe your love life with her. yet there was love behind all of that. all of those bite marks, scratches, and bruises lay how much she cherished you. how she couldn't bear to even fathom life without you.

so, you must forgive her for what may seem like careless rough play. though, she does adore when you tell her how much you love it. when you ask her to be rougher.

however, nothing could top the feeling she got when you insisted on her breeding you. the way the words fell so easily from your lips had her promptly stiffening in her expensive office chair while you stayed perched upon her lap.

"what's gotten into you today?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed as her sharp nails dig into your hips through your clothes.

despite her tone bordering on harsh, you could feel the way she hardened beneath you. your teeth sunk into your cheek to prevent your smile bubbling up as you cleared your throat, leaning closer.

"don't pretend like you don't think about it all the time." you decided to tease her, hoping she would forego work in favor of taking care of you instead. "please?" you add, in a whiny little tone that has her exhaling sharply.

you yelp when she picks you up abruptly, your legs wrapping around her waist as she stands from her desk, shoving her chair out of the way.

"you're sure? don't go asking for things you can't manage." she reminds you and you scoff.

"i can take it."

and, with that, she carries you out of her office, everyone scrambling off and out of view before she could even lay eyes on them.

the minute you got to her bedroom, the door was kicked shut and locked, your back pressed against the wood as her lips stole your breath.

she let out a grunt when your tongue swiped over her lips, and she pulled away, moving one hand to grip your jaw. she pushed your cheeks together, opening your lips and sliding her tongue over yours.

oh, and the pitiful whimper you let out was just so sweet. she just couldn't help herself. the hand wrapped underneath you squeezed your skin through your clothes, holding you firmly against her as she slowly moved you both towards her large bed.

you were familiar with her bed. the softness of the silk sheets, blankets that felt like heaven, pillows full of fluff to keep you traversing your sweet dreams.

she dropped you onto your back on the bed, hearing your little huff of air when you hit the mattress. she looks down at you, shrugging off her outer coat to reveal that sleeveless turtleneck she knows you like. the way her jacket obscured her muscles from view was simply unacceptable, and this was most certainly your favorite way to see her.

she leaned back over you, this time letting her hands slide down your front, to the hem of your shirt. she wasted no time in yanking it up, revealing your stomach and bra, urging you to slide it all the way off.

the second she got it off your hands, she flung it across the room, looking down to admire you.

"you're so pretty." she praised in the sultry voice she knew made you shiver. a clawed nail trailed down your stomach, admiring the size difference between her hand and your body.

"don't tease me-" you protest softly, looking up with your best puppy-dog eyes. and who was she to not oblige your sweet little requests?

she swiftly removed your pants, leaving you in your undergarments before she was quick to remove those, too. she tore your panties clean off of you, ignoring your little surprised gasps and mumbles, tossing the torn fabric aside.

you half expected her to start stripping, but instead, she laid down next to you, pulling your nude form onto her lap.

the confused tilt of your head had the corner of her lips quirking up. she gripped your hips firmly, pulling you up towards her lips slowly as your eyes went wide.

"arle-" your voice was soft, nearly a whisper. you felt her lips touch your thigh gently, a silent reassurance as she hovered you over her mouth.

the first touch of her lips to your clit sent a jolt through your body, hips twitching in response as she let out a soft hum. she lapped at your clit, moving your hips for you to let you feel the wetness across your entire pussy.

every little movement had you letting out whimpers and involuntary noises, albeit muffled from your palm, head tilted back. "fuck, arle- that feels good-" you panted, other hand finding her hair to gently card your fingers through.

your palm pressed against her scalp, letting her feel the heat of your skin. she slowly let go of her grip on your hips, letting you ride her tongue at your leisure, listening for the slowly rising crescendo of your moans as you approached your orgasm.

blood rushed through your ears, tuning out her soft mumbles of what you assumed, or hoped, was praise.

she pulled away for a moment, tapping your thigh as you looked down at her, leaning back to sit on her chest instead.

"grip the headboard, and try to keep yourself upright. can you do that for me, doll?" she asked in a voice you knew you couldn't refuse, rapidly nodding as she kissed your thigh sweetly.

you moved back, hovering on shaky thighs while she sucked your clit. you heard the sound of her belt clinking behind you, head turning to see her unbuckling her belt, sliding the fabric just enough to free her cock.

it was pretty, long and thick, with similar markings to her arms.

before you could admire her any further, she lightly patted your ass, pushing you onto her tongue teasingly.

your head fell forward, listening to the sounds of one of her hands pleasuring herself. you could feel rather than hear the soft vibrations of her grunts against your cunt. your hips ground into her tongue, chasing your high as she looked up at you, stroking herself while she waited for you to cum for her.

the second you did, moved both hands to hold you up while grinding you into her tongue, drawing out your orgasm while maintaining the integrity of your lover's neck.

once you feebly grasped her hair, gently tugging and mumbling about being too sensitive, she finally pulled you away, sliding you over to rest on her lap. you could feel her cock pressed against your back, leaking onto you as you had into her mouth and now on her stomach.

the remnants of your glossy release stained her black turtleneck, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance, pulling the fabric off to reveal her toned stomach and plush chest.

she removed the rest of her clothes, making you finally feel more at ease to see her just as exposed. you moved to kneel above her stomach, hands pressed to her abs as you sat back down, her cock now in front of you.

you slowly inched down, about to kiss the tip before she stopped you. "not today." she shook her head, opting to use oil to slick herself instead, coating her cock in a light sheen, grunting with each movement of her hand before she pulled you to hover over the tip.

shaky breaths came from both of you as she slowly slid you down her cock. she gave you time to adjust with each inch, filling you up completely until your pelvis finally sat flush against hers.

your head fell forward, hands pressed to her toned biceps. she looked up at you, waiting patiently for you to tell her when you were ready.

of course, as soon as you had somewhat adjusted, her hips shoved upwards roughly into yours. the force had you bouncing on her lap, only stabilized by her iron grip on your body, surely leaving handprint-shaped bruises on your skin.

each noise from your lips was sinful, feeling completely stretched out and full from her. she looked up at you as if you were her world, focused on each tiny change in your expression. carefully monitoring your pain and pleasure, altering the angle of her hips in just the right way to have you trembling in her lap.

"you're so tight, doll. i need you to relax for me." she huffed in between clenches of her jaw. she shoved herself further into you, feeling you tighten around her and she groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

she found herself more endeared with how you seemed to praise her, mumbling how full she made you feel, how much you loved her, how much you wanted her to fill her up... it all had her ego inflating like a balloon ready to burst.

her thumb slid down, teasing your clit with tight circles that had your back arching.

"no- don't wanna cum without you-" you weakly protested, and she scoffed, rubbing faster.

once you finally started shaking again, body stilling except for your shivering, she eased up. you felt so tight around her, she couldn't resist, now fucking you with such fervor it had you collapsing onto her chest, panting into her shoulder.

"good, doll. such a good girl for me." she groaned, focused on fucking you deeper. "i'm close, are you sure you want-"

"archons, yes! i told you to breed me!" you cut her off, sucking a dark bruise into her neck, and she shivers.

once again, who is she to deny your wishes?

"if you want it so bad, then you'll fucking take it. you're mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to hold. you're mine." she hisses into your ear, kissing your temple with such gentleness that it leaves you reeling.

her hips press deeper into you, pushing her cock further in as she finally cums, curses tumbling from her lips. you feel the warmth of her release spread inside of you, indulging in her grunts and soft breaths, cuddling against her as her bare chest presses into yours.

her hands slowly smooth up and down your back, keeping her cock inside of you to keep you plugged up. she relaxes beneath you, letting you stay on top of her as she caresses you gently, feeling you ease into a calming sleep, enjoying the warmth of her around and inside of you.

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[hyunverse]

morning text ʚ♡ɞ hwang hyunjin

hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre — fluff. drabble

note — because i love pouty jinnie.

"are you divorcing me?" the text reads.

you could see the pout on hyunjin's face without actually having to look at him. you roll your eyes as your fingers type a reply — "jinnie. . .", earning "because you left me on the bed alone," as a response.

you roll your eyes. hyunjin’s always this dramatic — he gets all pouty when you leave his side, even if it’s for a toilet break. the pancakes on the pan in front of you turns golden, a cue for you to pick them up. you could feel excitement bubble in you. it's not common for hyunjin to still be in bed at 10 a.m on a weekday, so you're trying your best to cherish the day as much as you could. one of the ways is by preparing hyunjin breakfast in bed — knowing him, he especially loves acts of service like this.

the pitter-patter of your feet resonates as you climb up the stairs, giving hyunjin time to bury himself in the duvet and sulk.

"stop sulking," you sigh, placing a tray full of food on the nighstand, "i was gone for like a half an hour."

hyunjin's head pops out of the duvet to stick his tongue out at you. his sulking face is apparent on his visage, earning a roll of your eyes.

"babe, i literally left you for a while to cook you breakfast."

"leaving me all cold and alone on this bed is like asking for a divorce."

"oh my god hyunjin, you're so dramatic."

despite the annoyance on your face, your heart is fluttering. you love it when he gets pouty, it's an opportunity to smother him with extra affection. he knows you secretly love it too.

"come to bed, pretty," hyunjin mumbles, making grabby hands.

"okay, okay i will," you chuckle, climbing back into bed.

he smiles, looking at you with hearts in his eyes — adores it when you're only clad in his shirt, adores the way it settles on your thighs, how exceptionally adorable it makes you look. he lets you nuzzle your head into his neck, doesn't mind the way your hair tickles. gentle fingers thread to your locks, and he kisses your forehead in a way that makes you feel like a high school girl crushing on the infamous prince all over again. you sigh in content. love confessions slip past his rose tinted lips, a series of "so pretty," "the most darling," and "love you so much."

"what'd you cook, my love? could hear you going to war with the spatula all the way from the bed," you playfully smack his arm at the remark.

"just pancakes. made hot chocolate too."

hyunjin hums, glancing at the platter on the nighstand, "want me to feed you?"

"yes please."

the rest of the day is filled with cuddles in bed, and lots of chaste kisses in between.

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[bunviie]

proving a point ღ

pairing ⋆ღ‧₊˚ gojo x black!reader

synopsis ⋆·˚ ༘ * reader gets upset over a few comments from her students and decides to prove a point by sucking off her boyfriend! 3

content ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ oral (male receiving), cum eating, exhibitionism, established relationship

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ღ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡�� ࣪ ִֶָ☾.˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

nighttime critters sing annoying chants, thumping into the glass windows occasionally. you stomp your way along the jujutsu high halls. shoes tapping down onto the floorboards, the echo bouncing from wall to wall as you power-walked to your boyfriend’s classroom.

you slide the doors open and there he is. gojo sits at his desk, the surface mildly covered in mini gift bags. the soft pastel colors are decorated with cutely stamped logos. you deduce that they are sweet treats. he’s in the process of stuffing his cheeks full with a dessert when the door flies open.

startled by the abrupt entrance, gojo flinches and drops his cream-pasted rice cake. it leaves residue in the corners of his mouth but your expression relents.

you walk up to his desk, still in a rushed pace when you drop to your knees, hands already adjusting the elastic in his waistband so that it's down to his ankles. gojo is still in mild shock when he cleans his face, eyes flickering from his treats, to you and to his crotch that slowly begins to harden. it was only when you grabbed the base of his cock did he reach out and hold onto your wrist. the action doesn't stop you though. you used your other hand to occupy and— and gojo grabbed onto that one as well. he left both of your arms suspended in the air, holding them up high above your head. this makes you stare up at him and gojo instantly melts.

“what's going on? what's wrong?!” he asks, worried undertones can be sensed. 

you look away, pouty and all huffed up. your chest heaving up and down, reluctant to go back to its usual state. your eyes are doing that ‘zig-zag’ thing. left and right, up and down and gojo just knows your mind isn't here. 

“who upset you?” he uses his free hand to direct your focus at him and even then, your eyes have yet to meet his.

the question only riles you up more and your boyfriend lowers your arms to console you. he holds your hand and pulls you up to sit in his lap. his arms laced around you promptly.  his face inches from yours as he studies yours some more. his gaze practically burned holes in the sides of your face. slightly uncomfortable from his staring, you tried your way out of his grip. you don't even know why you even attempted. your weight falls back down onto his body effortlessly. skirt riding up with your shirt pulled out of it, more wrinkled than before. your legs were slightly spread, his own separating yours further apart. arms locking themselves back around your middle. he has you in his hold and you just know he won't let up. 

“i was teaching a class..” you start.

“mhm..” the tips of gojo’s fingers grazed your skin, the contact right away causing goosebumps. “and these…students…” your words leave you shakily. 

“yeah?”

“they made a few smart..remarks.”

“like what?” he responds blankly, his mouth leaving tiny spots of saliva along your neck and shoulder blade.

your face scowls as you recall it.

you stood in front of the classroom. it's noisy and growing more chaotic by the second. students were doing their own thing and didn't show an ounce of consideration or respect for the adult in the room..that is you. they didn't listen, they didn't want to. your warningful words fell on death’s ears.

“as a sorcerer, having complete control over your d–”

you were interrupted by a loud thud. a teen falling on the floor ensues boisterous laughter from everyone, from tipping back in a chair. you ignore it and try to get back to what you were saying.

“...domain will benefit you highly on the battlefield. it gives you the chance to– hey, can everyone focus up here please?”

the students are well preoccupied with their phones, giggling and shoving screens in each other's faces while keeping their loud chatter at great volume.

“you know what, if you guys don't care about saving lives, then why are you here?” you had reached your limit, finally garnering some attention. your question earns you snickers.

“calm down, we’re all paying attention,” a girl stands up

“what's wrong with her ass?”

taking in a deep breath, your arms fall to the side. “you guys are wasting my time. that's all.”

“it's not like you have somewhere better to be right now,”

“no you guys, i think she has a husband or somethin’, maybe she wants to go home.”

“husband? where?”

“it can't be true,”

“probably tryna get some lovin,”

“i don't think she’s getting any at home yall,”

“cause there is none at home.”

“find a link up or something, miss,”

“basically that i don't get dicked down at home.” you simply say. snapping back to the present. feeling the irritation intensify all over again. gojo laughs, covering his mouth in the process. you stare back at him and roll your eyes but he keeps laughing. his dick hits your knee occasionally from the joyful movements.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. but, what?” he laughs some more. you sit there and feel stupid for even bringing it up. 

it takes another moment for gojo to calm down, and when he does, he places his hand on your back. “so was that what that was? you were trying to prove a point?” you sense his gaze and his annoyingly charming grin.

“well get to it then,” he suddenly says, swinging his arms behind his head.

at his request…you suddenly no longer needed to prove a point to anybody. the order given makes you feel self-aware. especially with his soft longing eyes that followed your every move. you sit in his lap, hesitant about whether you want to do this or not and gojo senses your reluctantness. hand coming down from his head to hold onto your cheek, leading your lips to his. you can taste the sweet substance from what he ate earlier. he pulls away slowly, eyes dropping from yours to your lips and down to your chest and you feel your air caught up in your throat. and to further raise your blood pressure, his hands cling to the buttons on your blouse, unbuttoning them, his gaze returning to your face while he leaves your tits to sit up perfectly on your chest. you had started to sweat, face sticky and somehow you already looked a mess when all he did was kiss you. gojo smirks and scoots further down his chair. not wanting to fall from his new position, you catch yourself and stand up on your feet. ogling at his manspreading figure, you slowly got back down to your knees and in between his legs as you were before. face to face with his still-hardening erection. feeling shy from his watchful stare, your dainty hand settles once again to the base of his cock. beginning at a slow pace, it moves up and down, not able to reach his tip in this state as his dick was always a two-hands job.

“don't forget to get it all wet,” he speaks softly to you, though in a more teasing matter. he sits comfortably above you, grabbing the dessert he dropped earlier to eat the rest of it.

this man. 

your eyes don't pay any mind to him though, just at the task at hand. you get closer and hover your mouth over his tip. gojo flinches from feeling your breath. he must be sensitive. it's leaking and growing puffier by the second. this reaction only boosts your confidence. happily knowing that you had such an effect on him, to torment him further, you gradually fixed your mouth atop his shaft. stopping your movements prematurely to sweep your hair to one side of your neck, giving your horny boyfriend an eyeful of it and your chest. he audibly curses to himself and finds his stuttering hips bucking the air. you smile knowingly and slide your warm lips down his cock. deciding to deep-throat him early on. you didn't want to tease him any further as that would only result in you missing a few days of work.

your mouth attempts to engulf his being, yet you fail miserably. his length is warm in your mouth and your mouth doesn't make it any better. gojo visibly shudders when you insert him into your mouth. body jolting from the sensation that is the inside of your soft plump cheeks. you rub him against them before ultimately pulling away, licking from his base up, your gentle eyes stare up at him and something just stirs up inside him. you smile tauntingly, swallowing him whole on your second go.

you gag, you choke, bobbing your head and putting in the work of pleasing your man. drool escapes your mouth and drips onto your breasts and down to your thighs. tears had welled up and fell past your cheeks, smudging and building up the ruined makeup look around your eyes. your baby hairs that were efficiently laid now stood up, appearing frazzled from the sweat forming on your face. how you were already this messy is an answer you do not have.  your hands operated simultaneously in the out-of-reach areas. your spit aids you wonderfully as a lubricant. your tongue flicks and sips at his slit, ensuing loud moans from gojo. 

your eyes glance up at him quickly, squeezing your thighs together at the sight. he had completely abandoned his treats. head thrown back and beautiful deep plethoras of your name slips out of his mouth. his mouth opened ever so slightly every time your lips popped off of his raging erection. sweat trickled down his face as well, feeling the heat as you noticed that at some point of this all, he had taken the time to unbutton his shirt, letting both sides fall respectively to his sides to reveal his heavenly sculptured body. you can practically feel yourself drool some more. tempted to run your hands over his tempered abs.

his fists grip the edge of the desk, beginning to thrust his shaft further back into your mouth. your eyes fluttered between opened and closed. feeling him reach that far back has happened before but it still surprises you. slurping and other obscene sounds of you sucking got distinctly louder by the second. you had almost forgotten that you were still at school. the classroom doors remained open and so did the windows, allowing any bypassers to witness such lewd acts. the thought unfortunately turned you on more. gosh, how were you so shameless?

the tight hold on the desk turned into inconsistent banging, alarming you with just how loud you two were. though, gojo didn't seem to care either. his body jolts again and he tells you he’s nearing his end. you want to acknowledge this but aren't able to as gojo stands up from his seat and thrusts deeper into your mouth, holding you by your head as he stuffs your face full of his cock. your hands helplessly find their way to his thighs, holding onto them tightly. he mutters an excess amount of curses. saying how cute you look with your teary eyes and full lips wrapped around him. he praises you for it too.

“god, do you know what you do to me?” he asks, breathless.

you want to nod or shake your head but you still aren't able to seeing as your boyfriend has complete control. “ah, right. i'm sorry. you can't answer that right now,” he chuckles. feeling a little silly from his question.

he smiles down at you and uses his unoccupied hand to caress your cheek and release in your mouth. it startles you and you choke on his seed that slid down your throat. his smile only grew wider at the sight. sighing out a breath he seemed to have been holding onto and sits back down in his chair. you, catch your breath. your finger comes up to scoop the remaining substance from the corners of your lips, and into your mouth to suck on.

with a tattooed smile still on his face, gojo pulls you up back into his lap.

“you know i have been thinking..”

“mhm..?” you hum mindlessly, hands subconsciously coming up to your throat.

“maybe i haven't been doing my best. i mean, since those students seem to feel that way. i must not have been doing a good job at pleasuring you,” he wears a wicked smirk. your eyebrows quirked up, confused about what he was running on about. his fingers further ride up your skirt. bunching it all up to your waist where he grips your underwear. “also, aren't you the one who took so long to suck me off? i felt tormented.” he dramatizes and your cheeks go hot at the realization.

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it's a beautiful day. the sun is beaming and the birds are singing. your class of students sat and walked around idly on the field, awaiting you.

fortunately for them, they spot you descending the stairs to the field with sensei gojo by your side. you appeared to look a little untidy and your legs looked wobbly. they begin to murmur around, utterly bewildered by the sight. 

“ms. l/n, is gojo sensei joining today?

“class started forty-two minutes ago, you know,”

“did something happen?”

your students throw you questions left and right however, your mind is far from hearing them. your attention is on gojo’s hand, his hand that’s on your lower back, and his lips that whisper sinful nothings into your ear. your thighs clamped together, mind going back to earlier this morning. gojo kisses your cheek and walks up to the students, hands behind his back. ensuing a group of gasps and whispers.

“you with the funny-looking hair, what one of the main benefits of a simple domain?” he shoots a question.

the student stumbles over her words. “it allows you to control time when you’re in battle.”

gojo’s face scrunches up, blinking a few times at the girl’s response. “no. you, can you use your cursed technique inside of a domain?” he asks someone else

“no you can't, you’d be completely out of control,” the student answers confidently. gojo just stares blankly out of amazement.

“wrong and you all would know this if you guys weren't so interested in me and my girlfriend’s sex life. now honestly, none of you would survive on the battlefield, and that's me just encouraging you. so how about we all mind our business and focus on exercising some spirits, huh?” 

the students are loss for words, probably from embarrassment. you almost let out a laugh from your lover’s antics when you felt his semen leak out of you. out of response, your body leans forward and you clamp your thighs together harder. slowly starting to regret letting gojo leave your cunt stuffed with his cum.

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[shaisuki]

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SATORU.

｡‧˚ʚ content warnings ɞ˚‧｡─── use of "chan" excessively, food play, finger licking, dry humping, thigh riding.

｡‧˚ʚ notes ɞ˚‧｡ a late birthday fic for our strongest sorcerer and dedicated for @plush-journal.

ᝰ.ᐟ it looks he could pair his birthday cake you baked for him and you. he's on a treat and is looking for more birthdays to come.

“happy birthday, satoru.”

his thumb and index finger meet to pinch the hem of his blindfold before raising it to take a peek. one of his blue eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky. the shimmering getting more prominent as he sees you. his girlfriend in front of him, holding his birthday cake.

he smiles. that soft, boyish smile without the playful and teasing that he always sports wether it was to annoy or make fun of others. it warm and sincere. his pinkish lips curled up into a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

gojo places back his blindfold in its proper place. straightening his posture in his chair. “come here, baby~.” he calls you and placing yourself in his lap and gojo immediately latches in to you. his slender arms locking around your soft middle. patting your tummy in a rhythm for his amusement and his jaw resting in your shoulder.

“make a wish, 'toru.” glancing at him before going back to see the fire dancing at the wick of his birthday candle. nothing too fancy about the cake. covered with white icing and the frosting the same color. sliced strawberries place between the dotted frosting. chocolate syrup glazed in the sides and the center is written with happy birthday and his name. clearly homemade and gojo appreciate the effort. it's hard to come by these days.

blowing the candle, gojo smiles after the fire was extinguished. the smoke slowly dissipating in the air and you kissed his cheek. muttering a quick greeting. “happy birthday, satoru.” placing the cake in the table to meet his gaze. blindfold already discarded.

“did you make the cake?” he asks. “yeah. i just want to do something for your birthday since you don't celebrate it.” gojo chuckles. blowing raspberries to your chubby cheeks in which made you giggle. “celebrate, huh? nuzzling his cheek to yours. in a deep thought. it had been years since he celebrated with the people he trusts and after that, his birthdays for him are another regular day with the exception of his students birthdays and yours. he made sure he goes the extra mile to give them a memorable celebration. it would be a surprising for someone to know he doesn't celebrate his birthday considering his birth tipped the balance of the world. there's nothing worth of celebrating that, he thinks.

“it's your day, satoru. you can do whatever your heart desires.” you say softly to him. running your fingers in his white hair. “would it be wrong if it's you i desire?” your face burned in embarrassment. flustered at his suggestion. his smirk getting bigger as he sees you getting flustered. his grip on your wide hips tightens. pulling you closer to prevent you from getting up. “t—there's nothing wrong about that, 'toru. it's just we're here. anyone could walk in.” squirming at his lap while you tried to push him away. his face getting closer with that huge shit-eating plastered in his face.

“anyways, i-i should get us a plate and a fork.” you attempted to get up but you were planted firmly in his lap while trying to avoid the impending embarrassment creeping up on you. “no need. feed me with your hand (y/n)-chan~” he requested and who are you deny him. it's his birthday.

“okay.” your eyes scanning the cake until you settled in picking up the plump strawberry resting in the top of the cake, coated with cream and you faced him. “here you go, satoru.” his lips parting before taking a bite of the fruit. humming in delight as he tasted the sweetness of the fruit. he takes a bite again, eating the remaining and before you could take another piece of the toppings in his cake. he holds your wrist. your fingers covered in juices of the fruit and before you could take your hand back, he takes a lick of it. his tongue wide, swiping the remnants of the fruit from your cute, chubby fingers. “satoru....” you muttered. he didn't even break eye contact with you. maintaining it and the action's hot.

you uncomfortably shift in his lap. “it's my turn, baby.” you remained stunned from his deed. you didn't even feel him smearing the cream in your cheek before offering you a piece of the sliced strawberry. “let me feed you, (y/n)-chan~” you look at him before taking a bite. nibbling on the goodness the fruit have to offer.

he thinks he could cum in his pants just by looking at you eat. it always does but nothing beats this sight — so innocent and adoring in his eyes. watch as your soft lips move as you chew. the cream smeared in your round cheek and fuck, you look appetizing. seeing you enjoy and relish on the taste. he wants some too.

“i want to taste that too, baby.” before you could even protest his lips is in yours. nibbling your lower lip. a permission to grant him entrance in which you did. although a little hesitant cause you didn't even manage to swallow the remaining bits and his tongue is already making home inside your mouth. swirling and exploring every part of it. you swear you could hear him groaning. his hand on your lower back while the others in the back of your head. deepening the kiss to taste all of you.

your hips unconsciously grinding in his thigh causing a moan to slip from you. sparks of the familiar excitement running in your veins and the wetness dampening your panties.

he's the first to break the kiss. softly moaning and licking the corner of his lips. “tasty and oops— you have a stain in your cheek, (y/n)-chan. let me clean it for you.” and his mouth is already in your cheek. engulfing it with his lips before sucking on it. tongue swiping in the expanse of your skin. when he was done, his saliva connects to his lips and to your cheek. “all clean now!” he exclaims and his deft, nimble fingers is already unbuttoning the buttons of your cardigan. pulling it away in a quick motion from you. leaving you in your low cut, puff-sleeved dress. “you won't mind if i eat my cake, do you?” you shake your head. thinking he was finished with you but you didn't see it coming when he took a chunk of the cake you baked for him. his palm covered with the soft crumbs and the frosting before he smudged it to your chest.

“thanks for the food.” he says before diving in. face buried to your chest while his tongue do all the work in cleaning you up. he happily laps it all. your natural taste and scent infused with the warm goodness of the confection you made for him just send him off at the highest part of heaven. he feels you too. warm and ready. your warm pussy in his thigh moving back and forth. gojo smirks. he sure could help you while he feasts on you.

he wraps his arm around you, resting in your lower back and the other gripping your plush ass. assisting you to grind your hips harder to his thigh and he was rewarded with the sweetest moans he could ever hear.

“satoru~....” you moaned out. your thick thighs trapping his own muscular thigh while you ride him. your body hot. your insides shaking the more you move and slow build of your release is already making its progress.

your fingers finding refuge in his soft, white lock. tangling your fingers and the occasional grip you pull his hair when the delicious friction of your clit meeting his thigh. you wouldn't last long not when he moves your hips, not when you can hear the noise of his satisfied moans and groans while he happily licks the cream out of you.

and when the final roll of your hips and a forceful tug of his hair, you came undone. your soft, voluptuous thighs shake from the orgasm you had. panting softly as you try yourself to get back to your own breathing.

at that moment he finished eating the frosting he just had smudged to you. a more than satisfied smile etched in his lips. his blue eyes filled with sincerity and enjoyment of the tasting. you're just that addicting to him.

“happy?”

“more than happy.” he says, tugging the sleeve of your dress. licking his lips at the anticipation of you being fully bare in front of him with cream covering you. he looks at you like a madman combined with a child high in sugar. his blue eyes losing it's usual glimmer and turning it into one of a full blown lust. dark and seductive. opposite in what he can see in your own eyes. “don't think i'm done with you. i still need to satisfy myself and you will help me, i need you for myself.” he chuckles. completely removing your clothing and it pools in your waist. your stomach with its rolls that made his mouth water, is bare for his eyes to feast.

“i'm not still finished in eating you up.” he warns you and you reminded yourself that you still need to be sane after he fucked you dumb.

#ᝰ.ᐟ shai's drabbles #jujutsu kaisen #chubby reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jujutsu kaise x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x chubby reader #anime x chubby reader

[aiyaxs]

"SKYLIGHT." - bestfriend! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friend's with benefit's.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: smut, dribbles of angst.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: dysphoria (dacryphilia), hair pulling, p⇒v, jealousy, oral! sex (f! and m! receiving), spanking, tit play, mentions of insecurity, fingering, bondage.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: tbh, i hade the idea of you being insecure abt yourself so he fucked them out of you. <3 happy new year's btw.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: ....?

it all started when you were hanging out at his house, laughing and talking, until out of nowhere, you asked him a question,

"do you think i'm too... big?" i mean, he had to give it to you, you DID have some nicely sized tits, and some wide thighs, and maybe even a slapable ass. he loved it, was he gonna ever tell you, no.

"of course not?" he was pretty open-minded with his answer, and confident, but did that stop you from doubting your insecurities, no. you and him, yes, had feeling for each other, that were very minor, yet very mild. so, you briefly just said,

"mind fucking my insecurities out, satoru?" he just went absolutely silent, not moving a singular muscle, making his own arm muscles show off briefly in his compression shirt, making you blush, just a tiny bit. but then, he looked towards you, stood up and walked towards you.

which led to now...

you were stripping, for him. bra off, panties off, and he loved the sight before him, you had nicely sized tits, and a nice, yet soaking yet clit. but, he first drove straight to your tits, kissing in between them, then suckling and licking on your nipples, he loved how solid they were as the cold air kept blowing on them, right after satoru pulled away to catch breathe, every single time.

"so so pretty.." his eyes almost had near sparkles in him as he looked at your nipples, soaking in his saliva, then looking down at your pussy, soaking wet, dripping of pre-cum, he had to get a taste.

so, he went right in there, lapping his tongue, kissing the flesh with his lips, god even rubbing his nose on the pearl of your pussy,

"aww, is darlin' gonna cry because she's getting licked at?" he pleaded, his tongue lapping faster and faster on your pussy, making you form in-coherent sentences, making you pull and yank at his white precious locks. but the most formable sentence was,

"g-gonna, gonna cummm!" and you cummed right in his mouth, spilling all over his face even, and he went berserk for it. he got away from in between your thighs and slammed your face into the bed sheets, your ass glistening up in the air, making it look so bruise-able in his eyes, so he spanked you, continuously until your ass was damn near actual bruises were visible.

he was taking his shirt, pants and his boxers off, making his huge dick spring out, pumping veiny and hard. you were drooling. but before slamming his dick in, he had to give you some pleasure containing his girthy, think, pumpable fingers, right? yes.

so he slammed his fingers in instead, pumping them at a slow to in-humanly fast out of your self. you were covering your mouth, thinking about how good that would feel if it were his cock, after some minutes, you cummed on his fingers bad. that's when he got to the real thing, pumping his cock in and out of you.

so he lined his dick up with your entrance, and then thrusting it in so un-expectantly fast that you screamed, tear welling up in your eyes, so he thought no better than gagging and blindfolding you, right?

he was hitting you from behind, while your eyes were blindfolded, your mouth being muffled by a gag, you leaned your head back in ecstasy. he didn't care he was going so so fast, he cared about fucking you right. he wanted you to milk his cock dry.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading! reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

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[eclectiaa]

Like a Movie (ft. Diluc Ragvindr x Fem!Reader)

Note: This turned out longer than expected, though it isn't long by any stretch. I've been having a craving to write for Diluc for a while now, so I'm glad I finally could! Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Content: In which Diluc hires you to 'play' his girlfriend.

The first time you met Diluc Radvindr, you fell for him immediately...

Hotel Debord's grand Mondstadt opening was an unmistakable success. The ballroom was transformed into a lavish party space, complete with an endless array of gourmet food under the sparkling chandeliers. Diluc Ragvindr stood in one corner, brows furrowed as he watched his father attempt to introduce him to yet another socialite. Crepus was all smiles, but Diluc could see the desperation in his eyes as he tried to play matchmaker. It didn't help when one party—your own son, no less—was so unwilling.

The latest candidate sipped on her cocktail and giggled at every word, making Diluc want a very long drink from his own glass—anything to drown out the noise of the party tonight.

"Excuse me," he said after finishing the rest of his cider in one go. "I need to refill my drink."

He snuck off for the bar before Crepus could protest.

It was just another typical night for the scion, but the same could not be said for you. An influencer friend had dragged you here tonight. As she grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel out of your element.

You were out of your element in these fancy clothes... among these elite guests. This was compounded further after your friend effectively abandoned you, giggling along to a black-haired musician the last time you saw her.

Before you could call it a night, a man with slicked-back hair and a lingering gaze approached you. It wasn't long till he was making inappropriate comments. When you finally put your foot down, he refused to take no for an answer. Now you were pissed, scene be damned.

"Can't you see she's not interested?"

Except a voice behind you spooked the guy straight. "M-Mr. Ragvindr—"

"Scram."

The man didn't need to be told twice, walking away without even looking in your direction.

"...I could have handled that, you know," you found yourself saying. Was it too much liquid courage?

"You looked like you were handling it great."

That snarky tone did nothing for your mood. You whirl around, a retort on your lips, only to come face-to-face with sharp golden eyes and fiery red hair. It was packed, sure, but you hadn't realized how close he was. Flustered by the sudden proximity to the unfairly handsome man, you took an unsteady step back.

Except your ankles caught on your flowing dress hem, and you tipped backward with a yelp.

The man reacted on instinct. His arms locked around your waist, yanking you tight toward his chest. Your relieved gasp rang in his ears, and Diluc Ragvindr looked down at you, regarding you with unveiled amusement lurking in his gaze.

"Just like you handled that."

"You—"

"Diluc!" Crepus's jovial voice boomed. "I've been looking for you—"

He stopped short, eyes blowing wide at the sight of his reclusive son wrapped intimately around a dazzling young lady. A wicked grin spread over his face as he clapped. "Well, well! What do we have here? You should have just said that you had someone! I have to tell your mother."

"Wait—" Except his father was long gone. The red-haired man felt an ache in his temples. Then he locked eyes with you, still snug in his arms. "...Great."

The second time you met Diluc Ragvindr, he proposed...

"We have to stop meeting like this."

Strong hands caught your shoulders, steadying you after you smacked right into a broad chest turning the corner. You look up, an apology on your lips, only to meet the intensely golden eyes and blazing red hair from your incident at Hotel Debord.

"What, are you stalking me?"

Diluc looked mildly offended. "No," he offered placidly, gesturing to the burly men who had stopped a little ways from you. "But they might be."

"Shit."

In your reunion, you'd forgotten about your father's debt collectors following you down the street. You'd been dodging their calls for a while. It wasn't your gambling habit, after all.

"We've gotta—" You looked up at the handsome man urgently, but he simply waved at the collectors. It was funny; they looked as confused as you were.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

"What are you—" you started to hiss. You didn't know who this rich boy was, but he was about to get robbed. Except with a few biting words, mysterious bodyguards, and a flash of cash, he sent them packing.

"Now..." he surveyed you for a moment, and you shivered under his gaze. The frigid November air didn't help either. "How about some coffee?"

The third time you met Diluc Radgvindr, you went steady...

"I'll do it."

You felt like you'd signed a deal with the devil with how his lips curled up in a smirk. He was a handsome one, though. "I knew you'd come around."

"You had no way of knowing that," you countered, shifting uncomfortably. You weren't that easy to read.

Diluc leaned back in his Herman Miller office chair, regarding you with a hint of amusement. "So we're in agreement—you pretend to be my devoted girlfriend for, say...six months. In return, I'll take care of your father's debt in full."

You frowned, shifting awkwardly as you stood in front of him. "Just a few fancy parties and smiling for some photos? That's all?"

"I may also require your company for the occasional business dinner." His gaze turned wry. "But I promise to make them more exciting than they sound."

Your thoughts spun over the security his offer provided. With a bracing breath, you lifted your chin. "Okay, Mr. Ragnvindr, you've got yourself a deal." You extended a hand to seal the deal, unable not to add a playful, "Though I'll still expect proper compensation for putting up with your undoubtedly high-maintenance self."

His much larger hand engulfed yours, palm pleasantly warm. "I would expect nothing less." His intense golden eyes glinted. "I look forward to...getting to know you better, Miss [Last Name]."

In the first month, you met his parents...

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady your nerves as Diluc's flashy sports car glided through the grand entrance of Ragvindr Manor. As he confidently strode up the marble steps, you couldn't help but feel a knot form in your stomach at the thought of meeting his parents—Crepus and Celia. You, a girl from nowhere, suddenly dating their only son? It was hard not to tremble at the thought.

Except they embraced you warmly. They were all bright smiles, and you could see genuine joy in their eyes as they welcomed you—the first girl brought home by their usually distant son—and felt a wave of guilt. You were lying to them. This was all pretend.

As the warm tea poured into your cup, Crepus's boisterous laughter echoed through the room. The jovial atmosphere eased the tension caused by Diluc's usually brooding demeanor.

Afterward, you joined Celia in arranging colorful roses, her gentle touch and encouraging words wounding your heart. "It's been so long since I've seen my son smile so freely," she said with a tender pat on your hand.

Under the moon's soft glow, Diluc drove you home in his sleek car, his usually stoic face now adorned with a small but genuine smile thanks to his parents' joy.

And as your heart fluttered at the thought of being able to make him smile like that, you realized you could definitely get used to it.

In the second month, you went on a festival date...

Warm light radiated from the delicate paper lanterns that hung above, gently swaying in the breeze as you and Diluc strolled hand-in-hand through the lively Windblume festival grounds. You couldn't help but notice the faint click of cameras in your peripheral, capturing every moment of your public outing with Diluc Ragvindr, the elusive scion.

When he suggested this 'date' to publicly confirm your new relationship status, you never expected him to actually win you an entire array of festival prizes at the game stalls!

"Who knew you were such a marksman?" you teased, hefting the oversized dragon plushie he had shot down for you.

Diluc smirked, guiding you toward the towering Ferris wheel shining in the dusk. "I'm a man of many skills."

You quirked a brow. "Humble, aren't we?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he glanced at you with a mischievous twinkle in his golden eyes. "Go ahead, take in the view," he said, scooting closer to you on the bench as the Ferris wheel began to ascend. The lights of the fairgrounds below created a magical backdrop as you shared this intimate moment at what felt like the top of the world.

In the third month, you went to a party...

The sound of champagne flutes clinking echoed throughout the grand ballroom as the glittering chandelier above cast a warm golden glow on the guests. Diluc expertly weaved you through the sea of people, introducing you to important figures along the way, hand always comfortingly on the small of your back. Your heart pounded with nerves as you tried to make a good impression at their group's prestigious annual charity gala.

When a hand landed on your shoulder, you turned to meet a single icy blue eye glinting with mischief.

"Well, aren't you a vision," Kaeya Alberich purred, oozing so much overblown charm it made you snort. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of his best friend. He hadn't been made privy to the 'contract' after all. You ignored the uncomfortable pinch in your chest at the thought of the fast-expiring arrangement.

The navy-haired man brushed an exaggerated kiss to your knuckles while waggling his eyebrows at his friend. "Care to ditch tall, glowering, and angry over there for a spin around the dance floor with me instead?"

Behind you, unseen, Diluc had gone utterly still, eyes promising murder on his infuriating childhood friend. Kaeya just smirked.

"Another time, perhaps," you giggled. "Who knows what tall, glowering, and angry will do if ditched."

"Very funny," Diluc muttered sardonically, taking the half-empty flute from your hand and putting it on a waiter's tray. Then he held out his hand. "Let's go."

You danced until you could barely stand the next morning.

In the fourth month, you faced reality...

You sat on the bed of his penthouse apartment, staring numbly at your phone. The tabloid headlines screaming gold digger and sugar baby occupied every newsstand in the city.

You wanted to sink into a hole and never come up. Hot tears blurred your vision as you imagined the disappointment on his parents' faces. They must have seen the fabricated quotes that painted you as after Diluc's—their—money by now. You knew exactly who was behind it—all for a quick payout to momentarily escape his crushing debts, no doubt.

You felt a comforting pressure on your shoulder as Diluc's strong hand grasped it. His expression was fierce as he locked eyes with you, his anger evident on your behalf. "Don't let these filthy rags bother you," he said, determination burning in his voice. "Everyone who knows you—everyone who matters—knows these are lies. I'll make sure the truth comes out, I promise."

You nodded, grateful for his reassurance. Yet, you still felt the claws of humiliation and self-doubt trying to drag you down. "I just... it reminds me of how little I belong, you know... in your world."

Fingertips tenderly tilted your chin back up. Diluc's golden eyes shone with empathy. "My world's not all that it's cracked up to be." He brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek, touch lingering. "It can be incredibly lonely."

His thumb grazed your skin, and you shuddered out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You found yourself leaning into his touch, seeking solace in his presence. Diluc's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace that felt like a fortress against the chaos outside.

All that mattered was the two of you, entwined in a world of your own making. His body pressed against yours, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume every ounce of doubt and fear.

In the fifth month, you got away...

Seeking solace from the public eye after tabloid turmoil, Diluc surprised you by whisking you away to his family's secluded mountain cottage.

As your sports car raced down the forest highway, unease knotted in your gut. There was only one month left on your initial arrangement. This trip felt like Diluc's farewell gift to polish off your fake relationship before politely departing your life. You swallowed hard against the ache forming at the thought. You had realized your own feelings too late.

Diluc's smile slipped as he guided you inside the quaint cabin, misreading your quiet melancholy as lingering upset over media lies. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight—it was his fault.

At first, you had quiet conversations centered around books plucked from the shelves or playful debates on recipes to try. Still, an undercurrent changed every glance, every subtle brush of fingers reaching for the same log by the fireplace.

One moonlit night, as you sipped wine, Diluc's gaze lingered on you over the rim of his glass. Golden eyes burned with intent that stole your breath.

"Thank you for staying by my side..." A calloused fingertip traced delicate lines down your wrist. "It's meant more than you know."

You felt your heart flutter at Diluc's words, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The crackling fire and the subtle glow of candlelight created an atmosphere that seemed to amplify the growing tension between you. The air hung heavy with unspoken desires, the weight of emotions threatening to spill over.

Then, it all came crashing down. "So, for this week at least, let's... try to forget and enjoy the peace."

He simply meant the tabloids, but to you, it sounded like goodbye.

In the sixth month...

Every day felt a little harder to breathe than the last. The end was coming, you knew, but it was hard not to savor every little moment that you could with him.

As you strolled through the upscale department store, your heels clicked against the marble flooring. You were waiting for him, hoping to make this final "date" here memorable. However, as you turned a corner, the sound of a high-pitched laugh caught your attention.

In the far corner of the room stood a familiar socialite, her perfectly coiffed hair and designer outfit drawing all eyes to her. She had always been openly interested in Diluc, not caring about his relationship status. Your heart sank as you watched them interact from afar, knowing it would soon be over between you and him.

He stood with his back turned to you, and as you approached, you could see a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Delicate fingers adorned with perfectly manicured nails rested lightly on his broad shoulder, and she tilted her head up to meet his gaze with a practiced air of charm.

You stopped in your tracks, your throat constricting at the sight. Dressed impeccably in an elegant outfit and sporting flowing blonde locks, she exuded a sense of effortless sophistication that made you feel completely outclassed. Your eyes met hers, a piercing shade of grey, and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by her presence next to Diluc.

With a quick pivot, you rushed down the busy streets without looking back.

Eventually, your phone started vibrating incessantly in your pocket. The texts piled up, each one asking if you were okay and why you missed your scheduled meeting. You finally responded with a brief lie, claiming that you were sick and slept through the appointment.

You didn't know how to face him.

You didn't know, but you knew that you had to.

It was with this resolution that you made your way to his office. They were familiar with you by now and waved you up to the elevators. To your surprise, you met familiar grey eyes as the doors reopened on Diluc's floor.

She sneered unpleasantly, "It's you." She sounded unimpressed. "Well, enjoy yourself until moving on to the next one, I guess."

It rubbed you the wrong way, but the fury at the multitude of tabloid headlines came rushing out at once. "You don't know anything!" you snapped. "I love him!"

"...What?"

Your head snapped to the side as you heard footsteps approaching. Diluc and his father, Crepus, stood in front of you. You didn't even register their expression as a mix of fear and embarrassment washed over you. You turned to run away, but Diluc easily caught up to you by the stairwell.

With a sudden jerk, he took hold of your wrist, his fingers closing tightly around your skin. He pulled you close, his body pressed against yours, and his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate and fiery kiss. Your heart raced as sparks shot through your body, leaving you breathless. The moment's intensity overwhelmed you, and all you could do was lose yourself in his powerful embrace.

...you found forever.

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[kuroosdarling]

cw: just riding akaashi’s thigh tbh

a/n: MDNI! been down bad for this man for too long not to have any thirsts for him !! akaashi deserves more love <3

akaashi’s hands trail up your legs, his nimble fingers teasingly rub circles along your soft skin. he couldn’t help but dig his fingers into your plush thighs, hastily pulling you up onto his lap. seated prettily, he carefully guides you so your clothed cunt is pressed onto the meat of his thigh. the noise of surprise you let out makes his head dizzy, feeling lightheaded with his thoughts fixated on you and your pleasure. his head dips down so his lips press into the crook of your neck, giving it sloppy open-mouthed kisses while he slowly begins to move you against him.

the feeble mewls you let out causes something deep inside of him to stir. needing more, his lips graze up along your neck, falling into place by your ear where he whispers the sweetest sins to you. the action causes his glasses to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, but he couldn’t care about that right now. not when you were crying out for him as your clit pressed deliciously on his flexed thigh. both of his hands fully grip onto your hips, affectionally rubbing soothing circles against them as he drives you to your high.

he can feel how wet you are, the small wet patch forming on his sweats has him salivating. needing to come into contact with you, he crashes his lips against yours, speeding up your movements against him as you chase your high. his tongue swirls against yours, the kiss so messy that drool starts to collect between the corners of your mouths.

"you're making such a mess, darling." he teased, slightly pulling back from you, still connected to you by a string of spit that refused to let go. it was impossible for him not to get hard from this, even though he was supposed to be teasing you, he was ultimately teasing himself. his aching cock pressed against his pants, begging for some sort of release as it twitches in time with each sweet noise he pulls from you. akaashi knew he had to regain some semblance of control over the situation, so he decided to strike. "as pretty as you look fucking my thigh, how about i give you what you really want, hmm?"

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[mylove-iv]

❝goddesses, he wants you in some chaste, victorian way.❞

ʚ aged up, hw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the hero of warriors catches glimpses of your skin and he’s entranced, lustfully so.

genres: romance.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

reader specifications: reader is written dressed in a silk robe and slip dress, reader is also written to have long-ish hair and uses lip rouge, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: suggestive, contains depictions of implied smut, bruising, and biting.

word count: 849 words.

author’s note: based and inspired by this post on pinterest! i’m slowly getting into writing linked universe (lu) members, so stay tuned for more!

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, apr. 2, 2023

ʚ part i ɞ | ʚ masterlist ɞ

Warriors sighs, running a hand over his face in frustration because of high society's conformities and the annoying nobles. Fake smiles, poison-drenched words, and wavering loyalties amongst the nobility had always drained him.

But as he reaches your door, a smile can't help but tug on his lips, the exhaustion in his bones evaporating at the thought of spending time with you.

He forgoes knocking, knowing that you are in your quarters and won't mind his presence. His steps are quiet and the soft smell of jasmine your room is encompassed in hits his nose in an almost wanton and sensual way that reminds him of silk and rouge.

The very same silk draped against your smooth skin and the rouge he noticed you'd sometimes apply to your kissable lips.

Warriors ignores his straying thoughts as he reaches the archway that leads to your room, silken threads tangling and hanging from the arch and his breathing nearly halts at the sight before him.

Sitting atop a creamy white vanity stool, there you were, clothed only in a silken robe, soft and smooth legs on display for Warriors.

He had never seen you in such little clothing—skin exposed for his vivid cerulean eyes to feast on—forcing Warriors to lose himself to the burning inferno within his mind.

Goddesses, how he wishes he could embrace you with no barriers of clothing in between, feeling your heartbeat hammer against his chest in a raw, wanton way.

He longed to have your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hips swaying in a sinful, lust-filled dance as he kisses and bites your saccharine lips so much your lips would blush as if you had freshly applied rouge. You'd sing sweet nothings and praises, whines and whimpers tumbling from your kiss-bitten lips from how good he'd make you feel-

Warriors' body starts to warm up, a blistering heat he could only recognize as desire flaring beneath his skin as his eyes follow and trace your every move.

Removing the hairpin that tucked your hair neatly, your h/c locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in soft waves. His hand twitches at the urge to thread his fingers through your hair before pulling gently, hoping to elicit a sound that would only feed the raging fire of want simmering within him.

Warriors closes his eyes as a means to keep the bubbling of his yearning from spilling over before he opens them once more. A grunt nearly tumbles from his lips as you gently and carefully slip your robe off your shoulders, movements slow and teasing.

You run a delicate hand through your locks before swiping your hair over your shoulder and he can't help but let out a barely audible groan tumble from his lips. It becomes apparent how much he desires you, his groan borderline sounding agonized at the sight of your bare back your silk slip dress presents to him.

The skin of your back looks so smooth and so soft and the need of bruising your hips and love handles with marks of his hands having a tight grip on the flesh of your waist becomes prevalent, growing stronger with every passing second.

The skin of your shoulders tempt him to dig his teeth into your sweet skin to leave hues of red and purple that'd stain your skin for weeks, letting the world know who you belonged to before he'd move his lips to your ear, whispering sweet nothings and the sinful things he'd do to you-

He silently groans at the rush of blood flowing through his body—goddesses was he screwed.

Just the mere sight of your bare legs and shoulders could get him going. Just a glimpse of bare skin from any part of your body can and will kill him.

You'll be the death of him. Warriors swallows thickly, eyes squeezing shut before a quiet sigh leaves his lips and he makes the decision to leave.

He turns and his body suddenly freezes, shuddering as you call out his name softly, your voice ever so soft and filled with an apparent wanton need that sent off a chain reaction within his body, want blooming into full-blown desire and lust.

It's silent and it feels like an eternity to Warriors before you murmur his name again, voice teasing and smooth as the obvious want dripping from your honeyed call of his name coaxes him into turning around.

Warriors' vivid cerulean eyes meet yours in the mirror sitting atop your vanity and his heart nearly stops, The fires of want and desire for you blazing strongly as your e/c look into his, mirroring the same carnal desire he's sure is apparent in his own eyes.

The air between you fills quickly with tension as you smile softly—teasing even—and it evokes a heated reaction from the man that he could no longer ignore and hold back.

Warriors’ legs bring him closer to you in long strides before you're encased in his strong arms, lips moving hurriedly against each other’s in desperation overflowing with a love-filled yearning and raw desire.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

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[sugarandlemonbuns]

fire & ice - chapter one of incompatibly compatible

━ in which you are one of the college's top role model students known for her excellent grades and blinding looks, but when hwang hyunjin, the new transfer student arrives, he quickly seizes your spotlight and begins to ruin your plans.

'they're incompatibly compatible.' ⎯ 2k words

pairing: hyunjinxf!reader | tags: enemies to lovers, collegeau!, use of alcohol, slow burn, fluff, angst, and smut. fashionista!mc, model!hyunjin MNI! 18+,

A/N: this is my first series, i hope you enjoy it!

contents page here

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You hear it everywhere. 

Walking down the hallways, clutching onto your bookbag, you try not to roll your eyes in irritation as you hear the slurred whispers and gossiping chatter. A few words bounce between the walls, helping you to piece out some of what they are saying. A new transfer student is arriving tomorrow afternoon. What’s the big deal? It’s not like he’s some prophet sent down from heaven to finally solve world hunger. 

That doesn’t matter to you. You’re currently Winterville’s top and most popular student, and you cannot let irrelevant gossip like this get in your way of achieving your goal. Majoring in graphic design, you wish to become someone important in the fashion industry – a well-renowned fashion designer. And nothing is going to stop you from achieving your goal, nothing. 

But what sets your head ablaze just a little bit is that for the first time since you’ve stepped foot into this college, no one’s gaze is on you. There are usually many greetings from others as if you’re their friend, or some more guys trying to shoot their shot. Sometimes there would be random people catcalling you. It’s not like you hate that no one’s paying attention to you for once, it's actually sort of nice, but it’s just weird and different. And you don’t like different. At all.

Before you know it, you reach your dorm. Taking out your keys from the front pocket of your bookbag, you twist them in the lock and walk inside, seeing your roommate Lia singing a song while elegantly playing on the keyboard.

Winterville College is known for its talented creative arts students, ranging from art students to dancers. You and Lia happen to be one of them. While she is training to become a songwriter and vocalist, you are majoring in graphic design in hopes of a competent job in the fashion industry - or even more.

‘Nice playing,’ You give a remark so she notices that you’ve arrived. Locking the door and tossing your bookbag to the side, you lie down on your bed for some relief after your tiring lecture.

‘Nice designing.’ Lia winks back, referring to the unfinished mannequin covered in scattered pieces of fabric. ‘Very… abstract.’

‘Shut up, I haven’t even started,’ You laugh, ‘And it’s due next week, I’m so screwed!’ Lia stands up from the keyboard and takes a seat next to you.

‘So, miss popular. How was today’s stampede of compliments down the hallway huh? ‘Oh! Y/n how was your day? Oh, y/n, what class did you have! Oh, y/n what-’’ You interrupt Lia by slamming a pillow on her face, causing her words to turn muffled.

‘Oh, shut up,’ You throw the pillow away and she exaggerates catching her breath, ‘I didn’t even get any of that. Which is weird, because everyone was just talking about the new transfer student. I don’t even see what the big deal is anywa-’

‘Hwang Hyunjin! The new transfer student oh my god I forgot to mention!’ Lia jumps up in excitement, pulling out her phone. 

‘Seriously? Not you too!’ You groan, taking the pillow to cover your own face this time. 

‘You’re so cold Y/N. Here, look!’ Lia pulls the pillow from your grasp to shove her phone in your face. It shows an Instagram profile of a man with over 15k followers. You take the phone from Lia’s hand and begin investigating. 

‘You follow him?’ You cock an eyebrow at your roommate and she lets out a nervous giggle before twisting your head to look back at the phone. He has a few posts. Going through them you see how perfectly flawless he looks in every photo. His burgundy hair sweeps beautifully, just enough to show some of his forehead. He has big round eyes that look like they could carry the whole world, and thick luscious lips that you can’t help but want to touch.

Looking through the comments you can see they’re filled by mostly women, sending flirty and suggestive lines. Does he even read his comment sections, it looks like he hasn’t replied to a single one. How cocky is he that he doesn’t even pay attention to his fifteen thousand fans?

‘See! He’s so good-looking!’ Lia smiles widely down at you.

‘You got a crush on him or something?’ You chuckle, only to be responded to by a deadpan face.

‘No. I’m into someone else.’

‘You’re what! Who? Why have you never told me this!’ You stand up in shock and tackle her down to the bed. She brushes you off and continues talking. 

‘Anyway… Hyunjin is from some rich family, he’s Korean, and…’

‘Hey! Tell me! Tell me!’ The two of you end up in some wrapped-up brawl on your bed saying two random unrelated topics at once until Lia breaks you two apart and stands up. 

‘I’ll tell you if you buy us ice cream right now.’ 

‘Deal.’

Two ice-creams later, she’s going on about a guy named Felix she met outside campus who is apparently a dance major, and that he asked her out on a date that’s happening tomorrow. You listen intently as she babbles on about everything, from his looks to his possible friend circles. She promises to tell you everything after the date tomorrow, and soon you both fall asleep on your bed. 

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Your most recently assigned assessment has your head aching. Each graphic designing student was to choose a season of the year – whether it was Summer or Autumn – and create a fashion piece that was both stylish and practical. You chose winter, which was probably the stupidest thing you’ve done. You wish you could turn back time, but there’s only a week left until the due date, so what are you supposed to do?

The season was currently Autumn. Of course, you made the most impractical decision.

The sun had just risen and you were walking to grab coffee for you and Lia. Reaching the local coffee store, you stared through the windows to see mountains on mountains of people in lines. Just great. It would take forever to get your coffee and you really wanted to get some part of your assessment done before your first class of the day. What was everyone doing up so early anyway? 

As you are contemplating what to do, you hear someone behind you call out your name. What the hell? Turning around, you realise it’s another one of those people who like to pretend to be your friend. You see them rushing up towards you, bringing others behind them. 

Usually, you’d make a run for it, but they’re all in your face before you know it, going off about some random gossip. You’re tuning out until you hear that same name again.

‘Hwang Hyunjin!’ You freeze and stare at the group of people, feeling intrigued.

‘Wait um, could you please repeat everything you just said again?’ You want to know what the hype about this new kid is, and how it can concern you.

Someone from the back of the group speaks up, ‘Hwang Hyunjin, the new transfer student. How do you not know?’ 

‘Yes I know…’

Another person you don’t recognise speaks up as well, ‘How do you feel?’

‘How do I feel?-’

‘Yes, how do you feel about him taking your top student spot?’

‘What?’ That comment sets your head on fire. Since you joined Winterville in freshman year you made sure to diligently work your way to the top. And after piles on piles of effort, you had it. You were the top of looks, the top in popularity, and the top student. No one has ever been close to taking that away from you. 

‘Hwang Hyunjin! He’s from the rich Hwang family. He’s bound for success, and he’s so good looking too. So, how do you feel?’ 

‘How do I feel?’ Crowds of people begin to form around you and your buried overwhelmed feelings start to take over. Your vision feels hazy and the crowds of people chattering around you start to go in and out of your ears. It feels like amplified radio static, and you want to crumble to the ground and yell at everyone. ‘No fucking way that’s going to happen.’ 

You push away from the crowds of people, breaking free and walking away. You make sure to ignore all the people trying to chase you up. Fisting your skirt and biting your lip, you walk back to the campus with no coffee in your hands. Just a strong urge to punch someone you haven’t even met. Who was this guy and what was he doing trying to take away everything you’ve worked so hard for the last three years?

What were all these lifeless and gossiping people doing with their time anyway? It was fucking 6 in the morning. And out of nowhere, you suddenly had a huge grudge over someone you’ve never even spoken to.

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Sitting in your first class of the day, you bury your head in your hands. You’re slowly drifting to sleep. Business studies was never a subject you would’ve chosen, but it’s necessary if you want to open your own fashion company one day. You never sleep in class, but all these thoughts of a random person taking your position in this college are gradually getting to your head. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to sleep in one class. You’ll definitely catch up later. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when the lecture room door swings open. Trying to remain unbothered, you dig your head into the desk, trying to go back to sleep.

‘Class!’ Your professor speaks up, almost cheerfully. Since when was he ever happy? Giving up on your sleep you raise your head to see the person who just entered the room. Oh fucking hell. ‘I’m very delighted to say that Hwang Hyunjin, the college’s new transfer student will be joining our class!’ Since when was the professor delighted? This random man just walked into the room and was changing everything just with his eyes. Did he have fucking telekinesis or something?

‘Hyunjin, this room is quite full but there must be a seat somewhere…’ You look around the room and see only a few empty seats, one of them on your right. Please don’t sit here. Please don’t sit here. Please don’t sit here. ‘Ah hah! There’s a seat right next to Miss L/N over there. Y/N, could you raise your hand?’ Shit. Of course, he had to pick the seat next to you.

You slowly raise your hand and you feel the room’s gaze on you. The class bursts into a field of whispers and you just know this will be spoken about later on.

‘Top student sitting next to top student! How perfect.’ Did he just call the new guy, a top student? He just walked in! This was the first class of the day! You hear the whispers become louder as Hyunjin makes his way to the seat next to yours, taking his delicate time. He’s practically like fire – with the same burgundy hair from his Instagram, plump lips, and glossy eyes. The way he walks is burning too. Flames are bursting in a trail of his path, and you want to roll your eyes at his vain manner. But you don’t because now he’s right next to you. 

The professor continues on with the lesson and you decide to actually pay attention now. 

‘So you’re the top student huh?’ Hyunjin cockily whispers. You turn your head from the lecture powerpoint to face the boy next to you.

‘Excuse me?’ You raise an eyebrow at his tone, fighting the urge to punch his perfect face.

‘You heard me,’ His attitude is just as you imagined. You’re slightly happy because it gives you a reason to dislike him. ‘I’ve been hearing it all around. You’re the top student, and I’m going to be taking your spot.’

‘Watch it!’ You eye him up and down. ‘I’ve fought so hard for this spot. You can’t just take it away.’ You still remember when they announced the student rankings the year before, opening your email and seeing the number one. It was the most accomplished you have felt since your family degraded your skills before moving out.

‘Really?’ He leans in closer to you. It’s almost uncomfortable with how thin the proximity is right now. ‘Watch. Me.’ 

That ticks you off. If you could, you would’ve slapped him in the face and walked right out, but unfortunately, you’re in a lecture room with a hundred other people. But then he gives a sly smirk and returns to the papers in front of him, scribbling down some stupid notes that he probably doesn’t understand. 

You scoff, glaring at him to do the same, hoping he gets the reciprocal memo. 

He’s like a cocky firepit, and you are as cold as ice. Placing you two next to each other was a mistake because you’ll never mix unless the other dies.

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chapter two here (tbc)

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #skz #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin skz #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz imagines #enemies to lovers

[doukeshi-kun]

What would be stalker!nikolai's favorite places to have a date? (except for amusement parks)

And also what would be his favorite places to have sex ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

ooooh that's interesting. i feel like his favourite place would be your favourite place. if you like to go to this one old mall, then he will like it too. if you prefer to just walk at a park, then he will prefer it too. but, if he were to choose, he would like to bring you to his hometown one day. nikolai would also definitely bring you to a bird park. aside from that, he doesn't really have a specific place in mind. he's already content by having you locked in his campervan. and he will totally get crazy when you finally step a foot into his house.

for his fav places to have sex... well stalker!nikolai looks like he has a mission to fuck you in every funhouse his circus has💀 there's a new funhouse? well let's rawdog in there lmao. also, while he likes having sex after breaching into your house, he gets overly more excited if you two are having sex on his bed (whether in his apartment or campervan). he'd make sure your sweat damp the mattress and if it's not for sanitary purposes, nikolai would not change the sheets, knowing all your traces are on them.

#道化師-says❃ུ۪ #nikolai x reader

[kentoberry]

IN MY DREAMS. — toji fushiguro.

ʚ ABOUT ɞ it's early in the morning and toji finds himself facing a rather hard situation.

ʚ NOTES ɞ a drabble based on a dream i had lol ( soft toji supremacy ! )

ʚ WARNINGS ɞ sub afab reader, pet names ("baby", "darling", "love"), somnophilia, fingering, oral (f).

minors do not interact.

you looked so peaceful as you slept. toji couldn't help but admire the true beauty of your relaxed expression and feel guilty for wanting to disrupt it.

sure, you'd never complained even once before when he woke you from your slumber to lend a helping hand to the tent in his pants. you'd even told him that if he wanted, he can make use of your body whilst you slept — so surely you wouldn't mind.

toji kicked the covers off, the bulge in his pants only growing as he caught a glimpse of how you were only wearing his shirt. as he lifted the hem of the fabric, he expected to see your cunt clad in some form of underwear at least, though he was pleasantly surprised to find you bare.

"darlin'," he growled, despite being fully aware that you couldn't hear him. toji did his best to shift your legs for a better view all whilst keeping you asleep. he began with pressing his mouth to your pretty pussy, flicking his tongue around your already wet folds. his hips began to subconsciously grind against the mattress, cock desperate for some kind of friction.

you barely even stirred. toji's movements were light enough for you to remain suspended in your sleepy state, yet sufficient enough to ellicit the faintest whimpers. the man simply couldn't take anymore, instead opting to prepare your cunt for him.

two skilled fingers traced down your slit, collecting some of your wetness before plunging into your sloppy hole. at that point, your adorable little mewls grew louder, velvety walls fluttering around toji's calloused digits as he scissored your cunt. no matter how many times he fucked you, the immeasurable girth of his cock would always result in a degree of pain, and (contrasting to the assassin's typical demeanor) he would do everything within his power to prioritise your comfort.

a soft whimper of his name distracted toji from his train of thought, prompting him to look at your barely conscious self.

"mornin', baby," he cooed softly, continuing to slowly play with your cunt. the man placed a tender kiss to your inner thigh and you could feel the upturned corners of his lips. whilst you weren't entirely aware of your surroundings just yet, you knew that you were safe with toji and let yourself remain in a sleepy, blissful haze.

all you murmured in reply was a faint greeting, hands finding their way to toji's obsidian locks and guiding his head towards your pussy. he allowed you to move him, accepting your unspoken request and locking his lips around your sensitive clit. usually, he would have mumbled few degrading lines before giving in, though right now all he cared about was making you feel good — you were truly seeing the different side of toji fushiguro.

he traced circles around the swollen bud, each movement laced with intense precision, a product of his muscle memory at this point. toji continued to finger your spasming hole, working towards you over the edge. his own desires had been long forgotten, instead being content with rutting his hips against the sheets whilst making you cream on his hand; it reminded him of his horny teen years once again.

you were still crawling out of your dreamy, post-sleep state and barely clinging to the waking world, so it was complete and utter incoherence that fell past your lips in place of the three magic words of "i'm gonna cum,".

fortunately, toji was accustomed to your body well enough to notice the signs, continuing to attack your cunt with the deadly combination of his expert fingers and able tongue. you could even feel the rough skin of his scar on your inner thigh, driving you absolutely insane. shifting past the previous movements of his tongue, toji began to trace his name onto your clit.

there was nothing more satisfying to the man than making you cum with that specific weapon in his arsenal. he couldn't help himself from thanking whatever damn god there was that somebody as sweet as you lay next to him at night, let alone allowing him to commit such lewd acts with you.

your fingers tangled in his dark locks once more, desperate to prolong the effects of your orgasm. toji continued his ministrations until your grip loosened, finally coming down from what was an intense good morning from your lover. he pulled himself up, greeting you once again as you cutely rubbed sleep from your eyes.

toji placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sliding his thumb between your lips. you could taste yourself on him, eagerly lapping at the slick-coated digit and looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes that could get you anything you asked for — though never one for belief in higher deities, in that moment, he saw you as an angel.

"mornin', my love. how about i fill your cute lil' cunt with my cock while you finish wakin' up?"

#tojisluvrposts #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

my blog is bsd centered. not spoiler free, but spoilers will be tagged. i use all lowercase & kaomojis. i have a v inconsistent posting schedule. i make my themes myself; if u have any questions pls don’t be shy to ask!

this blog contains nsfw content. any nsfw posts will be tagged with ʚ shhh ɞ. i can’t control who reads my posts, so all i ask is that if ur a minor, pls do not interact with anything nsfw on my blog. u will be blocked.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ INTERACTIONS

my inbox is always open !! pls feel free to stop by & chat, all i ask is that u be kind.

i miss notifs sometimes; if u’ve tagged me in something & i missed it, pls lmk!

pls don’t trauma dump in my inbox. pls be understanding that it may take me time to reply to asks & messages.

NONNIES . . . 💌 . . .🦋. . .🫐 . . . 🥟 . . .🌻. . .🥺💖. . .🎧 . . . ☕️ . . .🌹 . . . 🪐 . . . 👒 . . . 👻 . . . 🥃 . . . 🌕

⊹ ࣪ ˖ WRITING

pls don’t rush me to post. i’m a university student with a job & i write whenever i find the time.

although i don’t write requests, if there’s something u’d like to see me write pls lmk & i’ll see if it sparks any inspo!

i try to keep my writing inclusive, however, i base the reader off myself & my own experiences. pls lmk if anything i write makes u uncomfy or if i exclude any necessary tags.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ I WRITE FOR

bungou stray dogs, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu (& maybe more in the future!) i write for bsd the most.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ I DON’T WRITE

m!reader, dark content (cnc, step/incest, etc.), piss / scat kinks, cheating, self harm, eating disorders, character x character

#mai station ‎ ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ