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josh washington and his way of loving you

my man.

josh loves with intensity, but he masks it behind his playful, teasing nature. he’s the type to call you cheesy nicknames like “babe-o-rama” or “queen of my heart,” always with a smirk, but the sincerity is there in his eyes when he says it.

he’s big on physical touch. his favorite way to show love is draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you onto his lap unexpectedly, or even playfully poking your sides to make you laugh. it’s his way of feeling close to you without having to say much.

his kisses are confident and teasing. he loves giving little pecks that leave you wanting more, only to pull back with a smug grin. when he’s feeling more vulnerable, though, his kisses become slower, deeper, and full of emotion he rarely lets show.

josh has a soft spot for your thighs. he’ll casually rest his hand there, squeeze them playfully, or lean his head against them when he’s in a rare quiet mood. he’ll joke, “what can i say? they’re the perfect pillows.”

during your period, josh can be surprisingly attentive. he’ll keep it lighthearted, saying something like, “so, what’s the craving today? ice cream? fries? or do we go all in with pizza and chocolate?” but underneath the jokes, he’s genuinely trying to make you feel better. he’ll bring you blankets, rub your back, and stay by your side without complaint.

his love language is quality time, hands down. he needs to be around you, even if you’re both doing nothing. he’ll lay next to you, scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you memes just to hear you laugh.

he’s secretly a sucker for romantic gestures when he’s alone with you. he’ll plan late-night stargazing or movie marathons with your favorite snacks, shrugging it off with, “don’t get used to it, i’m just feeling generous today.”

if you’ve been together for years. he’s always dropping pick-up lines—“are you a campfire? because you’re hot and i want s’more of you”—just to see you roll your eyes.

when he’s feeling down or lonely, your presence is what grounds him. he won’t always admit it, but he’ll cling to you in quiet moments, resting his forehead against yours and whispering, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

he’s possessive in a subtle way. he won’t make a scene, but he’ll throw a joking arm around you and say something like, “sorry, guys, this one’s taken. better luck in your next life.”

josh is obsessed with your smile. it’s his favorite part of you because it’s the one thing that can pull him out of even the darkest moods. he’ll say, “you’ve got a smile that could cure anything—world hunger, my bad days, you name it.”

despite his playful exterior, he loves hard and deep. you’re the one person he feels safe enough to be vulnerable with, and when he shows that side, it’s raw and honest.

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joel miller fic….. age gap….. coming soon….. maybeee…?

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⋆˳ . ⋆ — “LIKE IT’S ALL MINE. . . !”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 2136

warnings: pure smut, breeding kink if you squint, fem!reader, pet names used, big dick josh!!!!!, p in v sex, 18+ content, hard teasing

a/n: finally a part 2!!! yay!! enjoy babies :3 not proofread, per usual >_<

“you’re already so worked up just from humping my leg?” josh breathed out a laugh, hands grabbing at your hips, firmly enough to leave bruises.

all you could do was grow small in embarrassment under him, causing your hips to slow and eventually come to a halt.

his words made you realize what you were actually doing and reality snapped back at you.

josh had a fat grin on his face and he shook his head in disapproval. “don’t stop now, keep going. maybe i’ll let you cum on my dick if you’re obedient.”

your head was spinning, by now you could hardly make out anything he was saying, mind haunted with disgustingly sexual thoughts.

but he wouldn’t just make a huge mess out of you for fun.

josh liked you.

he liked your face, body, and how bright you were; how much you stood out from everybody else. he found it so attractive and he was ready to pour all of those feelings inside of you.

along with something else.

the exposed skin on your warm back started to melt into the cold plaster of the wall, reminding him that he was still completely clothed.

that had to be out the way. now.

josh met his lips with yours again, mouth wet from how harsh he was sucking on your tits. a dream come true.

while kissing you, nice and slow, he started pulling his layers of clothing off, only breaking the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off.

you broke the kiss entirely though, hands still holding onto him just because if you let go, your weak knees would buck and you’d be a puddle on the floor.

“t-take… take off your pants.” a soft order came from your lips, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his.

he tilted his head at you, like a confused dog. “why don’t you do it for me? hm, pretty girl?” he whispered to you, the words making you feel things deep in your stomach.

there was no need to ask twice.

you were already on your knees, the warmth of your tights battling against the cold floor.

by the time you could take in a deep breath, he was already teasing you.

“c’mon. i love the view but i have needs too, y’know?” josh said from above you as he ran a hand over the top of your head, giving you a gentle push towards his crotch.

it was evident in his tone now that he was just as needy and ready as you. maybe not as much as you but he was getting there.

your hand reached to unbuckle his belt, being gentle because it felt expensive. the noises of metal clanking and pants hitting the ground filled the room.

silence.

stunned is one word to explain the feeling of the sight in front of you.

joshua washington was big, big and tightly pressed against his navy blue calvin klein boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cloth and it was staring right at you.

this was a sight women die for.

the cold breeze of the room was hitting him because his entire demeanor had changed.

josh was flushed, grabbing at the hair on your head with more vice than before, breathing in staggered patterns.

you tugged at the waistband with delicacy, swallowing dryly as the thick seven inches in front of you bounced slowly.

with a hand, you grabbed at the base while your lips made their way around the pulsing tip.

the new contact wired a low groan out of josh’s mouth, knuckles now wrapping themselves into your hair.

you started off slow.

bobbing your head only enough to take less than a few inches in as your hands twisted and tugged on the parts that weren’t in your mouth.

his mouth was wide open, spurring out words of praise while his hands tried to push your head closer, simultaneously pushing his cock farther into your mouth.

“fuck…holy shit thats good, s’good…” his head fell back and a grin fell on his face at the sounds of you gagging all on him.

tears pricked your eyes like thorns, and taunting you for thinking you could handle something so big.

the quicker you sucked on it, the louder the noises of your choking were. it made your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment.

the closer he was to finishing, the quicker he ripped your head from him.

right when you were in the zone. what an asshole.

“h-huh? wha— what? was it bad?” you asked in pure confusion, eyes big and full of tears as you stared up at him.

josh shook his head, his chest heaving and breath hot. “the complete opposite. i just want to finish while fucking your pussy. not your mouth.”

every time he spoke like that, you were just left with your mouth half-open and brows raised, looking dumb founded.

all he could do was laugh.

he grabbed you from the floor, picking you up with ease and hooking your legs around his hips.

hands on the prize, he palmed your ass to hold you up as he started chewing up your neck, loving the taste and all the mewls you cried out.

he was rock hard. dick twitching and ready to burst just from feeling your bare tits on his skin.

but he had to stay strong, had to maintain himself so he could blow a mean load into your guts and clean up the mess.

like a respectful gentleman.

thought there was nothing gentle about the things he was about to do to you.

before you knew it, your back was slammed against the mattress and your shorts were being stripped off your body, all in one swift movement.

he carefully placed one of your feet on his shoulders, holding it there with his left hand.

the view was something straight out of some cheap porno.

his biceps tightening as he ripped open your tights right where your cunt was, his fingers of his free hand slowly sliding your panties to the side.

you twitched from under him, knees bucking as you felt a thick digit rubbing between your lips, teasing your clit.

a whine left your mouth, noises almost pornographic. so embarrassing how quick he could get you like this just from one finger.

and he wasnt even thrusting it yet.

“so wet ‘n pretty. didn’t even have to wet it before putting it inside.” he tutted, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth to hold himself back from saying something that was almost disrespectful.

your eyes rolled into your skull, biting down on the tip of your acrylic nail to hold back a dramatic moan that was inching out of you.

“josh, just fuck me already. please”

he wanted it as bad as you did. but he was an asshole about shit so, of course he had to take the high road.

“not just yet, gotta get you ready for me.” his tone was cocky as hell. he knew how big he was and how dramatic you were. so if he tore you up, he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

after a short moment, he sucked in a breath and scoffed. “fuck it.” he muttered almost to himself and quickly after, he grabbed at your hips, flipping you completely onto your stomach.

as if you’d run away, he forcefully pulled your hips up, leaving a sharp slap on the full skin of your ass through the tights.

you still felt every little thing, jumping and flinching at the burning pain; that still felt so fucking good.

once he realized he couldn’t get the full effect, he was ripping that section of the flimsy material too.

all in a few seconds, he was sliding your panties back to the side and grabbing himself, positioning his length right at your entrance.

a dazed chuckle left josh’s mouth and he’s practically drooling at the sight. “shit, baby. if only you could see how good this looks.”

your back was arched, leaving a sexy arc that made him dizzy to look at.

he never imagined actually having you like this. and it made him so eager to fill you up.

with a guttural moan at your tight walls soaking him in, he tried to slowly push in every inch.

which made everything feel ten times better.

he sucked in a sharp breath, biting on his bottom lip and making a writhed up expression at how good it felt.

you on the other hand, let out a harsh gasp when his tip was touching areas you never thought could be reached.

it made your head perk up from being stuffed in the bed, eyes wide and chest heaving.

“g’nna start— f-fuck— moving… now…” he could barely speak, groans interrupting his words as he started bucking his hips forward.

his hands grabbed at the fat on your hips, holding you in place.

your mouth was stuck in an ‘o’ shape, brows furrowed up and eyes shut as you felt every. damn. thing.

noises you didn’t even know you could make were being let out. and he was barely even fucking you the way he wanted to yet…

how embarrassing.

his dick was so good. you had goosebumps on every part of your body and you could hear your juices squelching every time he thrusted into you.

when he started to get used to the tight and wet feeling, a hand reached for the hair that rested over your neck, grabbing up a handful of it.

with this, all he could do was fuck into you harder, skin slapping as he bit on his bottom lip.

his dark green eyes were full of lust due to the way you just consumed every inch so well.

you were loud. telling him you couldn’t take it and babbling out a whole lot of nonsense.

it just felt too good.

“what’s wrong, baby? never had anyone fuck you this good? hm?… yeah i bet no one’s been appreciating this pretty pussy like they should be.” he groaned, looking at your body as if it was a renaissance painting, his free hand grabbing at the plush skin of your ass with every fiber in him.

safe to say the skin was tinted red with his hand print all over it.

the mix of pleasure and pain of being stretched out made you weak.

your brain was absolute mush and you were so cock drunk, his dick replacing the feeling of all the alcohol from earlier.

“j—! oh my— fuck…!” was all you could blabber out. you tried to respond but he was pulling your hair so harshly, causing your back to arch more than you physically could.

meaning he was hitting a whole new spot, with harsher movements and a faster pace. the new feeling made your mind completely black out.

you were left a loud, whiny and moaning mess.

josh had promised himself to not get too caught up in one thing on this trip.

but the alcohol and ways you were talking to him earlier into the night made his dick twitch in his pants for any kind of attention from just you.

the both of you were close.

he could feel your walls tightening around his cock so nicely, making him want to empty all the cum he could hold into you.

“shit— shit, y/n. ‘m gonna cum inside this pussy, yeah? gonna make you all mine, fill you up so nice.” he was spewing half-minded bullshit in between deep breaths, grabbing at your hair and your hip while his thrusts became more aggressive.

you were drooling everywhere, his words made you want to cum right then and there.

the sounds of wet skin slapping and the feeling of his balls slapping against your clit consumed all of your thoughts.

“c— cum..! g’nna cum.. fuck—!” your legs were trembling, voice shaky while you reached for your orgasm by fucking yourself on his dick, rutting your hips; gripping the bed sheets for stability.

could’ve sworn you were seeing stars. your vision started to enhance white sparks and your eyes were open as wide as they could go, a loud moan of his name slipped out of your mouth.

a few more pumps in and he was cumming deep inside of you, holding his dick as deep as it could go.

he finished with a baritone and low groan, biting at his bottom lip as he watched the cum overflow, slipping out of you and down your thighs.

the both of you lied there in sweat and with limp

limbs, one of his hands was still stuck to your ass, holding it as he rested on his back while you were on your stomach.

“you awake?” josh muttered to you in a bit of concern, breaking the silence.

when he heard soft breathing in replace of your voice, he figured that was his answer and got up to find something he could clean you up with.

tags: @someobsessionrequired @lanadelreyscokewhor3

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⊹₊ ⋆ ㅤ— “FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE . .ᐟᅟ ”

part 1 | part 2

wrd count: 1304

warnings: smut, fem!reader x josh, dry-humping, drinking, josh is a pervert, semi-plot, make out, drunk reader, smutty indications, aggressive teasing

a/n : my bi-monthly drop!!!! wrote this for my dear friend adri, and me :3 but also because i just finished until dawn and this sexy man is EVERYWHERE… will be writing more of him soon. stay tuned ! ;)

you knew your limits when it came to alcohol, what you could handle and what you couldn’t.

but joshua washington had to be the world's best sweet talker. because you’d convinced everyone at the lodge you’d be the most sober.

now you were the only one slurring out a random song with an empty bottle of expensive vodka wrapped around your perfectly jeweled up and manicured hand.

“jooooosssshhhhh…” you slurred to him, clinging onto his bicep that felt oddly larger than usual. all he could do was give that signature sexy laugh and shake his head at you.

he was gentle with you, still obviously teasing but not to an extent.

the boy knew you weren’t 100% yourself when you got this drunk.

“mhm, that’s my name.” he said to you, the two of you weren’t necessarily separated from the group, but you weren’t close enough to be in their conversations.

that was always the case when the two of you were together.

but to him, close was never close enough.

you were rubbing your face all on his flannel, cheek chubbying up and only looking up at him through your eyelids.

eyes big and full of drunken content.

to him, you were just so pretty vulnerable.

the way he was looking down at you was almost straight out of a cheap porno.

his wide eyes, now low and full of an extreme emotion that your weak brain couldn’t understand.

but you had an idea that it was what you were wearing, not to toot your own horn.

soft layers: a tight white tank top stacked with a hot pink zip-up that had fur on the hood and graphics on the back, your tight denim shorts and fleece tights that were meant to keep you warm, but anyone with a right mind knew they were just for show.

technically… you had packed more outfits like this for the trip, but that’s because you weren’t expecting the cabin to be so bitterly cold.

so it wasn’t really even your fault.

in reality, you were dressing this way on purpose.

okay maybe you were dressed like this because you loved the attention.

the peering looks he gave you anytime you walked by, the snarky comments that left his perfect mouth.

who were you to blame? look at that man.

“feelin’ clingy tonight, huh?” he taunted, laughing in your face at the way you were holding onto him and gawking.

“me—? clingy? y’r funny, washington…” all you could do was stutter and stumble on your words.

he made you nervous and you were so intoxicated you could barely think before speaking.

holding him like this made you imagine all the possibilities. all the things you could be doing to each other right now.

and it almost felt like he was thinking the same, like you were always riding on the same wavelength.

you know something else you could ride on.

it was stupid to imagine but there’s always been a tension between you two, so thick and palpable that it left you knees-weak every time he flirted with you.

“let’s just cut the bullshit. c’mon.” before you could even process that he was talking to you, a rough set of calluses were wrapped around your forearm, tugging you somewhere in the lodge that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

the second you heard a door close behind you two, you realized you were in the master bedroom,

only knowing this due to the sudden change of temperature in the room compared to the living room.

“wha- aren’t they gonna n— notice that we’re gone?” you were confused, but you trusted him.

despite the evident look of hunger and lust in his eyes. you trusted yourself in his hands.

“i don’t care. i just needed to get you alone.” his mouth made its way to your ear, slowly, as his warm breath came to touch with your skin,

your body froze up at the sudden attention, making you feel warm. “y/n. almost years i’ve been fantasizing about you, ever since we met,” he paused and cautiously reached for your hips.

his hands were warm and you felt safe, once you processed his words you became putty in them.

“huh?”

was all you could mutter out, keeping yourself in place by grabbing onto his triceps, looking up at him through your full and wispy eyelashes.

“i’m sayin’ i wanna fuck you, pornstar. your skin is so soft and warm. i wanna know,” he paused to straighten himself up and look at you.

“i wanna know what it feels like inside that pussy of yours.”

drunk, he was drunk this had to be the drinks talking. there was no way this was real.

even if he was intoxicated, that didn’t stop his words from going straight in between your legs. arousal pooling onto your lacy panties.

could’ve sworn your eyes started to roll back at the dirty talk, he was so good at it too.

“y’don’t mean that—“ he quickly cut you off, pulling you in nice and personal and grabbing at the plush skin that was covered by tight denim. “i do. with every fiber in me, i swear i do.”

the physical attention was overwhelming, and the verbal one was even more intense. you didn’t know what else to do but to give in to something you’ve been praying for for so long.

you couldn’t even suck in a breath before he was crashing his lips onto yours.

it was a kiss that made you dizzy, you melted into it though, wrapping yourself onto him.

he led you backwards, kissing you still while he was walking, pressing your back against whatever wall was close; stabilizing you with his knee between your legs.

you were holding onto the hair on the back of his head for dear life, loving the hot and messy kiss so much that it turned you on.

all the sexual frustration of not getting any in almost a year turned you into some horn dog.

your head was spinning, you could barely make out a thought. josh’s hand began to unzip your jacket, sliding it off your body while his lips started roaming down your neck.

“i ca— can’t take it,” a whine slipped out of your lips, head turned to face away from him to hide away your embarrassment.

this didn’t stop him though, you felt him smile against your skin and only itch on more.

rutting your hips for you against his clothed leg while he started sucking ravishingly against your neck, josh himself could barely keep himself from grinning at how much he’s won.

josh was the type for messy and quick sex. but when he thinks of having it with you, he wants it hard and slow.

painfully slow. so he can make you take in everything, make you feel everything all at once.

his fingers started sliding off the straps of your tight shirt, lips starting to make contact with the plush skin of your breasts.

“so fuckin’ sexy. just like i imagined. you g’nna let me give it to you? hm?” he was teasing, words muffled by the way he had his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“god i can’t wait to fill you up. gonna tell chris how good this pussy is.” josh snickered, grinning at the mess he was making of you.

and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

he brought himself up to bite on your ear, hands teasing your breasts as your hips (which had minds of their own) kept grinding on his knee, the friction making your brain go into mush.

your mind was completely blown, blank and empty.

fingers were digging and wrinkling up his flannel as your mouth was agape.

you were all hot and bothered, needing and yearning for more.

if you felt this good only from foreplay, imagine how good being so full of his dick was gonna be.

you couldn’t wait.

you were letting out noises you didn’t even know you could make,

and he was barely getting started.

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thinking about leaving the satoru gojo absolutely crushing after only spending one night together.

he’d text you, trying to sound like he was nonchalant and just didn’t care… but it was embarrassingly obvious how much he enjoyed your time together.

📲 y/n: thx for the ride home.

📲 s. gojo: u know it’s no problem

📲 s. gojo: when can i see u again?

it made you feel a type of way. having such a cocky and arrogant man thirst over you. like a little school boy with a magnetic crush.

but, it’d be a blatant lie to say you weren’t craving it too.

the way he cooed at you, touched and praised all of you; like you two’d been together multiple times before.

it was so desperately hot it made you, so needy. too needy. to the point where you couldn’t stop your thumbs from dialing him up.

“what’s this? couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” the blue-eyed man's voice was slick with vanity. the sex made you forget what a prick he could be.

but you sucked away the overwhelming irritation and got straight to the point. “i want— i want to see you again.”

you hesitated. only because you didn’t want to sound too desperate. his head was already huge. no need to blow more helium into it.

there was a cocky snicker through the line, you could imagine the look on his face. “yeah? is that what you want, pretty? i’ll be on my way then.”

with that, the call disconnected and you were left with a pooling mess between your thighs and a dumb-founded look on your face.

was satoru gojo always this easy? the obvious answer was no. but your pussy was just too good.

far too good that before you called, he was tugging one out to a bikini picture that was on your instagram feed.

reminiscing on the way he had you bent over his confusingly huge bed, how you stretched out his expensive sheets by the way you were tugging at them.

satoru was desperate, needing to be inside those walls again. craving to feel the way he stretched you out and how you took him so nice.

and that’s exactly what he got. because if there’s one thing about satoru gojo.

he always gets what he wants.

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ㅤㅤ *˚ ❀ — “SURRENDER TO MY LOVIN’, BABY”

texts with nanami kento

olderbf!nanami, spoiled!reader, mainly fluff, some suggestive drops and angst, kento’s just obsessed

a/n: hello my angels!!! i’m back (for now), thanks to all who didn’t unfollow and genuinely stayed … i’m sorry for being gone. classes started up again and ive been so busy . but i’m back with this. hopefully u enjoy :3 kira loves u!

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ೃ࿔*:･ — “ BABY , NO ATTACHMENT . ”

word count: 1629

warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY !!! exboyf!geto x fem!reader, smut, slight breeding kink, reader gets ate!!, alcohol use, slightly proofread, obsessed!geto, stalker ex bf!

author’s note: hello my babies! i’m sorry for going MIA i was going through some stuff lol :3 but i’m back and i have 2 more things in the works so. enjoy! <3

you knew your ex was stalking you. not the type that was lurking on your social media pages; but the type that would slide creepy love notes underneath your door.

almost every night in bed, you swore he was watching over you in your sleep, could’ve sworn he was caressing your hair once.

despite the jarring feeling, deep down… a part of you felt intrigued, almost yearning for him to try something.

you weren’t crazy about that though, at least you didn’t think so. before suguru was this obsessive asshole, he was one of the most attractive men you knew.

he’d always buy you things, compliment you endlessly,

and fuck you so good.

after your messy breakup, you were so distraught. despite the promising parts of it, geto was insanely possessive. at times you’d argue over things that were just out of line, like you being “excessively close” to a guy at the market or if your boss (who he was sure wanted you) asked you to stay late at the office to organize some files.

but of course, like the hopeless romantic you were, it took you almost a month to muster up the courage to finally leave him.

***

somehow, your friends managed to drag you out of your apartment into a loud, hot, and incredibly confined nightclub.

as tired as you were, fuck you looked good. hair was laid, pedicure and manicure done, and you wore the most flattering dress you could find.

it hugged your curves so well and it flattered the shade of your skin perfectly.

let’s just enunciate, if someone was looking at you right now for the first time, they wouldn’t be able to tell you’d been getting less than 3 hours of rest every night for the past two months.

your friend's plan tonight was to get you drunk until you couldn’t walk straight.

she had succeeded. throughout the night you were having your back grated on by random men, getting all your shots bought for you, and so many offers to be someplace for the night that was not your apartment.

you were stumbling out of the nightclub, finding a curbside to sit your pretty ass down on. everything is blurry and the world seems as if it’s warping around you.

you were so drunk you could’ve sworn you called an uber, you were so sure you did.

so sure, until an oddly familiar car stopped on the road in front of you. the tinted driver’s window rolled down and a familiar man-bunned face was looking down at you.

“y/n?” your infamous ex calls out to you from his car, his face evidently prideful but his tone is slick with concern.

***

when you were getting ready at your vanity earlier tonight, you didn't even think of the chances of you being bent over your kitchen island top with your ex-boyfriend's hands gripping the flesh on your ass, tongue sliding up and down your slick cunt with harsh vigor.

your dress was bundled by your waist, tits poking out the strapless top of your dress with your nipples rubbing on the cold marble top.

his tongue was badly missed, despite how embarrassed you were, no amount of alcohol could hide how soaked your pussy was.

all you could do was whine and keen, you couldn’t let him figure out you were wanting this. but your little friend between your thighs was betraying you.

in all honesty, you hadn’t been fucked since him. your light pink vibrator did not count, because every time you were drooling and moaning into your pillow, you were thinking about him.

it was when he started sucking your clit slowly with his pillow-soft lips that you gasped, letting out a throaty groan. you felt like you were seeing God, gripping the end of your counter, knuckles left white as your mind went to mush.

he let you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, your juices dripping down his chin and he couldn't help but grin against the flush skin. he knew you felt this shit in your soul.

your knees were weak, your breath was staggered, and drool pooled down your chin.

fuck, you were a mess.

this had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. the guy who you contemplated getting a restraining order on is proving to you how easy you are.

how fast he could get you naked despite the amount of times you claimed to never speak to him again.

but he was good, there was no denying it. like the shakespeare of eating pussy.

once he had caught his breath, he stood up to his full height and carefully slipped your panties back up until they were full of you. the tall man laughed dryly when you shivered at the soiled cloth touching your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i couldn’t believe it was you calling me, y/n.” he said to you as he grabbed a bottle of water from your fridge, you sobered up and remembered that primarily, he was living with you.

geto opened the plastic bottle and handed it to you, something in the way he looked at you, told you that he knew this would happen sooner or later.

“get that stupid look off your face, suguru. this was a mistake.” you say, sounding disappointed in yourself but, reluctantly you take the bottle of water in one hand, holding your dress in place against your chest with the other.

suguru looked down at you with a smug smile painted on his lips, he put his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, trying to ignore the raging erection that hugged the felt. “a mistake? c’mon, pretty. you know you miss me.”

all you could do was roll your eyes and keep your lips sealed onto the bottle top. you knew he was right, as unfortunate as it was; you weren’t going to get over him any time soon.

so what’s the point of trying to move on and find someone new when he yearned for you back just as much?

“just let me fuck you tonight and… depending on you feel after, I’ll leave you alone.” he says in a whisper as he gets closer, taking a strand of your hair and beginning to twirl it around his long, slim finger.

and, with the blink of an eye, you agreed.

***

suguru was always about making you feel good, which is how you ended up straddling on top of him, lubing up and stretched out as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, his girth quickly spanning out your gummy walls.

he hissed at the familiar yet squeezing feeling and bit harshly onto his bottom lip, his cocky look quickly turning into a star-struck and pussy-drunk one.

like a bee to honey, his hands quickly assembled their route to your plush hips.

you choked on your spit, catching your breath at this nostalgic feeling. quickly, you adjusted to him and rutted your hips back and forth.

the friction against your clit made you almost dizzy, your hands were flat on his lower stomach, and the eye contact he was holding made it hard for you to breathe.

you were in that position until he just couldn’t handle you being in control anymore. he flipped the both of you over and held himself over you, quickly slipping himself back inside you.

without restraint, he grabbed your legs and pushed them until your knees were practically mush on your tits.

his thrusts were vile. digits digging into your flesh as he slapped himself against you, groaning and huffing with every movement made.

“shit. i missed this, baby.” geto moaned out, fucking into you with so much aggression it could fill up a pool if it was leaking out of him.

you were feeling so good, your walls tight around him as if he’d snap off if he tried to pull out.

sobs were coiling out of you from how delicious the pain was.

he was slurring out curses and praises about how good you felt, how much he wanted to fill you up.

“gonna leave you so full, m’gonna watch my cum drip out of you.” he grunted with a very harsh and deep thrust, your bed frame slamming onto the concrete wall behind it.

he moaned with his lips shut, eyes stuck on your pretty face. hair was sticking to the skin of your forehead, lips parting into an “o” shape, and your dark eye makeup was smudged all around them from the tears.

soon enough, the both of you were quickly reaching your heights and he always knew when you were close. so he worked his way to it.

“i’m cumming— please, please let me finish inside.” he begged between breathless groans, gripping his fingers around the skin of your thighs.

all you could do was choke out a “yes” in response.

you finished with a loud moan, back arched and eyes wide open. your mouth looked as if it was about to dislocate from your jaw, and you could see white spots clouding your vision.

the way your walls were clenching around his length made him finish deep inside you shortly after. he shot a thick load into what felt like your womb, and he was very vocal about it; telling you how good you felt and how he was going to get you so fucking pregnant. so pregnant you’d have no choice but to stay with him.

he made sure you knew what you did to him.

fortunately, you went straight to sleep. leaving him with no choice but to stay and lay alongside you. of course, geto held you the whole night in hopes that you’d wake up wanting to be his again.

[heldbykento]

⋆୨୧˚ — “LET ME SHATTER INTO YOU”⋆˚

word count: 1332

no warnings just some light angst :3 cheater!choso x lovesick!reader, kinda ooc (woopsie)

author’s note: guys i didn’t proofread this and i was half asleep writing it!!!!!! i might delete this LOL so if ur seeing this rn ily and pls lmk if it sucks! goodnight <33

the relationship you and choso had was straight out of a romance novel. you could brag to your minimal amount of friends about how you two never argued, and mean it.

sure, you bickered about opinions you didn’t agree on but, that’s just normal shit that happens to everyone. choso refused to ever argue with you, he only “communicated”.

meaning he would sit you down in your guys’ living room and talk to you about whatever bothered him, while trying not to cry in front of you.

you thought it was sweet, how vulnerable he was and how he wasn’t afraid to show emotions. thought it was romantic.

—

“choso.” you said bluntly as you stood behind where he was seated on the couch, staring at his back with your phone clutched in your hands; knuckles plastered white.

a week prior to this situation, you were with a friend in the library of your university… studying for God knows what. when suddenly she just, stares at you as if she’s about tell you someone close to you died.

“y/n, i need you to listen to me and you can’t like, go nuts or anything, okay?” she said to you with a very worried expression, more-so scared than sympathetic.

you gave your friend a raised brow, laughing nervously at the situation because it seemed very out of the blue. everything was going great, end of your junior year of college and you’re passing every class, you got a promotion at work, and…

you and your boyfriend were doing great, right?

“okay,” your friend started off by asking you a simple question. “do you know someone named ‘yuki’?”

she explains that when she was out with some classmates at a bar, someone dragged their mutual friend along named, “yuki” and she was bragging about this guy she was seeing. saying how he had a girlfriend but she didn’t know, and she would never know.

saying that the relationship was “loveless” and he was so bored. but couldn’t muster up the courage to leave.

your friend gave you a look, as if she wanted to say something but she knew how you were. so she didn’t. you just stared at her in silence for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek, nails digging into your palms.

—

now you’re here, staring at the back of your soon-to-be ex-boyfriends head. tears welling up in your eyes and a huge lump forming in your throat. but you couldn’t cry, you had to keep your utmost composure because you can’t cry over a cheater, how would your mother feel? you had to be strong.

you can’t cry. even though you have been up almost every night since then in the bathroom, seated on the floor, head in your hands, opposite from the door so he wouldn’t hear your aggressive sobs.

“what’s up, baby?” choso asked, not looking up from his laptop. when you just stood there in silence, not answering his question, he eventually turned around to meet your cold, teary-eyed stare.

the way he could still call you that name without an ounce of guilt, it made you feel like someone had just pierced a thousand daggers into your heart.

his brows furrowed in confusion, when he noticed your unusual expression, he stood up and made his way towards you. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked you softly, reaching for your hands but you keenly pulled them away before he could even touch you.

“how long?” you muttered, staring up at choso and reluctantly taking a small step back from him, the way he was so close to you made you want to throw up. because you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he was this close to another woman. holding her the way he would hold you, putting his lips on hers the same way he always did to you. saying all the things he said to you, to her.

again, he gave you a very puzzled look. as if you were speaking to him in a completely different language. “baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in a more whined tone, reaching for your hands again, then sighing in defeat when you would pull away. it wasn’t like you to act this way, not with him. so he was completely dumbfounded.

“y/n why won’t you hold my hand, can you talk to me, baby, please?” he tried to step closer to you, and the situation was overwhelming you. your heart was beating out of you and your ears started to ring, you couldn’t control the tears anymore.

why did he do this? what did she have that you didn’t? how could he throw away 5 years of a relationship for some girl? who even was she?

all these questions and you desperately needed answers. but how could you get answers if you could barely even look at him, let alone finish your conversation.

“how long have you been seeing her, choso?”

silence. so silent you could hear the fan running in the other room.

he stared at you. frozen in place with his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.

“please, just answer me, please. please… tell me it isn’t true. tell me you still love me.”

the silence that fell between the two of you for so long was deafening. you could hear him swallow dryly from how dead it was. he just stared at you, as if you had said something so out of this world.

but the silence was all you needed to prove your point. he didn’t truly love you. something in your brain told you that if he did love you, he would speak up and explain himself. reassure you that this wasn’t true and that he loved you so much. he could never do something so inhumane. but he’s a man. what’d you expect? for him to be different? to treat you in a way you thought you deserved?

he couldn’t stand watching you cry like this in front of him, he knew what he did. he knew what he was doing while he was doing it. and he couldn’t explain to you why.

choso just couldn’t give you the answers you wanted. and it broke his heart to see his perfect girl choking out sobs because of his shitty decisions.

“y/n. i— i don’t know why i did it. i can’t give you an explanation. i just…” he looked away from you, not being able to look into your big, glossy and sad eyes. he was a coward. he couldn’t deny it.

you couldn’t help feeling like your world was ending, like the earth stopped spinning. his words were like a punch to the gut.

you were just punishing yourself, thinking what could you have done to make him happier, constantly comparing yourself to that blonde doll who swept him away in ways you never could.

there was no fixing it. the both of you went to bed away from each other that night, him on the couch and you, clutching a pillow at your chest and crying into it until you fell asleep at a late hour.

he had snuck into bed eventually, the way he held you in his arms made you tense up. as upset as you were, you needed it the most right now. you were pretending to be asleep, but his presence behind you woke you up almost immediately.

choso had muttered something into the back of your neck, a soft apology. pleading for you to stay with him and forgive him. his lips were brushing against your skin with every word, almost as if he was praying to get you back. he needs you in his life, he knows that and he’ll never be afraid to admit it.

regardless of the lust he poured into that other woman, it will never compare to the love and passion he feels towards you, his perfect girl.

his one and only.

[heldbykento]

MDNI 18+ CONTENT, boyfriend!gojo x fem!reader — welcome 2 late night writes with kira :3 !!!!

bf!gojo who holds you in your sleep and plays with your hair, after making you cum all over his dick all night. no matter how sweaty you were, he’d always let you cuddle up next to him.

bf!gojo who hates when people are silently gawking at you in public. so in order to nourish his anger: he finds the nearest secluded area and bends you over the backseat while he stands behind you, absolutely plowing into your cunt with no restraint.

bf!gojo who loves it when you scratch up his back and the look on your pretty face in missionary. he’ll do anything to look at you when you two are intimate. bend you over the kitchen sink and pull your head back, lay you on your knees in front of your full-body mirror, and even record you two so he can rewatch it when he isn’t with you.

bf!gojo who spits all over your sensitive cunt before diving in with full force, eating you out like a starved man and his first meal. he will absolutely ravish it. he just loves the way you unravel because of him. loves the way you’re feeling this good, because of him. when you come undone, he’ll kiss you with your juices dripping down his chin just to rub it in your face (literally). he knows you hate it, but it makes him so cocky.

bf!gojo who’ll pick you up and fuck you against a wall in his foyer after a night out, just because he couldn’t handle not having his hands on you basically all night. he’ll grip your ass in order to hold you up and thrust into you with no regard, the sounds you make and the way you say his name only drive him to go harder.

bf!gojo who lets you lay on his chest as he peppers kisses on the top of your head after you let him absolutely destroy you. gojo, who was just degrading you and abusing your pussy, splays a blanket over the both of you and holds you the entire night until dawn.

[heldbykento]

“ CAN’T GET OVER YOU !! ”

word count: 711

18+ content MDNI!! — fem!reader, reader called “baby” and “doll”, smut!!!!! with a bit of fluff, nanami x reader, not proofread :< might edit l8rrr ! enjoy ^_^

it wasn’t like nanami to express his emotions when shit happened to him.

but when you just got up and left him because he prioritized his work over you, he couldn’t help finding himself drowning in overdue papers and lying sleepless in bed for hours on end.

nanami couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head, the way you yelled at him for not comprehending and how he just stared at you like you were spewing nonsense he couldn’t understand.

he regrets it. he regrets letting you walk out the door. he regrets not calling you for the past few weeks.

how did it take him this long to realize he needs you?

with that, he was gripping on the steering wheel, jaw clenched to hold himself from going way over the speed limit in the pouring rain.

he was rushing into your apartment building, soaking up the lobby.

nanami couldn’t even recall how quick he ran out the elevator once it reached your floor. he wasn’t necessarily out of breath, but his breathing was staggered.

he knocked, stood there with his body soaked from the rain, white shirt sticking to his skin. you opened the door, a puzzled look on your race because you weren’t expecting company.

you were wearing a t-shirt that was much too big for you and no pants, just a lacy, mesh pair of panties.

“kento? what’re you doing here? it’s like 10 o’clock.” you say once you’d connected the body to the face, you were shocked to see him, genuinely you thought he didn’t really care about you.

but here he was, soaked and dripping at your front door.

he just looked at you, his stoned expression quickly shifting to a soft, pleading one.

“i- i just needed to see you. baby, let me in. let me explain myself.” he was pleading, he didn’t care how desperate he looked or sounded.

he needed you back.

and his wish came true. barely 10 minutes after you two “talked it out”, he had you bent over your sofa, legs spread and face burrowed into one of the cushions.

your pussy was swallowing every inch with so much vice, and he made sure you knew that. made sure you knew how tight and good your insides felt.

how much he missed them.

he didn’t have to tell you much honestly, he was behind you grunting and huffing with every thrust. he was deep in there, the cushion was soaked with your tears, maybe even some drool.

you could hardly think with how harsh he was fucking you. you lift your head up and babble out some incoherent words. he laughs.

nanami lowered himself to bite against your ear lobe, his hands gathering themselves on your ass. “i’m sorry for being an asshole, doll.” he groaned into your ear in a breathless whisper, hands gripping the flesh on your cheeks as he hurried up his thrusts; leaving you absentmindedly moaning louder into the space of your apartment.

he couldn’t help the smile that tugged his lips at how he had you. he stood back up straight and grabbed your hair, crashing his hips with all his power when he felt how tight your pussy was squeezing him.

you stayed there and took it, grabbing the top of the couch. the state you were in was so embarrassing: mouth wide open, hair sticking to the drool on your face, eyes shut, and tears marks staining your cheeks.

when he pulled out then forced himself entirely in you, you screamed. finishing all over his shaft and leaving a ring around the base that he loved to see.

one thing about nanami kento, was that after care was never a problem. he carried you to your bed, cleaning you up gently with a rag. even putting a fresh pair of panties on you.

he debated staying. nanami stared at you as you started to fall asleep. at least he thought you were. but as he was heading towards the door of your bedroom, you spoke softly to him.

“you better not be leaving, kento.” and it made his heart flutter in a way he never felt before.

he was determined to not fuck up this time. it just felt so good to him that you were his.