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realness 1000

need him to fold me and fuck me into the mattress so hard that i become one with it. i'm so serious

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omggg im looking at my drafts and i see two bllk fics and i open it. tell me why they are from 2020!?!?!?!

one is a kunigami fic where they also had a womens division i had like over 350 words in it (if yall wanna hear more about it lmk in the asks box).

and the other one is a isagi fic and it takes place during chapter 150 and isagi and reader meet up after he meets with his ex-teammate.

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i had a whole valentines event planned out but was only able to post one (february decided to be a busy month for me) so i’ve decided to just turn it into a 7 troupes type thing. will be posting them during the next few weeks!! so it’ll be either two fics a week or one, i haven’t decided but once that’s out i will be opening my requests again!! (as stated in my rules, just cause u send in the request doesn’t mean i will work on it i get to decide whether i want to write it out or not, but person who sent in reo request best believe i will work on it immediately i love the idea!!)

ty for reading!!

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@ mooties im sorry i dont interact much!! im super nervous when it comes to interacting cause i dont know what to even say(╥﹏╥)

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you bloom inside my heart

now playing: blooming day by exo-cbx

who: isagi yoichi

what: childhood friends to lovers, slight ooc (tag just in case but i know deep down in my heart that isagi is a yearning man when it comes to love)

the seed of you took root in isagi’s heart when you were both 4 years old.

meeting the new next door neighbors was something his mom wanted for everyone in the household to do. with him in between his parents, holding a tray of cookies, they waited patiently for someone to open the door.

“i’m coming! just a second!” a women’s muffled voice rang through the door slowly getting closer.

“hello! welcome to the neighborhood! we’re the isagi’s, your nextdoor neighbors. we wanted to come by and say hi and get acquainted. this is our child yoichi, if you do have a kid around their age we would love for them to be friends if that is alright with you?” isagi’s mom seemed to be beaming at the idea of having new neighbors and friends.

“hi we’re the [last name] and yes we do have a kid. let me call them over. [reader]! get over here! there’s someone who wants to meet you!” echoing through the home, the cute sound of pitter pattering foot steps seemed to get closer and closer, stopping behind the woman at the door.

peeking out from behind her legs, a small child with wide doe eyes that didn’t seem to stray away from isagi’s.

“isagi don’t you have something to say?” a little nudge at the boys shoulder, he moves forward and stretches out the plate full of cookies.

“welcome to the neighborhood. do you wanna be friends?” pink cheeks and wobbly hands, he wouldn’t have expected the next words to come out of your mouth.

“you have a bean sprout on your head.” isagi didn’t make the first move just to be insulted. he couldn’t help but lower the plate and loudly cry in front of the new neighbors. with snot and tears running down his face, he didn’t hear the scolding your mom gave you, nor did he hear reassurances from his parents. both not being able to take the situation seriously because it was one of isagi’s most prominent features.

and all that could be heard next was your cries and apologies. “m’ sorry. i didn’t mean it in a mean way. i promise. please forgive meeee.” oh if it weren’t for the eardrum shattering wailing from both youngsters, it would’ve made such a cute sight of a new friendship blooming.

but it didn’t stop the the small emotions that started to bud in yoichi’s heart.

from the seed started to sprout at the age of 8.

elementary was not for the weak. it took guts to survive everything everyday. sure isagi knew that at the end of the day, he got to walk home with you right next to him, but that didn’t stop the craziness around him to influence you and your whims. no matter how crazy they were or how ridiculous they sounded.

but nothing could have prepared him for your next thought process at hand.

with talks of kissing and hand holding going around, it didn’t bother the bean sprout at all. not when soccer was all he could think about… and you but that wasn’t anything special when you were always attached at the hip.

“do you ever want to know what kissing feels like?” the soccer ball that was in isagi’s hold was now on the ground rolling away for him.

“no, why would i want to know about that? that’s something you do when you’re older?” he sputters out as if the thought of kissing anyone disturbs him. if only you knew the red tinge that started to creep onto the boy's cheeks, just the thought of your face being so close to his face had his heart beating wildly faster than it normally does.

“every girl in class is kissing boys to see what it feels like. maybe i’ll try it out and see what they’re talking about. do you think if i ask who they kissed and ask them if they could kiss me, they would do it? shouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?” oh it was as if pins and needles were being used to squeeze poor isagi’s heart. he didn’t know why the thought of your face being close to another boys face made his heart squeeze out in pain, but if he could do anything to stop that from happening, then he’ll do it.

“i’ll do it!” red faced full of determination. he wasn’t going to let anyone else take this moment away from him.

“but you just sa-“ now you were confused. first he said he doesn’t care to know but now he does?

“i said i’ll kiss you!” why did you have to keep asking questions?! he thought this is what you wanted?!

even if it meant awkwardly placing his lips on yours….

that had you both reeling back because he accidentally put too much force that had you both knocking teeth together.

the full flurry of questions being launched at you both by your parents wasn’t something either of you wanted to happen right now (isagi’s embarrassment intensifying because he didn’t want to explain what happened and your nonchalant behavior toward this was not letting you admit that even though the kiss hurt it meant more to you that isagi was willing to do it for you cause your stomach to flutter).

leaves and petals didn’t start to grow out until the age of 16.

man was the second year of high school a whirlwind of emotions for isagi.

sure now he knew more about his feelings for you better than what he was questioning after almost making both your lips bleed after that failed first kiss (it still counted for him), but it didn’t make him feel any more secure when he heard all the locker room talk about girls. boys left and right asking him if he could ask you to meet them after school so that they could ask you out. all isagi did was nod, but he never did tell you.

not that you needed to know anyways. or when he noticed admirers slipping letters into your locker, he’d take them out and keep them in his bag. you didn’t need them and he especially didn’t need more competition. all you had to do was enjoy school life without any of these stupid guys trying to take his place (not like they had a chance when all you could think about was the new random last minute plans that isagi made for y’all to visit the burger joint after school).

that didn’t stop the whispers of rumors to linger around.

rumors of you being heartless.

rumors of you not caring for others feelings.

rumors of you leaving people standing alone.

sure they knew that you didn’t have to accept their feelings, but the least you could do was show up to reject them…

until they see the scene in front of them.

walking down the halls to your class, you didn’t pay any mind to the whispers and such that was going around, all you were focused on was giving isagi the attention and encouragement he needed for his most anticipated match this season. the prefectural finals.

ichinan vs matsukaze

you’ve told him time and time again. no matter what happens he’ll always be a winner in your heart, but you know that’s not what he needed right now. he just needed to know that you believed in him and that you know he can win.

and that’s what you did, ignoring the stares and giving your whole attention to him. nothing else mattered more.

and everyone could see that. that’s why no one bothered to confront you when they saw the scene of a blushing boy and his over enthusiastic friend throwing compliment after compliment at him. if they didn’t know any better, they’d think you two were already dating, just trying to keep it private.

and after the long awaited match and the devastating defeat, it was the walk back home that showed just how much he cared for you.

the silence was deafening, and you knew nothing you could say would make him feel better.

but to him, he couldn’t help but feel like he let you down. you believed in him but he couldn’t believe in himself to take the last shot on his own.

the only thing that brought you both out of this silence was the sound of him yelling out in agony, and boy was it soul shattering. here was the boy that worked hard no matter what, only to be stopped by his own what-ifs and uncertainties.

“i wanted to win…” all you could do was pat his back to soothe his pain.

it only lasted for a couple of hours until he got back home.

with the opportunity of a lifetime prompted itself, in the form of a letter, ensuring him that there’s more chances in soccer for him out there.

man he couldn’t wait to tell you about this (so much so that he ran to your house next door to share the news).

the flower of his love bloomed not too long after at the age of 16.

being invited to watch isagi play against the u-20 team with his parents warmed your heart.

you haven’t been able to keep in contact with him during his time in the blue lock program, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to support him with all your might from the outside.

seeing him zoom across the field, make plays you never got to fully see when he would play with his old team, and the all in all happiness that showed itself when he made the winning goal. you couldn’t have been more proud. watching him be interviewed and proclaiming to the world that he will bring home the u-20 world cup.

and it seemed that feelings were still running high because once he saw you he couldn’t help but run to you and press a deep heart filled kiss flat on your lips. with the whole world to see but not giving it a second to stop him from giving him a retry at a first kiss with you.

it meant a lot more when he could feel you pull him closer by his jersey.

letting everyone know just who you belonged to this whole time.

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gachiakuta ch126 spoilers

FOLLO MY BOY LETSSS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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a man who’s financially stable w a job, owns a home, and has hobbies😮‍💨🙏 me likey

the homeowner effect

Niko Ikki never knew owning a house could be such an icebreaker—until his blind date’s flustered, accidental comment leaves him wondering if this might be his best date yet. pairing niko ikki x reader tags post manga timeskip, aged up characters, fluff, happy birthday niko! navigation

Your friend, Otoya, sets you up with someone he knows. According to him, his friend is a “nice guy”—a term that usually makes you suspicious. Otoya isn’t exactly known for being a stellar matchmaker, after all. But so far, the guy in question, Niko Ikki, is polite, attentive, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

He likes anime and manga. He has pretty good taste in music, too. He seems too good to be true, and you can’t help but test the waters a little to get him a little bit better.

“So, where do you live?” you ask, stabbing the carrot cake you’ve ordered to share.

He casually name-drops a notoriously expensive and quiet neighborhood. “It’s nice and peaceful there,” he says.

You nearly choke on your drink. “Wait, seriously? You live there?”

He nods as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Yeah.”

Curiosity gets the better of you. “So… do you share the rent with someone? Like a roommate or…?”

He blinks, looking slightly confused, as if the thought hasn’t even occurred to him. “No. I, uh… I own the place.”

Your fork clatters onto your plate, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. You don’t care. “You own it?”

“Yeah,” he admits softly, the tips of his ears turning red. “I bought it last year.”

“You bought it last year?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

He tilts his head slightly, as though he can’t quite understand why you look so shocked. “Yes.”

“Wait, you’re 27, right?”

“Yeah, 27,” he confirms, taking a sip of his drink.

You stare at him in disbelief, the pieces of information refusing to settle in your brain. “Okay, so… you own your place in one of the priciest neighborhoods in the city. How? I mean—are you, like, a trust fund baby or something? What do you do?”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “No, no trust fund. I just… work hard and save. I play sports.”

“Like professionally?” you ask, your voice laced with amazement.

“Kind of,” he says with a small shrug. “It’s for a local team.” Well, technically, the Japan National Team is a local team, Niko thinks.

Your gaze drifts over him, noticing for the first time how well-built he is. He catches you looking, and you quickly cough, averting your eyes. But your thoughts linger on the bigger revelation: he owns his place.

And you’re impressed. Stunned, really. Here you are at 25, living in a shared house with your best friend and still making payments on a car loan your parents had practically forced you to buy. And meanwhile, Niko—calm, humble, and ridiculously cute Niko—is out here playing sports for a living and owning a house in this economy.

“You own your own house,” you repeat, almost in disbelief.

“Yes,” he says again, his voice steady but his ears now bright red under your scrutiny.

Before you can stop yourself, you mutter, “Wow, that’s hot.”

Niko freezes mid-sip, his eyes snapping to yours. His cheeks turn a deep pink, and his lips part as if he’s not sure he’s heard you right. “H-Hot?”

You groan, slapping a hand over your face. “Oh my god, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He looks down at his glass, his fingers brushing the edge nervously. But then, a soft smile tugs at his lips, and he lets out a quiet laugh. “I mean… thanks?”

Peeking at him through your fingers, you find his shy but amused expression making your heart flutter. It’s not fair. Not only is he financially stable and smart, but he also has this quiet, unassuming charm that makes you want to know more.

“So, uh,” you say awkwardly, trying to recover, “what else are you hiding? Do you, like, run your own company on the side or something?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. I’m just a regular guy who likes anime, gaming, and reading manga. And plays sports for a living.” He pauses, his gaze meeting yours, and his tone softens. “And I think this is the first time anyone’s ever called me ‘hot’ because of where I live.”

“Well,” you say with a shrug, trying to act cool despite the warmth creeping up your neck, “there’s a first time for everything.”

He laughs again, the sound warm and genuine, and you feel yourself relax. This date isn’t just going well. It’s easily the best one he's had in a long time.

amari's notes: happy birthday to one of my faves and fellow aquarius baby, niko! i am going all out celebrating his birthday. made a fanfic, made a cake and commissioned an art! there are some niko merch i managed to get and hopefully i get more!

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you bloom inside my heart

now playing: blooming day by exo-cbx

who: isagi yoichi

what: childhood friends to lovers, slight ooc (tag just in case but i know deep down in my heart that isagi is a yearning man when it comes to love)

the seed of you took root in isagi’s heart when you were both 4 years old.

meeting the new next door neighbors was something his mom wanted for everyone in the household to do. with him in between his parents, holding a tray of cookies, they waited patiently for someone to open the door.

“i’m coming! just a second!” a women’s muffled voice rang through the door slowly getting closer.

“hello! welcome to the neighborhood! we’re the isagi’s, your nextdoor neighbors. we wanted to come by and say hi and get acquainted. this is our child yoichi, if you do have a kid around their age we would love for them to be friends if that is alright with you?” isagi’s mom seemed to be beaming at the idea of having new neighbors and friends.

“hi we’re the [last name] and yes we do have a kid. let me call them over. [reader]! get over here! there’s someone who wants to meet you!” echoing through the home, the cute sound of pitter pattering foot steps seemed to get closer and closer, stopping behind the woman at the door.

peeking out from behind her legs, a small child with wide doe eyes that didn’t seem to stray away from isagi’s.

“isagi don’t you have something to say?” a little nudge at the boys shoulder, he moves forward and stretches out the plate full of cookies.

“welcome to the neighborhood. do you wanna be friends?” pink cheeks and wobbly hands, he wouldn’t have expected the next words to come out of your mouth.

“you have a bean sprout on your head.” isagi didn’t make the first move just to be insulted. he couldn’t help but lower the plate and loudly cry in front of the new neighbors. with snot and tears running down his face, he didn’t hear the scolding your mom gave you, nor did he hear reassurances from his parents. both not being able to take the situation seriously because it was one of isagi’s most prominent features.

and all that could be heard next was your cries and apologies. “m’ sorry. i didn’t mean it in a mean way. i promise. please forgive meeee.” oh if it weren’t for the eardrum shattering wailing from both youngsters, it would’ve made such a cute sight of a new friendship blooming.

but it didn’t stop the the small emotions that started to bud in yoichi’s heart.

from the seed started to sprout at the age of 8.

elementary was not for the weak. it took guts to survive everything everyday. sure isagi knew that at the end of the day, he got to walk home with you right next to him, but that didn’t stop the craziness around him to influence you and your whims. no matter how crazy they were or how ridiculous they sounded.

but nothing could have prepared him for your next thought process at hand.

with talks of kissing and hand holding going around, it didn’t bother the bean sprout at all. not when soccer was all he could think about… and you but that wasn’t anything special when you were always attached at the hip.

“do you ever want to know what kissing feels like?” the soccer ball that was in isagi’s hold was now on the ground rolling away for him.

“no, why would i want to know about that? that’s something you do when you’re older?” he sputters out as if the thought of kissing anyone disturbs him. if only you knew the red tinge that started to creep onto the boy's cheeks, just the thought of your face being so close to his face had his heart beating wildly faster than it normally does.

“every girl in class is kissing boys to see what it feels like. maybe i’ll try it out and see what they’re talking about. do you think if i ask who they kissed and ask them if they could kiss me, they would do it? shouldn’t be too much to ask for, right?” oh it was as if pins and needles were being used to squeeze poor isagi’s heart. he didn’t know why the thought of your face being close to another boys face made his heart squeeze out in pain, but if he could do anything to stop that from happening, then he’ll do it.

“i’ll do it!” red faced full of determination. he wasn’t going to let anyone else take this moment away from him.

“but you just sa-“ now you were confused. first he said he doesn’t care to know but now he does?

“i said i’ll kiss you!” why did you have to keep asking questions?! he thought this is what you wanted?!

even if it meant awkwardly placing his lips on yours….

that had you both reeling back because he accidentally put too much force that had you both knocking teeth together.

the full flurry of questions being launched at you both by your parents wasn’t something either of you wanted to happen right now (isagi’s embarrassment intensifying because he didn’t want to explain what happened and your nonchalant behavior toward this was not letting you admit that even though the kiss hurt it meant more to you that isagi was willing to do it for you cause your stomach to flutter).

leaves and petals didn’t start to grow out until the age of 16.

man was the second year of high school a whirlwind of emotions for isagi.

sure now he knew more about his feelings for you better than what he was questioning after almost making both your lips bleed after that failed first kiss (it still counted for him), but it didn’t make him feel any more secure when he heard all the locker room talk about girls. boys left and right asking him if he could ask you to meet them after school so that they could ask you out. all isagi did was nod, but he never did tell you.

not that you needed to know anyways. or when he noticed admirers slipping letters into your locker, he’d take them out and keep them in his bag. you didn’t need them and he especially didn’t need more competition. all you had to do was enjoy school life without any of these stupid guys trying to take his place (not like they had a chance when all you could think about was the new random last minute plans that isagi made for y’all to visit the burger joint after school).

that didn’t stop the whispers of rumors to linger around.

rumors of you being heartless.

rumors of you not caring for others feelings.

rumors of you leaving people standing alone.

sure they knew that you didn’t have to accept their feelings, but the least you could do was show up to reject them…

until they see the scene in front of them.

walking down the halls to your class, you didn’t pay any mind to the whispers and such that was going around, all you were focused on was giving isagi the attention and encouragement he needed for his most anticipated match this season. the prefectural finals.

ichinan vs matsukaze

you’ve told him time and time again. no matter what happens he’ll always be a winner in your heart, but you know that’s not what he needed right now. he just needed to know that you believed in him and that you know he can win.

and that’s what you did, ignoring the stares and giving your whole attention to him. nothing else mattered more.

and everyone could see that. that’s why no one bothered to confront you when they saw the scene of a blushing boy and his over enthusiastic friend throwing compliment after compliment at him. if they didn’t know any better, they’d think you two were already dating, just trying to keep it private.

and after the long awaited match and the devastating defeat, it was the walk back home that showed just how much he cared for you.

the silence was deafening, and you knew nothing you could say would make him feel better.

but to him, he couldn’t help but feel like he let you down. you believed in him but he couldn’t believe in himself to take the last shot on his own.

the only thing that brought you both out of this silence was the sound of him yelling out in agony, and boy was it soul shattering. here was the boy that worked hard no matter what, only to be stopped by his own what-ifs and uncertainties.

“i wanted to win…” all you could do was pat his back to soothe his pain.

it only lasted for a couple of hours until he got back home.

with the opportunity of a lifetime prompted itself, in the form of a letter, ensuring him that there’s more chances in soccer for him out there.

man he couldn’t wait to tell you about this (so much so that he ran to your house next door to share the news).

the flower of his love bloomed not too long after at the age of 16.

being invited to watch isagi play against the u-20 team with his parents warmed your heart.

you haven’t been able to keep in contact with him during his time in the blue lock program, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to support him with all your might from the outside.

seeing him zoom across the field, make plays you never got to fully see when he would play with his old team, and the all in all happiness that showed itself when he made the winning goal. you couldn’t have been more proud. watching him be interviewed and proclaiming to the world that he will bring home the u-20 world cup.

and it seemed that feelings were still running high because once he saw you he couldn’t help but run to you and press a deep heart filled kiss flat on your lips. with the whole world to see but not giving it a second to stop him from giving him a retry at a first kiss with you.

it meant a lot more when he could feel you pull him closer by his jersey.

letting everyone know just who you belonged to this whole time.

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puddle in my pants rn

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i’ve learned how to do gradient text… expect for my theme to change again😸🫶

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todays words of wisdom!!!

you can goon to anything, if only you believe in yourself

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currently working on:

lonely in paradise - nagi seishiro & jin kougasaki (bllk/tougen anki/sfw)

in queue:

3D - misaki kakoi (tougen anki/n.sfw)

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wait yk ENSEMBLE STARS TOO??? truly a person of class 🔥🔥

yes yes yes!! my all time fav is madara mikejima i love him so much<333

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gachiakuta ch125spoiler ahead

HES BACK!!! AFTER 32 CHAPTERS HES FINALLY RETURNED!!!!

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omg this is everything this was even better than i could imagine so good so cute LOVE IT

okay, hear me out, barou shouei meets you, fiercely independent woman and immediately declares to his Ubers teammates you're "his future wife".

but here's the kicker, he's all like "i can fix her". he's convinced that fixing you means turning you into a princess who’ll never have to lift a finger because he’ll do everything for you, making you completely dependent on him as his perfect little future wife.

his Ubers teammates, completely baffled and just looks at him weird because thats not how "fixing" her works.

check here for the fic!

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ty queen for coming home😛👌at 80 pity…

pulling for my beautiful queen shenhe… got this ginger dude instead… ig ill build u ajax. made it a point now that your c2…

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kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run

NOW PLAYING: nasty dog by sir mix-a-lot

WHO: mudano naito (tougen anki)

WARNINGS: SMUT (minors dni). piv. full nelson. size kink. mirror fucking. squirting. fem!reader. uses the word cunt. creampie. no protection (duh!!). lmk if i miss anything ill fix it ty!!

this is what mindless thinking gets you; it feeds into your deepest desires when you think of it, and you can’t help but mull it over and over in your head until you finally decide maybe it won’t be so bad to bring it up as a suggestion. 

it was always an unspoken rule between mudano and you.

if you have something to say, just say it. 

and it wasn’t the first time you two tussled in the sheets. nor were you tired of it either.

and it wasn’t like you ever had a hard time telling him how you felt or what you wanted, but just thinking of how mudano would react to what exactly you wanted him to do to you was something that made your head feel full of uncertainties.

if telling him outright wasn’t an option for you, then maybe teasing him about it would work. he wasn’t one to crumble under it. being the patient individual mudano is, he knew what exactly you wanted the moment you started to jab at him about his strength.

he just wanted to hear you say it. 

LIKE HELL YOU WERE GOING TO.

you weren’t going to tell him that you wanted him to use you. 

each time you two were in the moment, it just felt like he was holding back. like he didn’t want to hurt you. 

it never hurt you that he felt that way; if anything, it made you love him even more. you just wanted him to know that he didn’t have to hold back anymore.

you’ve seen him use his incredible strength on the field, training his students, or in battle when you’re fighting alongside him. it’s saved your ass multiple times and always has you reeling at the fact that he can easily maneuver you out of harm's way while fighting at the same time. 

responding to your jabs didn’t work, but if this was what you wanted, he was going to pretend like your words took hits to his pride. just for you.

if only you knew not to poke at him with words like that.

don’t poke the bear.

man, you should’ve listened to those words. had you listened to those words, you probably wouldn’t have ended up in this position—but oh, did you love it.

the strange, new position that he had you in made you feel everything. it allowed you to be soaked in the new sensation that the position forced you to take. with nowhere to go, and nothing to hold onto, just to trust him and his grip on your body that had him manhandling you. just making you feel the delicious shocks of pleasure that he gave you with his piercing thrusts. 

moans and groans and squeals replaced the silence. with your head pressed down, knees forced open, and cunt spread wide, nothing stopping him from just spearing into your tight space and worst—best—of all, you couldn’t even look away. because even if you move your eyes up, you’d still be met with a mirror reflection of what is going on. you had no choice but to watch as his thick cock stuff your drooling cunt and see it be coated in the sheen white cream that made the most slick, stickiest sounds.

he wasn’t letting you look away.

not when you practically asked for it. 

“do you think you can do it? i mean, if you can carry me for that long? i won’t push you if you think you can’t.” those famous last words are what hammered down the last nail in your coffin. 

wave after wave of just pure pleasure had your body feeling like it was being soaked in ice-cold water. each pointed thrust had you reeling from the pinpoint accuracy he was giving to your sweet spot and it made it better as the drag his dick did as he thrusts himself in and out.

it didn’t help that he was able to let out the most intense-but-quiet moans and groans right in your ear. 

losing your mind in his hold didn’t stop him from praising you for taking it like the good girl you are.

“you see how she takes me so well. so pretty for me. i know she can take more of me. we haven’t even gotten my dick all the way in. this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? don’t worry i’ll make sure it fits right. you just have to watch baby. leave everything else to me.” the night was still young, and he was going to make sure you got exactly what you were teasing him about.

thanking whatever is listening to his words for agreeing with you on adding to your shared room, thinking it was just a waste but now it’s serving its purpose.

feeling the need to thank the stars for allowing him have you and the privilege to see.

mudano didn’t think he’s ever settle down with someone who loves him just as much as you do. not because he didn’t want to settle down, but because in his line of work, he’s spent so long deliberately keeping his distance from those close to him because there’s no way of knowing what can happen the next time he’s face to face with any momotarou ready to take him away from you. sure he is considered the most elite combatant in the corporation that both oni and momotarou know of his powerful reputation, but everyday passing is just another day of being lucky enough to return back into your arms at the end of day.

that’s why he always tells you to just say what you have on your mind no matter what the outcome is. with how patient he is with his student, no matter how slow some can be, the same extends to you. a lot more patient he is with you than he is with them.

so when he sees that you still can’t be open with him, he just can’t help but let a small smile show when he sees you try to beat around the bush with your words.

so having you like this has him hoping that you see he will always take your words serious, no matter what it is. and if he has to fuck you in front of a mirror just for you see how much it turns him on, then you’d be there all night because nothing can stop him from looking anywhere than what’s in front of him.

and oh do you look so pretty when at the mercy of his ways.

he could feel the slight resistance on his hands as you try to push your head up. meeting his eyes can he really see your face flushed and cheeks stained by the tears you didn’t even realize leave your eyes. and how your hands fumble around to grab on to something-anything-to help you feel grounded in some way.

the view made his balls stir and his cock swell even more. he couldn’t wait to pump you full of his cum. the thought of it settling in your womb had his stomach feeling warm and heart full of love for you. but he couldn’t just yet. he needed you to tip over the edge once more.

and does the familiar feeling of your warm slicked walls squeezing him for all he’s worth come soon. wanting to let you ride it out before he lets go was the plan but nothing could stop him when he sees you cumming so hard the stream hits the mirror. splatters ricocheting and feeling it run down his legs. he couldn’t stop the snap of the thread as he releases into you.

both of you moaning in sync, he feels you drop your entire weight onto him. with soft thrusts to ride out the waves he can feel his cock softening, and slight pop! is heard and all he can see how is his cum oozing out of your cunt in thick glops, painting your lips a pretty white.

A/N: first time writing smut idgaf how cringe it is but i’ll try to get better:3 ty ari for beta reading!!!┐(´ー｀)┌

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