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satoru fucking you with his mask on claiming it's so 'his stamina can last longer' when in reality he doesn't want you to see the way his eyes roll back as he sinks into your sopping cunt <3
#x black reader#jjk#y/n#lol#gojo satoru fluff#jjk gojo#satoru gojo fluff#jjk satoru#satoru x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru smut#smut#jjk x black reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk drabble#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen satoru#satoru gojo smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x black reader#thingstedtalk
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Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.
Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. âWhat the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!â proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you
who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, âi canât even remember life before I met you.â or âi love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that iâll never be the same without you.â
yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so youâll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.
so that youâll never question why heâs changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.
#inspired by tiktok lol#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#yandere husband#yanderecore#yandere monster#yandere terato#terato#teratophillia#yandere male#male yandere#yandere drabble#yandere headcannons#yandere hcs#tsundere yandere#male yanderes
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"Can you just pretend to love me tonight? Please?"
Simon's never gotten a request like this before.
He's never had any qualms about selling his body. Whether it was for his cock, units of his blood plasma, or his war honed body. He's always done what he's had to - anything to stay off the streets and keep a full belly.
The girls who've paid him always wanted a brute, someone to mount them and take them for all they were worth. That was what he was used to, not some doe-eyed sweet thing begging him to be gentle.
"I want to feel loved." You admit, leaning back on the motel bed, thighs crossed in nervousness. "I um...I know I'm not very pretty-"
Simon leans forward on his knees and kisses you gently. Well, he tries to. The tip of your teeth graze painfully together as he mouths you. You squeak beneath him, hands going up to his shoulders to try and push him off on rabbit instinct. He pulls his mouth off of you just enough to mutter an apology.
"Sorry." He swallows.
You look up at him with impeccably beautiful eyes brimming with tears. You seem to finally understand there's nothing gentle about him even when he tries to be. Simon wants you to call him off, send him out of the cheap hotel. He knows he can't be as sweet at you want - as you deserve. He's just physically not built for that. At least, he's sure of it nowadays. He has a brief memory of holding his newborn nephew but it slips away just as quickly as it came.
"Can we just...go slow?" You ask again. Simon can hear the waver in your voice. You're unsure if you want to continue, but you seem to trust him for some reason. "Really, really slow?"
"Yeah."
He can do slow. He can do glacial. If there's one thing he can do, it's be measured, methodical. He wasn't a Lieutenant for nothing.
For the first time in years, he takes his time. He's used to the fast paced, hungry fucks that pay his rent in thirty minutes. This is...new, not wholly uninvited. He kisses down your collarbone, down the swell of your breasts. He nips at the lacy fabric (you dressed up for him when he was expecting just to rip it all off) as he makes his way down further. He laps at the skin beneath your belly button, making your belly flutter. Ticklish. He likes that.
Simon noses his way between your thighs, easily spreads your legs with his thick forearms. As he kisses down your cloth covered mound he admits he likes how you smell. Usually the taste of women turns him off. He prefers men, but desperate women pay more. You're desperate alright, although its a different type of desperation. Something about the nervous wetness staining your new panties has his cock jumping in his trousers. He presses his nose to the fabric, inhales deeply, and relishes in your shy squeak. Simon starts to understand your desire.
You want to be explored, mapped, and consumed slowly. You want to give up control but feel as if you can stop at any moment. You want to be seen, tasted, then completely devoured.
Instead of slipping your panties to the side, he licks his way down your thighs. You squeal and try to squirm away from the sudden sensation but he doesn't stop. He kisses down your calves and across the top of your feet. His hands are so large that they wrap around your soles completely. Simon pushes them up until they're up by your ears. He knows the position is uncomfortable for you, but he likes the view of your soft, cloth covered mound.
He nips at the back of your ankles and calves, licks down the expanse of your thighs, ans nuzzles into the gusset of your panties. Simon relishes in the squeaks and gasps ans twitches of your expectant body. It's been so long since he's teased someone, much less a sweet lil' thing like you.
Your scent is heady, comforting, nothing like he's experienced before. He finds he really likes just inhaling you in. You whimper, thighs shaking already. He hasn't even licked you yet. Simon finally admits to himself that you're stroking his ego.
He plants a firm, sweet kiss to your cloth covered cunt. The fabric is practically soaked through. He can smell your taste on the tips of his lips. His curiosity wins. He takes a firm, long lick from bottom to top. Simon tastes you, but also the flowery tang of your favorite fabric softener. You taste good. He wants more.
Simon finally releases his hold on your thighs. On instinct, or perhaps strain, they fall apart. You try to sit up but he tugs your body further towards the edge of the bed. He can feel the tension in his old knees from kneeling, but he ignores it. You've opened up your body to him. He wants to take full advantage of it.
Simon goes back to lapping at your clothed cunt. He doesn't stop until his tongue is raw from brushing repeatedly over the stitches. Drool drips down his chin.
"Off."
You huff in confusion, trying to sit up. Instead. With too easy of a tug, off come your panties. There you are. Simon knows he should slow his movements but he doesn't care. You haven't stopped him yet, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get those sweet lips in his mouth. He spreads you apart with his middle and forefinger. You're a sight to behold. Perhaps not pornstar perfect anatomy, but you're delicious looking nonetheless. He eyes your glistening, dripping slit. As bad as he wants to force his tomgue deep inside you, instead he presses a firm kiss to the hood of your clit. You jolt, trying to back away or pull him closer, he can't tell.
Simon follows your movement. He mouths hungrily at your clit, flattens his tongue and practically drools against it. He laps at you with a muted fervor. He doesn't want to hurt you. He can tell you're sensitive. It must've been awhile since the last time you'd had a man willingly do this for you. A damn shame.
Your shaky little moans are like music to Simon's ears. He follows them like a map. He circles your clit, traces the entrance of your hood, even dips lower to tease the sides of your inner lips. You seem to like that alot based on the sounds you make. He sucks on your inner wings and you squeal, thighs wrapping hard around the sides of his head. He does it again and and again until you're hiccuping in delight. Your slick drips down his chin and throat. You're such a good girl for him.
Simon knows he's going to make you cum, it's just a matter of time and technique. He has both on his side. He uses his other hand to pet at your entrance. He tries to commit your anatomy to memory, and so he takes his time dipping the pads of his fingers against your fluttering slit. Despite it obviously having been awhile, your cunt holds no resistance. In fact, it practically swallows up the tip of his middle finger. Fuck yeah, that's what he likes to see.
With measured ease, Simon slips his whole finger inwards and upwards inside of you. You keen and gasp and he can feel your insides twitching. You're tight. So tight he can feel his finger already starting to cramp up from the resistance.
If he's going to fuck you right he's still got some work to do.
#call of duty#mw2#cod imagines#mw2 headcanons#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#simon riley x reader#this was such a drabble#like i knew what i wanted to do with it and then it ended up just being old man simon oral sex#oh well i dont think anyones gonna really complain lol
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beo idk where i saw or read this but can you imagine a yandere! husband who would actually go insane if you left/escaped him?
like, actually insane. I'm not talking "ohhh my spouse left me :((( im gonna find them grrr" type of insane.
im talking like mental breakdowns, crying, screaming, actually getting ill, throwing fits and acting like a sick and deranged man because you're not with him anymore.
he's a rich guy, comes from an old money family. so obviously his parents and family all see the state that he's reduced to after his beloved darling left his grasp. and they absolutely hate the way that their son is so miserable right now. that's their son! and how could they let their son suffer? just how can they help?
so they find you on his behalf and bring you back to him.
like, they're sorry you're back here against your will but their son's condition is more important! don't you see? he loves you and you're just... just neglecting him! a good spouse wouldn't do that. you have to be with him. no questions asked.
upon spotting you, their son (who was literally clawing at his arms, nails all bloody) immediately switches moods and perks up. he's no longer the insane man he was just 5 seconds ago. now he's your loving and sweet husband.
his family all sees that, especially his parents, and they make a vow to make sure you never leave him again. i mean, they like you too! you're perfect for their son! why would you ever want to leave? you don't need to leave.
just stay here with them. stay with your husband. after all, he clearly needs you. and what type of spouse would you be if you left him again?
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere concept#yandere husband#yandere husband x reader#gn reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting#also#a platonic yandere! family in law who would make sure you never leave their son ever again?#reader is fucked lol#yandere hubby and yandere! family in law
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i think. I THINK. because bakugou is so bad at verbalising all that he feels for you, he goes above and beyond plus-ultra and everything in his actions. he knows he loves you, he thinks about it every time he sees you but he just canât say it. so what does he do? he covers the table corners when youâre picking something up from the floor. he does your dishes for you even when you didnât ask. he greets you at the door when you come home and he takes the time to set your bag down onto the cabinet and he bends down to take your shoes off. he prepares your lunch boxes to take to work everyday without fail. when itâs a sunday and you two are sleeping in, heâll use his head to block the sun from shining onto your eyes so you wonât wake up. so he can cuddle you longer. his actions are always over the top because itâs the result from having all of these iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou bouncing inside his head with no way of escaping and this is the only way they can get out to the world and into you.
#have this while iâm working on another bkg long fic lol#i swear itâs better this time#sy.katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons#mha bakugou#bakugou x you#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bnha bakugou#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo#bakugou fanart#bakugo katuski#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki x reader#katsuki#katsuki fluff#katsukibakugou#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou fluff#bakugou drabble#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katuski x reader
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katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.
and itâs all your damn fault, so he says.
you hadnât even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.
you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.
you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.
"katsukii.."
"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.
yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.
"all i said was that-"
"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.
"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.
"it's cus youâyou fuckin'â" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)
so he does the next best thing.
"ouch !"
he bites you. the asshole.
you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.
"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.
"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.
two could play that game.
"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.
"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think youâre funny ? hah ?!"
he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.
"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.
"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."
"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.
"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.
#needed a lil pic my up after this wretched episode#sigh.#on a more positive note#biter katsuki is back !!#an in full effect baby#..woop woop !#cash is not in the mood rn#my suki#i didnt rlly know how to finish this lol#urghhsn i lub my boyfriend#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou drabble#another drabble we are on a roll#yay (monotone)#bakugo x female reader
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toxic baby daddy rafe does something to me. no soft rafe (only with his girls and only sometimes). heâs abrasive and harsh. even more when someone messes with you. yooo where my panties at
mdni 18+
Itâs been three months. Three months without Rafe as your boyfriend. Three months of his only title in your life being your baby daddy. There were days where you would refuse to even call him that.
In high school, you loved the sound of his voice. You loved how the palm of his hand felt at the small of your back. You loved that being around him brought you a sense of peace.
Now, all you two do is argue. About everything and anything. Even if you do start half of them. Not now, though.
âWhat I do in my spare time is none of your business!â Luckily, Samaraâs in the living room, her noise cancelling headphones on as she watches some YouTube show, giggling when something funny comes up. Youâd usually try and pay attention to her screen time but you canât when Rafe is in your home and bitching at you.
âSo youâre whoring it up when Samaraâs with me?â His words are harsh, spitting them at you.
Your eyes are wide and bewildered as you look up at him, chest rising and falling from the intense match youâre having. âListen to yourself! Whoring it up? Are you from the fifties? Women can have sex without being called a whore nowadays!â
âSo you are fucking someone? Who is he.â Itâs not a question. Itâs a goddamn demand and you hate the way it makes your knees feel weak.
You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes. âIâm not fucking anyone.â
âDonât fucking lie to me, ___, Topper fucking saw you.â
âTopperâs your dick rider.â You spit back out. It comes without warning. His big hand falls on your neck, tightening around you. Your back pushes up against the wall, eyes wide and up on his as he stares down at you angrily.
His face nears yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A shudder runs through your body and you want to shut your legs to help ease the sensation between them but he forces his knee to you. âIâll kill any man who gets near you, do you fucking hear me?â His words are low and menacing. From anyone else, itâd be scary. Itâd drive you away and straight to goddamn police station. But from him? You canât deny how good it feels.
Rafeâs always been protective of you. Since you two met, heâs hovered around you like a scary dog, growling at anyone who came your way. It grew when you got knocked up in your senior year of high school. And it grew tenfold when your baby girl was born. But it got to be suffocating. You broke it off with him and it took him two weeks to realize you were being serious.
You would never admit that you made a mistake. Not ever. Admitting that you miss him only lets him win. It gives him a point. And yes, you should be mature enough to realize this isnât a game but heâs so damn cocky about it. The last thing you need from Rafe is a bigger ego.
âWho is he?â
âEric. Eric Jones.â You admit easily, breath shaky and full of a need for him.
âDid he fuck you?â
You canât answer. He repeats himself.
âDid he fuck you?â
You nod, hands falling to his arm as his hand tightens on your neck. His eyes wonât leave your face, taking you in completely. You can see it all. The anger. The jealousy. The twinge of hurt. He pulls his hand from your neck and pulls away from you. âCall your mother. Tell her to pick Samara up.â
âWhat?â
âJust fucking do it.â And you do. Like always, you do as told and Samaraâs off with her grandma for the night.
âHe canât fuck you like I can.â Youâre a drooling mess as he pounds into you from behind, the sound of skin on skin meeting fills the room. His hand is in your hair, forcing your head back. âTell me. Tell me how good I make you feel.â
The moans and whimpers coming from you wonât stop. You try to form words as he keeps shattering your world but it wonât come out. âFucking slut. Answer me.â His hands trail down to your neck, pushing you up slightly to sit as he keeps fucking into you. Your back arches up against him, toes curling as you feel the building ache in the bottom of your belly.
He groans loudly as he feels your walls clench down on him as you curse out loud, grinding down on him to reach that peak you want so badly.
âFuck, baby, youâre so fucking tight. He couldnât even fuck you right, could he? My poor girl, getting fucked by amateurs.â His fingers trail down to your freed tits, pinching at your pebbled nipples. âI donât care what break you think weâre on, when you need a good fucking, come to me. No one can ever make you this cock drunk.â
Youâre nodding frantically, âyes, yes, fuck, Rafe! Rafe! Oh, fuck!â You come undone when his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing at your sensitive and pulsing bundle of nerves.
At this very moment, youâre grateful for the house that Rafe bought you instead of cooping up in the one bedroom apartment you wanted when you moved out of his place. You had hated the power he had for giving you such a nice place but youâre grateful now as you moan and yell his name, body convulsing as his fingers keep working against you.
âRaaaafe, fuck!â Heâs pushing deep and deeper as he pushes your front side back onto the bed. The overstimulation is making you writhe beneath him, pretty whimpers leaving your swollen and reddened lips. You can tell heâs reaching his own end when his thrusts become harder and longer, momentum slowing.
One pump. Two pumps. Three. Four. And heâs groaning in your ear, his front pressed up against your back as he comes inside of you from behind, your cunt fluttering around him at the full feeling of his load.
â
You awaken hours later to the bed dipping beside you. You had fallen asleep in Rafeâs arms after he had cleaned you up and whispered soothing and sweet nothings into your ear.
âRafe?â You sit up tiredly, rubbing at your eyes to wipe the sleep away. His back is turned to you, the most relaxed youâd seen him in a while.
You scooch closer to him, pinched eyes trying to take a look at him. A small gasp leaves you as you see his bloodied and scarred hands. âGo back to sleep, baby.â His polo is covered in dribbles of blood, some drops of it drying up on his face.
You want to ask questions. You want to clean him up. But you canât. Youâre not a very good liar and the last time the police came around asking for your help, you almost broke, but Rafe was always thinking of you, his lawyer cleaning up the mess you made with the police. He had kissed and soothed you down from your teary apologies that night for being weak.
You nod, yawning softly, âokay⌠just⌠put the shirt in the wash.â Itâs his turn to nod, a soft smile on his face as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe thoughts#rafe drabble#rafe cameron drabble#outer banks smut#rafe cameron imagine#rafe imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron outer banks#yall I havenât written smut in a while#hope i did well lol
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sukuna never says âi love you.â
to him, the words are meaningless. heâs been alive for thousands and thousands of years, of course he knows what it means. heâs not stupid, but for some reasonâevery time it comes out of your little human mouth, his heart aches. you say it so sweetly with the cheekiest grin on your face, not a single care in the world. he hated it. three words, eight letters of pure rubbish. at least, thatâs what he thinks to himself. for sukuna, he expresses his love in a different way.
physical touch. flicking your forehead, teasing you, saying things heâd never say to you while you were awake. that was his version of love, he didnât need those stupid, stupid words. or did he?
âlove you, âkuna,â youâd pepper another kiss against his cheek. he tchs, the audacity for you to do something so embarrassing. he never says it back but you know deep down heâs got to feel at least something in that cold heart of his. he just has to, after all you did steal his heart in a way. and he stole yours. your eyes always had a glinting sparkle whenever those words would come out and he hated it. his response to you saying you loved him would always be the same.
âyeah yeah,â he gruffs. or a simple, âi know..â
butâ thereâd be a time where heâd regret not saying it back. a cold, cruel time where itâs just you and him, no one else. except, it would really just be him.
sukuna had a hard time at expression his feelings. itâs not like he hated youâdespite his rough, barbarous persona.
he didnât hate you but he did. it was complicated. it was a struggle trying to put it into words. all he knew was that he loathed how soft you made him, he noticed his behavior would change around you overtime. sukunaâs voice was get more gentle, his shoulders would relax, and heâd always finding himself flicking your forehead for some strange reason. itâs annoying,
youâre annoying.
the feeling was love though, it had to be.
had to be,
so the moment comes where he regrets not saying it back.
itâs something heâd continuously beat himself up over for. because now, here you are, laid all out near the ground in his arms. all four of his arms held you in a tight, cradling embrace and heâs got an expression you donât think youâve ever seen before. sukunaâs scarlet red irises were blown and fearfully dilated. his thin nostrils flared up and his slit brows contort in panic and confusion.
sukuna ryomen was scared.
âbrat. get up.â he murmurs, three simple words was all he said to you. three simple words but you could barely even hear them.
all you heard was a brief inaudible mumble. you saw his lips moving but barely any sound came out. your body felt crushed, the pain was excruciating. your limbs, they felt like they were on fire. getting up was the last thing on your mind and youâve probably sone the most careless thing imaginable.
you took a hit for sukuna, a deadly hit that was powerful enough to cost you your life. itâs funny thoughâall the talk of seeing your life flash before your eyes, and now, being snatched into the inevitable end, you were starting to really see it.
âget up,â he repeats, and this time, a single tear falls right onto your cheek. you meet sukunaâs gaze. the king of curses was a mere mess right before your eyes. he was like this for just you. teary eyed and sniffling, he canât stand this pain.
youâre being held in his lap and not once does his eyes leave yours. sukuna takes a while to speak again and itâs as if heâs carefully thinking of what to say. time was precious right now, but he didnât wanna think about anything. his focus was solely on you, his favorite little human.
âcan you hear me? say something.â
âyou .. youâre gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning too much, âkuna.â you hum, a weak finger stroking against his cheek.
archons, for whatever reason, that little comment brought a smile to his face. you were so annoying to him and yet, he wouldnât wanna be in anyone elseâs presence. everything hurt though,
your body felt scorchingly hot, your pulse remains to ring through your ears and you were wheezing a bit. âhey, hey,â he watches as you try to cling onto his hand. sukuna didnât know what to do, he didnât know what to say - all he did do though, was hold you. it was the least thing he could do. your hand was so small compared to his, his long fingernails gently tickling against your skin.
he didnât have it in him to scold you for trying to protect him. as fragile of a being you knew you were, you did it anyway. you risked your life for him. sukuna let his guard down and you jumped right in the way without a second thought for yourself. thatâs what love was, his heart bleeds at the recent flashback before a shaky breath leaves his lips. âthis wasnât supposed to happen. you canât leave me like this, please.â
âiâm not l- leaving.â you reply, your voice weak and frail. sukuna knew that was a lie. the more you stared at him, how the look of worry on his face paints and marinates his features, he was really scared. you were his everything, his breath of fresh air, maybe even his one true love. ânever gonna leave you, sukuna.â
and sukuna lays there with you on his lap. you seem still - too still. right before his eyes, he watches as your bodyâs temp run cold, final breaths making its introduction. everything was going so fast. he barely had time to react before he realized,
you were gone.
âno,â he whispers under his breath. the demon was at a loss of words. the feeling in his chest, it was indescribable. painful, and tight as he watches the light leave your eyes, something within him leaves also. a part of him. you were drifting away and there was nothing he could do about it. âno.â he repeats against, feeling a dull ache run cold through his body. sukuna didnât know what to do. heâs seeing red, but perhaps that wasnât just bloodshed and anger. maybe, maybe it was the one true feeling he was denying all along,
love.
his breaths become heavy once he realizes youâre actually gone. no movement, no cheeky replies, no random âi love you âkunaâs,â no nothing. the tear in his heart was enough to make him see the light with you. it hurt horribly, a lump in his throat builds up before he starts to weep. one tear comes then multiple shortly follow, landing past the thin fabric of his sown kimono and onto your lifeless body.
sukuna hated you. he hated how you made him so soft, so vulnerable, so weak. you came into sukunaâs life, stole his heart, and also broke it.
as his eye twitches, his smile had already faded once you left him.
for the first time in centuries, sukuna was defeated. his enemy wasnât a sorcerer, a curse, or even himself who he believed was his true worse enemy. sukuna ryomen was defeated by four simple letters, love. not only did you leave him in tears, but you also left him with an engagement ring inside his right palm.
he was far too late, he was gonna propose to you. that way, heâd build up the courage to say those stupid, stupid words. opening up his right hand, he stares at the ring he wanted to give you way earlier before this incident even happened. sukuna waited too long, heâd actually plan this for quite some time but again, he was scared.
with a defeated sigh, he surrenders, glancing at you for one last time. no smile on your face anymore but he just used his imagination. there you laid, peaceful, almost as if you were asleep. taking a deep breath, sukuna gives you his last gentle forehead flick before finally telling you the words heâs been longing to say for years.
âi ⌠i love you too, brat. never leavinâ you either.â
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rafe cameron was in love.
not the casual, summer fling kind of love that flared hot and burned out. no, this was the deep, ridiculous, iâll-put-up-with-anything kind of love.
and it was all because of you.
you were perched on his counter, legs swinging, a small bowl of strawberries balanced precariously in your lap. the sweet juice clung to your fingers and glossed your lips as you popped another into your mouth. rafe stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching.
âyouâre gonna drop that bowl,â he deadpanned. you shrugged, not breaking eye contact as you picked up a particularly plump strawberry and lobbed it at him. it struck him square in the chest, just above where his heart was. it left a faint red streak on the white polo shirt like a misplaced mark of affection.
âseriously?â rafe said with an air of incredulity, looking down at the stain and then back at you.
âoops,��
âoh, youâre done for,â he muttered, striding toward you. you squealed, trying to scramble off the counter, but he was too fast. his hands caught your waist, pulling you back before you could make your escape. you clutched the bowl protectively to your chest, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. âyouâre cleaning this shirt,â his face was so close you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his blue eyes.
âsure, sure,â you managed between giggles. âright after you apologise for looking like the perfect target.â he rolled his eyes, but his grip on you softened, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your hip. âyouâre so fucking weird.â
âbut iâm cute,â
he tilted his head, pretending to consider. âdebatable.â
you gasped, leaning in close like you were about to kiss him, and he did the same, his lips puckering just slightly. but before your lips made contact, you blew a sharp puff of air into his mouth. rafe jerked back, blinking in confusion. âwhat the fâwhat is wrong with you?â he spluttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched.
ânothing. you just make it too easy.â
shaking his head, rafe grabbed the bowl of strawberries from you and set it on the counter. before you could protest, he cupped your face in his hands, smearing a bit of sticky juice from your cheek onto his thumb.
âyou weirdo,â he said softly, his voice low and warm.
âyour weirdo,â
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Scientific purposes
drabble
featuring. viktor x reader
warnings. suggestive, kissing in the council room
requested. @pinklunarprincess
In council chambers which were dimly lit, the last vestiges of daylight filtering through the tall, arched windows. The air carried the faint scent of ink and parchment, mingling with the lingering tension of earlier debates. You remained seated at the head of the long mahogany table, meticulously reviewing the dayâs proposals when Viktor entered. He moved quietly, his mechanical brace clicking softly against the polished floor. His golden eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. This wasnât his first visit today. He had come by twice already under the guise of needing your counsel. But this time, his intent seemed different, and the way he locked the door behind him sent a spark of anticipation down your spine.
âI see youâve returned,â you remarked without looking up, your tone laced with playful exasperation. âWhat pressing matter is it this time, Viktor?â
He hesitated, his hands clasped behind his back. âThere are⌠complexities in the hextech approval process. I thought it best to speak with you directly.â His voice was calm, measured, but the slight tremor betrayed him.
You tilted your head, finally meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was undeniable, and it ignited something within you. âComplexities, hmm? Are you sure this couldnât wait until tomorrow?â
âNot with you here,â he replied softly, his honesty catching you off guard.
Rising from your seat, you took a slow step toward him, watching as his confidence wavered under your scrutiny. âYou seem rather insistent tonight,â you mused, the faintest of smirks tugging at your lips. âTell me, are these complexities truly about hextech? Or is there something else on your mind?â
His breath hitched as you closed the distance between you. âIââ he began, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. His gaze flickered to your lips, and he took a small step back, his resolve clearly wavering. âIt would be improperâŚâ
âImproper?â you echoed, arching an eyebrow. âSince when has that stopped you from seeking what you want?â
Your words left him momentarily speechless, and you could see the war playing out behind his golden eyes. Finally, he drew in a sharp breath, his voice barely above a whisper. âYou.â
You closed the remaining distance, your hands finding the lapels of his coat as you pulled him toward the chair at the center of the room. âSit,â you commanded softly, your tone leaving no room for argument. He obeyed, his movements almost mechanical as he lowered himself into the chair.
Hovering above him, you placed one knee between his legs, your weight barely pressing against him. The intimacy of the position made him tense, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as if anchoring himself. Leaning forward, your lips ghosted over his, your breath mingling with his as you spoke. âYou couldâve just said you wanted my attention, Viktor. All this talk of âcomplexitiesâ wasnât necessary.â
âIâŚâ He swallowed hard, his hands twitching as though resisting the urge to touch you. âI did not want toâoverstep.â
A soft chuckle escaped you as your fingers trailed up his jaw, tilting his face to meet yours. âAnd yet here we are," you murmured, brushing your lips against his in the faintest of touches.
The kiss deepened quickly, his restraint crumbling as his hands finally moved to rest on your hips. The heat between you was palpable, your bodies pressing closer as the tension that had been building for weeks finally erupted. Viktor's lips were fervent against yours, his usual precision and control giving way to raw need.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your lips brushing against his ear. "You've been driving yourself mad over this, haven't you?"
"Yes," he admitted hoarsely, his voice heavy with desperation. "You... sure are intoxicating."
Your teeth grazed the shell of his ear, drawing a shiver from him as you whispered, "Then let me consume you."
His response was immediate, his hands tightening on your waist as though afraid you might disappear. You could feel his pulse racing beneath your fingertips as you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. There was something beautiful about seeing him like this. Unguarded, vulnerable, and utterly at your mercy.
"You're trembling," you noted, your tone soft but teasing. "Are you nervous, Viktor?"
He managed a faint chuckle, though his voice betrayed him. "You have a way of... unbalancing me."
You smiled, your lips hovering just above his. "Good."
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katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.
itâs more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows youâre strong, but itâs just, he becomes so⌠unhinged when it comes to you.
itâs the way you milk him, he thinks. itâs the way your creamy walls suck him inâaching to be filled by himâ before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.
itâs why he has to be careful.
heâs not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state⌠dangerously so. he doesnât want to hurt his precious baby. so heâs careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.
but youâre never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just donât realize how dangerous you can be, do you?
youâre simply ignorant to it. yes, thatâs it! you have to be. itâs the only explanation.
why else would you be taking katsukiâs hand in your own as heâs fucking you (carefully, of course). youâre desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when youâre this fucked out already.
you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. itâs when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what youâre doing. you want to be choked.
the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.
he canât control it. heâs squeezing so hard youâre sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you donât care. youâre seeing stars right now. you both are.
warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears youâll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?
youâre both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.
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DCxDP where Danny moved to Gotham to escape Amity, and decided to become an EMT to fulfill his obsession, since heâll be found if he tries to go out as Phantom.
He encounters the bats as both civilians and vigilantes, and theyâre consistently amazed (and suspicious) of his ability to survive things that by all means should kill him, and to save others in the process.
Still, despite their suspicions (or maybe because of them), several of the bats befriend Danny, and make a point of making sure heâs doing okay during larger scale threats to Gotham.
Still, they never have any solid proof of anything abnormal about him until one of the bats dies in action.
It doesnât really matter much how it happened. Maybe they suffocated on smoke, maybe they drowned, maybe they were beaten or strangled or shot. What matters is that theyâre definitely dead, and theyâre not getting back up.
âŚUntil, that is, Danny removes his gloves, rubs his hands together, and uses the little control he has over electricity to force their heart to start to beat, their lungs to expand and contract. Until he uses a thin sheen of ice to cover their more serious wounds, and helps the bats at the scene to move them to the Batmobile.
Maybe, perhaps, Dannyâs cover as a normal civilian was blown after that.
Maybe.
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Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on.Â
Heâll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until youâre whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. Itâs a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, heâs right. And when he's wrong, itâs because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times.Â
He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until youâre squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; heâll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so itâs juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, youâve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him.Â
When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. Youâre moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he wonât let you. âNot yet,â he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. âBe a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.â
And of course you will, because heâs so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, âThatâs it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.âÂ
So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. Itâs just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one heâs been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out.Â
His watch is soaked in your essence, but thatâs alright. In fact, itâs exactly what he wanted.Â
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title: save me.
pairing: childhoodfriend!katsuki x reader
katsuki has always saved you, his princess.
the first time you asked katsuki to save you was in kindergarten.
you'd fell and scraped your knees after some other little boy shoved you to the ground, upset that you had taken the swings from him earlier. you were in tears as you begged, "save me kacchan!" as his eyes widened and a feeling he couldn't describe overtook him, he scared off the other boy, happily taking the praise from you as you looked at him stargazed, in awe of his strength.
from that day on he swore to protect you, in all the games you'd play, he'd be the knight, you'd be the pretty princess in the tower, and his gang of friends would be monsters, trying to attack you.
he'd superglued your hands together at recess once too, just to keep you with him. he smiled as he said, "now we'll be together forever!" the reprimanding the two of you faced because he did so was worth it in his opinion, as the message stuck throughout the years.
it manifested in his protective nature over you never ceasing even as you two aged. in middle school the guy who'd been rude to you to the point of tears in biology came to you the next day, shakily begging you to forgive him. guys wouldn't look your way, terrified to even upset you. when you confronted katsuki about it? he'd deny it, say you must've done something yourself.
katsuki felt you were the only one who was his equal, the only one he wanted by his side on his journey to become number one.
that's why he was glad to be with you in u-a, why he 'let' you apply without the public humiliation he'd inflicted on izuku.
since you two were together constantly due to the dorms, you'd do everything together. you'd study together, train, sit next to eachother in class, eat lunch together. you'd even developed a habit of napping in his bed, waking up with horrible 'bedhair', not knowing it was because he'd play with it when you were fast asleep.
and as you two graduated, becoming pro-heroes, getting married. opening an agency together, plans for children on the way.
plans that were all thrown out as quickly as they were conceived.
the last time you asked katsuki to save you was when you were bleeding out in the destroyed streets of the city. debris and destruction surrounding you as you struggled to even mutter the phrase. "..s-save.. me." you could barely see him, let alone see the heartbreak and despair in his reaction.
everything hurt, your body could barely process why. maybe it was the fact you were being impaled on a blade of steel, brought forth by the villain who'd caused this madness in the first place.
"you're.. you're gonna be okay." he said, equally for yourself and him. trying to convince himself this was all a nightmare, one he'd hope he'd wake up from soon.
but as he looked over at you, processing the fatal wound in your stomach. he knew he couldn't be selfish and lie to you a second longer.
his words came out cracked as he confessed, 'i.. i don't-- i can't help you.'
how dare you? how dare you try comforting him in your last moments, reaching out to coddle his face with the hand that wasn't mangled, softly smiling and ignoring the blood cascading down your mouth as you dedicated your last words just to him. "i love you.. you've always- been my knight, katsuki."
he felt your hand drop, but he rushed to pick it up. he had never felt so hopeless in his life, he always swore to protect you.. and yet? he failed. he was a broken man as he was escorted away from your corpse, only your ring to serve as a permanent reminder of what he lost.
he was a broken man as he tried and miserably continued life without you, seeing you in everything, yet never feeling you again.
the only form of solace he would ever get was to find that villain, and to pummel him into the ground. and he did so, feeling so gratified in the moment, as if he'd served justice in your honor.
but all the blood he'd shed would be worthless,
for nothing could bring back his pretty princess in her tower.
alt ending!
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come right on me (i mean camaraderie!)
á°.á starting a new job is scary, especially when it seems like you canât do anything correctly. good thing that your manager is always so kind and reassuring and supportive. when a client meeting ends terribly and runs so late that the two of you have to check into a hotel to spend the night, your sweet manager knows a good way to cheer you up⌠( fem!reader )
pairing tetsurou kuroo x reader word count 4.9k content contains praise kink, oh no!!! there's only one bed!!!, coworkers/power imbalance (he's your manager, you're the newest and youngest member on the team), slight manipulation from kuroo (he's aware of your crush on him and uses your admiration as leverage), occasionally refers to you as his kouhai, you call him kuroo-senpai, creampie, sex in an enclosed, semi-public space (the office's supply closet), first time blowjobs kinktober masterlist
If you had known that your transfer would have resulted in you getting fucked boneless in the supply closet of the company you work forâŚ
Well, you would have announced your job transfer a little bit sooner.
âKurooâ Ah!â You let out a helpless yelp as you feel Kurooâs teeth bite down on the soft part of your shoulder, sure to leave a mark. âK-Kuroo, slow down!â
âKuroo? Really?â He snarls, lifting his head up to glare down at you. âTsk, and here I thought you were a star employee. Is that any way to speak to your manager, or is it because youâre moving that youâre deciding to drop the formalities?âÂ
Your heart drops at the sound of Kuroo seemingly dissatisfied with you. Out of everyone in this office, heâs always been the one to root for you the hardest. You look up to him! Even when heâs upset, all you want to do is make him feel better. Just like how he made you feel better that time after that horrendous client meeting last monthâŚ
âKuroo-senpai,â you mutter out, avoiding staring at him entirely. âIâm sorry.â
Youâre bowing your head in apology, but Kuroo merely laughs, shaking his head.
âDonât apologize. These things happen.â Kuroo is smiling, and from the crinkle of his eye and the carefree tone heâs using, itâs genuine. Kuroo isnât upset with you, and somehow, this only makes you feel worse.
âBut I ruined the meeting.â You remind him. âI stuttered when speaking to the client, and then I totally didnât know how to properly react whenever heââÂ
This is when Kurooâs friendly demeanor darkens. âThere would be no proper reaction to what he said.â The client, an older man whoâs been working for so long in corporate Japan that back in his day, women could only serve as secretaries and belittled assistants, had made a less-than-savory remark on you and the way your pencil skirt hugs your figure. It had been a test of self-restraint for Kuroo to remain civil and smiling and to not punch him from across the table, but you donât know that. âOur company shouldnât sign contracts with men like him, anyway. Iâll write up everything in the report, and you wonât get reprimanded at all, okay?â Heâs back to his normal, cheery self, and you nod.
Kuroo always knows what to do.Â
And in your case, Kuroo is always making you feel better for being inadequate. A fresh college graduate, itâs a wonder how you managed to snag a position on one of the marketing teams for Japanâs Volleyball Association. Now, in your head, itâs a wonder how you manage to keep the damn position. You just canât seem to do anything right, and even your coworkers are no longer shy in shaking their heads and sighing every time you mess something up.Â
The only person who doesnât seem to mind the little mistakes you make or the minor trouble you cause is Tetsurou Kuroo, the official unofficial golden boy of the sports promotion division. Heâs a bit older than you, but still one of the youngest members belonging to the JVAâs marketing and promotional division. Already, thereâs whispers about how Kuroo is most likely going to move up the hierarchy and soon â the Chief of Public Relations position will be opening up due to an early retirement from the current chief, and everyone knows that Kuroo has connections with a majority of the monster generation; not to mention, heâs charming enough to get everyone to go along with what he says.
You admire your senior colleague greatly, and because of your admiration and the fact that heâs the most sympathetic towards you, causing him trouble always makes you feel ten times worse than when you normally mess up. Even if he tells you everything is alright, youâre still frowning, staring down at your shoes.Â
âAh, shit.â Kuroo curses, staring up at the darkening sky as rain starts to descend down on the two of you. âLooks like the storm is coming early.âÂ
âItâs more like weâre just running late.â You say miserably. Because of you, the client meeting dragged on for even longer than scheduled, and the two of you were already running on a tight enough schedule as is. The JVA needed to secure a contract with a sneaker company to do some joint collaboration billboards, and even with a major thunderstorm predicted for this evening, the company was convinced Kuroo would be able to wrap up the meeting (successfully) and get the both of you on the train home before the storm came.
Now, though, itâs later than when you two were supposed to catch the train, and with the way the weather is worsening at such a rapid speed, it seems like making it to the train station before the last one runs will be impossible.Â
âFollow me.â Kuroo tells you, trying to be heard over the wind. You nod, but you donât expect him to grab your hand. With the wind whipping in your face and the chill of rain soaking through your work clothes, Kurooâs hand is surprisingly warm. You allow yourself to be practically dragged behind him as he jogs to the nearest inn. Even in a soaked suit, running against the stormâs wind, Kuroo still manages to hold his own just fine. Youâre glad his back is turned to you; at least this way, you can admire his athleticism in private.
Kuroo leads the two of you into a nearby hotel. The place looks fancy; way out of your budget. You feel bad as you practically stand there awkwardly, wetting the nice, expensive looking marble floors of the hotel while Kuroo talks to the woman up front. You notice that sheâs biting her lip, eyeing the way the fabric of Kurooâs suit clings to his body because of the rainwater. It only serves to emphasize the muscles he continues to maintain despite no longer playing the sport heâs paid to promote. Seeing the way sheâs admiring him gives you a weird feeling inside, so you turn away, avoiding looking at them.Â
âBad news.â Kuroo runs a hand through the wet strands of his hair. âTurns out theyâre fully booked. Thereâs only one room left, but itâs a coupleâs suite.â
âOh.â It makes sense that the two of you would have to spend the night in the city. The trains have probably stopped running now, and with the storm, itâs only reasonable to just wait it out âtil the morning. âWell⌠A coupleâs suite should be big enough, right?âÂ
âSpace wise, yes.â Kuroo clears his throat. âBut itâs for couples. Thereâs only going to be one bed.âÂ
Oh.Â
You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you let this information sink in. A fancy hotel. A fancy hotel with a fancy coupleâs suite. A fancy hotel with a fancy coupleâs suite that only has one bed. And youâre with Kuroo, your very kind, understanding coworker. Your senior colleague. Your manager. Your totally hot manager.Â
âWhat should we do?â You peer up at him, looking at him for the solution. You donât know it, but he loves the face you make when youâre asking him for help. Your eyes go all wide and seek him out, eagerly awaiting for him to guide you.
âYou can have the room. This isnât the only hotel in existence, so Iâll probably head out and try to find a room somewhere else.âÂ
âNo!â Youâre shocked he would even want to go back out in this storm. Your exclamation is literally punctuated with the crack of thunder booming from the sky. âYou canât go back out there.â And because youâre aware of how rude your outburst was, you soften your voice. âKuroo-senpai, I donât think it would be reasonable for you to put yourself in harmâs way. Weâre both adults, right? I⌠I donât mindâ We can just figure out the sleeping arrangements when we get into the room?âÂ
Kuroo smiles.Â
âMy kouhai has a point. Youâre always so sharp, [Name].âÂ
You donât know why, but despite the chill of your wet clothes and the air conditioning of the hotel lobby, you feel a warmth settling in your tummy and rising all the way to your chest as you let Kurooâs praise blanket you.Â
For a coupleâs suite, there really isnât much space to work with. The bed takes up most of the room, a grand king-sized mattress, plenty of space for two people to sleep on (and with each other). Thereâs a tiny loveseat in the corner that might just have been there for decoration or the opportunity to try out a different position, youâre not quite sure. The bathroom is connected, and the place has rose petals all over the floor and floral scented candles lit up.Â
Kuroo lets out a whistle. âThey werenât kidding when they said coupleâs suite.âÂ
You can only nod in agreement.Â
âDo you wanna shower first?â The minute Kuroo suggests this, youâre instantly aware of just how wet your clothes are. Your white blouse is clinging to your skin, and when you look down slowly, youâre horrified to realize just how transparent the material got when drenched. Before you can get too embarrassed over the situation, Kuroo puts you (or tries to, anyway) at ease, just like he always does. âIâm glad no one else was in the lobby when we came, because Iâm sure I look a mess.â
A hot mess, maybe. And hot in the sense that Kuroo looks too good right now. He looks like he just came straight out of a designer cologne ad or something.Â
âY-you can shower first.â You manage to squeak out. âItâs only fair. Youâre the one whoâs been doing most of the work all day.âÂ
While Kurooâs in the bathroom, youâre practically spiraling. How are the two of you going to explain the charge of a coupleâs suite on the company credit card? It wouldnât have been so weird if you had been with one of your female managers or vice versa, but you and Kuroo are the closest in age to each other. The meeting dragged out for far longer than originally planned, and youâre worried about how the two of you will be perceived. If anything, Kuroo has the most to lose. Any enemies of his could easily use this as a way to stop him from getting his well deserved promotion. Oh God, you definitely ruined his shot at promotion. Youâre terrible. Youâreâ
âSeems like someoneâs thinking a little too hard.â Kurooâs teasing tone pulls you from your rapid fire overthinking.Â
You wish you hadnât looked up. Standing in front of you is a shirtless Kuroo, his abs tight and glistening with droplets of water left over from his shower. The white towel is wrapped around his waist, but the view heâs providing is already enough to make you acutely aware of the fact that Kuroo is a man. His normally uncontrollable hair is weighed down with water, damp strands hanging in his face. And he has the nerve to just stand in front of you so casually, as if he isnât practically naked!Â
Maybe youâre the weird one. Great. So youâre practically eye-fucking your manager after despairing over how you basically might be the reason why heâs going to miss out on a great job opportunity. Right after you performed horribly during a client meeting, and then made him save you by finding you shelter in a very nice hotel.Â
âIâm the worst.â You groan, frowning as you look up at him.Â
âHey, donât say that.â He frowns right back at you. âThatâs not true at all.âÂ
âYouâre just saying that because youâre nice.âÂ
He lets out a short, sharp laugh. âA lot of people wouldnât call me nice. Itâs sweet that you would, though.âÂ
âHow can that be true? Kuroo-senpai is the nicest person to me at work!âÂ
âAm I really?â You donât notice how dangerous the glint in his eyes are, but you do have enough intuition to sense a shift in his demeanor. âDo you like that your senpai is so nice to you?âÂ
You donât know what you do to him. Itâs why you donât realize how youâre essentially unchaining the beast locked up inside of him as you reply, âI like everything about Kuroo-senpai.âÂ
âIâm glad to hear that, because I like everything about my little kouhai, too.âÂ
Your eyes widen at this confession. The butterflies in your tummy are doing cartwheels right now. You canât believe what youâre hearing, what youâre seeing. Are you hallucinating right now? Thatâs the only reasonable conclusion, but as Kuroo leans forward, you find yourself leaning a bit further back, just on instinct. Heâs so much larger than you, more imposing. You feel like you have to shrink when he starts to close the distance between the two of you. He places his hands on the mattress youâre sitting on, effectively caging you in between his arms as he leans down even closer to you. So close that a drop of water from his hair lands right on your thigh.Â
âDo you like me enough to let me kiss you?âÂ
Apparently, you like him enough to let him do much more than just kiss you. The kisses start off gentle enough. His lips are a bit chapped, but you like the feel of them against your much softer ones. He swallows up your little desperate whimpers, and he moves at a pace you can adapt to. When he notices you getting more confident in your movements, he gets rougher, more aggressive. Itâs not just whimpers that heâs inhaling, now, but moans. Even in the heat of the moment, though, Kuroo still has enough restraint, enough decency, left in him to continue to ask for your permission.Â
âDo you like me enough to let me do this?â He asks you, fingers prodding at the buttons of your work attire. You nod weakly, dizzy with pleasure from just a few kisses. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when your bra is revealed to him, and then heâs helping you slip out of your skirt, and he has to take a few seconds to admire the matching lace set youâre wearing. âI didnât know my little kouhai was hiding this underneath her work clothes.â He mutters, and you canât help but thrive off of the attention heâs giving you.Â
He leans down âtil his mouth is so close to your ear, you can practically feel the heat of his breath as he whispers, âDoes my precious kouhai like me enough to let me play with her cute pussy?âÂ
You think youâre going to faint. You can barely breathe as you nod your permission, but he merely tsks. âUse your words, sweetheart. Otherwise, I wonât know.âÂ
Heâs toying with you now. Thereâs a purpose to him asking his questions the way he does; he wants to see how far your admiration, your devotion, to him runs. A workplace crush might let him get away with a few kisses, but what about pounding into your sweet cunt? Do you like him enough to let him do that?Â
Apparently, you do. Because youâre getting over your shyness. Because youâre whispering, âYes. I l-like you enough to let you play with my pussy.âÂ
âAtta girl.âÂ
Heâs on you within milliseconds. The pretty panties youâre wearing are now on the floor of this hotel room. Heâs quick enough to figure out how to unclasp your bra, and thatâs thrown to the ground as well. Laying completely bare and exposed, your work senpai wastes no time in having his hands explore your body, feeling out all the curvatures and angles that make you you.Â
He takes a finger to pet at your cunt, humming approval when he already feels traces of slick gathering on the pad of his ring finger. âDid you get wet just from a couple lilâ kisses?âÂ
You donât want to answer him, turning your head to the side in embarrassment because yes, you did, but his grin only widens. He presses a kiss to your cheek, finding you downright cute. âDonât be shy. You did nothing wrong.âÂ
You did nothing wrong.Â
Heâs always telling you this, and the kind words never fail to make you feel all warm inside. Thatâs one of your favorite phrases to hear, but somehow, it hits differently whenever heâs pairing that heartwarming phrase with his finger in your cunt.Â
âAh, fuck, youâre so tight, baby.â He grunts out, moving his ring finger in and out, in and out. âYou know what I think you need? I think you need your senpaiâs help in loosening you up. Itâll be good for you, wouldnât you agree?â
You nod your head enthusiastically, and because you think he might like to hear you say it, you admit what he already knows. âKuroo-senpai is right. You always know what I need.âÂ
âGood girl.â The praise has you tightening around his finger, and your reaction doesnât go unnoticed. He smirks, pleased with how sweet and pliant you are for him. A few bits of praise thrown your way, and you become a slut for him.
Itâs a good thing your senpai cares about you so much. He cares about you so much that heâs adding his middle finger to the mix, curling the two fingers against your walls, relishing in your little mewls of pleasure. Heâll have to stretch you out, get you all nice and prepped for his cock. He cares about you, which is why heâs going to let you cum.Â
âFeelinâ good?â He asks, knowing that from your moans of pleasure, you definitely are. His fingers work wonders within you, and Kuroo canât help but admire how cute you are, his little kouhai. What would you do without him, hm? He loves the way your knees jerk and how you whimper every time his fingers curl right up against that sweet spot inside of you, the one your tiny fingers canât seem to reach no matter how hard you try. Your cute little cunt is already so wet, so ready for his cock, that neither of you can seem to ignore the squelching sounds itâs making as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you. When he presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing tiny figure-eights on the bud, you cry out his name, tacking on that familiar honorific he loves to hear falling from your sweet lips, as you cum all over his fingers. You cum so much that your essence is dripping onto his palm, trailing down to his wrist, and he thinks that this is exactly where you should be, where you always should be.Â
âYouâre so good for me. Look at how much my good girl came.â He coos, and you should be embarrassed about the mess you made, but when he sings out his praise for you like that, you canât help but feel a tiny bit proud.Â
âCan my good girl make me even prouder? Can you take my cock right now, [Name]?âÂ
Even if you couldnât, you still wouldnât have denied him. Itâs a lucky thing, then, that youâre so desperate for him. You spread your legs even wider, inviting him, and who is Kuroo to leave such a precious girl waiting and wanting? Itâd be cruel to.Â
Which is why he doesnât make you wait.Â
Instead, he plunges his bare cock right into your pussy, groaning with satisfaction as he feels you clamp down on him. Of course youâd be clinging to him; youâre always clinging onto him, always following after him. Such a sweet girl, his lovely, adorable junior colleague. The kouhai who likes him so much, youâd allow him to fuck you nice and hard, to really make use of this coupleâs suite and its obnoxious sized bed.Â
He quickens his pace almost instantly, giving you no time to adapt to his girth and length. He grins when he sees your little fucked out expression, the way your tongue peeks out from between your pretty, pink lips and the way your cheeks are flushed, your hair a mess. The soft, breathy moans that escape from your mouth. Youâre going dumb on his cock, and thatâs perfectly fine by him. Let him do all the thinking, anyway.Â
Kuroo places a hand on your lower belly, trying to gauge just how deep heâs thrusting into you, and when he finds out, he applies more pressure, pressing down on your soft skin, forcing you to take every inch he has to offer. Heâs wringing out soft âah ah ah!âs from you, and your legs wrap around him almost instinctively as you warn him that youâre about to cum once again.Â
âSo soon?â He grunts out, grinning meanly. âNormally, senpais donât expect such slutty behavior from their coworkers, but since itâs me youâre going stupid for, Iâll let it pass.â Your legs are closing in on his body, your whole body jerking a bit as you start to lose control. âGo ahead and make me proud. Cum all over my cock like a good kouhai.âÂ
The minute the request leaves his mouth, you do. You cum all over his length, as he instructed, and he lets out a short laugh at how devoted you are to him.
âGood girl, my best girl.â He grunts out, fucking your cunt at a leisurely pace now before stilling, letting his own cum flood inside your perfect pussy. âMy perfect little kouhai. You did so good for me.âÂ
And with your cunt full of your senpaiâs cum, his cock still plugging you up and keeping everything tucked safely inside, he gives you a rather chaste forehead kiss that has you swooning.
Honestly, you donât expect much to change between the two of you. Itâs not like you think Kurooâs just going to get down on one knee and let you take his last name or anything. Youâre still trying to convince yourself that that night wasnât some hyper-realistic dream, and the only proof that it was real was the remainder of his cum still settled inside your pussy when you woke up the morning after.Â
Kuroo is still a good work senpai, always coming to your defense and fixing your mistakes.Â
But you canât help but wonder if he thinks that night he fucked you is just another work mistake of yours that he has to fix. Because of this, youâve gone out of your way to avoid him as much as possible. So when the director of your team calls you to his office to let you know that the transfer request you put in months ago, way before that night at the hotel, finally got approved, all you can do is bow your head in thanks and return to your cubicle in a daze.
You donât know what to do, and the person you would normally come to for guidance is the one person youâre trying to minimize interaction with.
However, word of your transfer spreads fast. After all, itâs a cause for celebration when the weakest link of the team is finally moving far, far away. Your coworkers are all being much kinder to you, and in the middle of them congratulating you on your move, you look across the room and lock eyes with Kuroo. His facial expression betrays nothing, but he quickly mouths supply closet before sneaking out of the office.
Five minutes later, you manage to follow him, gently opening the door to the closet, only to be dragged in immediately. The click of the door locking is loud, heard even above your rapidly rising heart beat, and thatâs how you find yourself being ravished by Kuroo, during work hours, at your workplace.
When he chastises you for addressing him so casually, you immediately feel terrible.Â
âKuroo-senpai,â you mutter out, avoiding staring at him entirely. âIâm sorry.â
âYeah?â He growls out, keeping you pressed firmly against the wall. âWhatâre you so sorry for? For avoiding me, or for withholding the fact that youâre going to move all the way to Kyoto?âÂ
You shake your head, tiny droplets of tears gathering up in your eyes. When you look at him like that, like a little puppy who just got kicked, it only makes him want to ruin you some more, if only so he can have the honor of being the one to piece you right back together again.Â
âSenpai, I-I didnât know what to do.â You wail out. âI was scared that that night at the hotel didnât matter to you, and I was embarrassed of how I acted then, and I applied to transfer to the Kyoto office ages ago, and when they finally approved it, I didnât know if it would be smart to pull back my request. Iâm sorry, Kuroo-senpai. Please donât be mad at me.âÂ
He leans down, pressing his forehead against your own. âNot mad, baby. I was just a bit upset, thatâs all.â He rests a hand against your hip, toying with the waistband of your skirt. âYou shouldnât have been embarrassed, though.â
âR-really?â
He nods. âYeah. I fuckinâ love my little kouhaiâs reactions. You shouldnât be embarrassed around me.â He looks you in the eyes, tugging down your skirt and enjoying the hitch in your breath. âBut it doesnât change the fact that I was hurt.â
âIâm sorry!â You squeak out again, and he sighs.Â
âIf youâre really sorry, youâll show me.âÂ
Apparently, the proper way to show him youâre sorry is to get down on your knees, ignoring the cold tile of the closet, and to unbuckle his belt, pull down the zipper of his slacks, and tug at his briefs in order to free his cock. Heâs already hard, the tip of his cock an angry red with pearly white droplets of precum already gathering at the head. You shouldnât be nervous; you had the full length of his dick inside of your pussy, but somehow, the task of taking him down your throat seems rather daunting.Â
âCâmon, [Name]. Is my little kouhai getting shy again?â Kuroo teases, gently nudging his cock against your parted lips. Your tongue reflexively comes out, and before you realize it, your giving tiny kitten licks, getting your first taste of salty precum. You must make a face, because he laughs, before carding his fingers through the locks of your hair and suddenly, very suddenly, pushes you forward.Â
He isnât rough, but the presence and pressure of his hand is firm. He doesnât push you down any further, but the first few inches of his cock is now resting against your tongue, and heâs savoring the warmth of your mouth, groaning as he feels the vibrations of you mumbling something in surprise.Â
âMm, this is a good starting point for an apology, donât you think?â He muses, knowing that in your current position, you canât really reply back. âSuch a good kouhai for me. What am I gonna do when you move to Kyoto?â
His voice gets a bit huskier as he forces you to take more of his length into your mouth. When he starts thrusting gently, slowly getting you used to the feeling of him fucking your mouth, he lets out a groan. âSo good, baby, so good. Do you normally let your senpais fuck your mouth like this?â
You mumble something, finding enough room to shake your head.Â
âNo?â He says, picking up his face. Every time he thrusts back in, he hits the back of your throat a bit harder, forces more of his length in. âYouâre so good at taking my dick right now, though. Donât tell me that this is your first time?â He looks down at you, eyes lighting up and a smile brightening his expression. âThis is your first time sucking off a cock? Of letting someone fuck you like this?â He laughs, the sound full of genuine joy.Â
âYouâre the fucking best.â He tells you, before tightening his grip in your hair and pushing you down onto his cock. This is the only warning he gives you before you feel spurts of hot cum flooding into your mouth, and your eyes widen in surprise at the sheer amount thatâs being poured into you. He lets out a little groan, tilting his own head back in pleasure as he keeps your head pushed down. The stimulation from you gagging around his girth only prolongs his climax, and you still canât find relief when he pulls out of your mouth because heâs instantly demanding you open up and show him what a mess he made inside of you.Â
You whimper, giving into your senpaiâs request. You open up wide, sticking out your tongue to reveal the thick globs of white cum coating the appendage. Fuck, just the sight of you all submissive, on your knees, teary eyed and ready to please, mouth full of his cum⌠Itâs enough to get him hard again.Â
âYouâre the best kouhai in the world.â He hums, patting your head, and you swallow up his praise just like you do his cum.Â
#tetsurou kuroo x reader#kuroo x reader#tetsuro kuroo x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#smut#one shot#drabble#lemon#kinktober 2024#kuroo smut#haikyuu fanfiction#imagine#well better late than never LOL
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"Look, Satoru! It's snowing!!!"
"Hey, hey, be careful! Grab onto my arm! I don't want you to fall!"
Your youngest watched another video. It was recorded late December after their dad's birthday. You were pregnant and their dad was panicking because he was afraid you were going to fall.
"That's one of my favorites."
Your oldest said looking over the others shoulder. Your oldest, Ichiro, grabbed onto his younger brother's free hand.
Jiro made no move to acknowledge his older brother as he continued to look at their father's phone. He scrolled to another video, making Ichiro heave a sigh before tugging him along.
"You made it."
Shoko was waiting for them at the entrance of Jujutsu High. A smoke resting between her lips as she gave them both a small smile.
"Yeah, sorry for the wait."
Shoko told him not to worry about it as she held out two letter for them.
"What are...?"
"Letters, from your father."
"And our mother?"
"She didn't write any. She... didn't think she would die, I guess. Or something like that. I'm not really sure. Though, what mother thinks that she'll leave her kids behind?"
"I understand."
Ichiro looked down at the letters that were handed to him. Both were from their father just as Shoko had said.
So, did that mean that their father knew he wasn't going to make it?
Ichiro slipped the letters into his back pocket, "we'll read them later. Anyway, where is Megumi and the others?"
"You should find them talking to each other in the main building."
Ichiro nodded as Jiro played another video.
"Thank you. See you around, Shoko. Come on, brother."
Your oldest didn't know how to get his younger brother to move forward. So maybe Megumi could help?
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#because of that gojo angst drabble#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#they have names now lol#gojo angst
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