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uracutieraka · 2 days ago
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Drama
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Arguments all day with your ’rents
Just to go out, gotta fight for this shit (Fight for this shit)
Gotta realize you’re a high school girl (High school girl)
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Older!college freshman! Matsukawa issei x F!reader
Tw! (Slight) age gap, mutual virginity loss, smut, mutual pining (??)
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Synopsis; you and mattsukawa have known eachother since you were babies, when he goes off for college and leaves you behind to finish your third year of high school you begin lashing out. What is he gonna do with you?
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Ever since Issei left for college, he’d received message after message of your mom telling him how you’d been lashing out and sneaking out to parties.
Disappearing into the darkness of the late nights, stumbling in to your window at 4 am, allowing yourself an hour and half of sleep before getting up and getting ready for school.
At first, it was fun and exhilarating. You had never disobeyed your parents, always a goody two shoes.
But now, your grades were slipping and you were breaking farther away from the perfect image everyone had painted you as.
Endless nights of your parents scolding you had passed, always ending with you rolling your eyes and slamming your bedroom door.
Then a few minutes later, without fail, your phone would vibrate, messages filling your inbox
‘Matti susu 💋’ it would read.
Do not disturb.
This continued for 4 months.
You hadn’t talked to the boy who you had taken baths with when you were babies in four whole months.
You were mad at him, for leaving you behind in this shitty place.
You hated everyone and all your friends, the only people you didn’t hate, were his friends so they were long gone.
That’s why you did this.
Getting dressed up in too-tight clothes and crawling out your window almost every night, hopping around party to party until the early morning hours.
It’s a Saturday morning - 4:45 a.m. to be exact - when you crawl back through your window.
Feet landing on the ground, you slowly shut the window, flinching when it squeaks slightly.
After shutting it you turn and sloppily shed your sweaty clothes.
Your room is dark, and your eyes heavy from a mix of tiredness and being under the influence of weed and alcohol.
You pull your tiny dress off and grab the giant t-shirt up off your floor where you had dropped it earlier in the night before you changed.
It was Matsukawa’s. You had stolen it right before he left for school, wanting it for “when you couldn’t sleep without him.” He had chuckled and rolled his eyes when he handed it to you.
“Whatever ya’ little perv.”
You scoffed, feigning disbelief.
“I am not a pervert!”
He raised a brow and put a hand on his hip sassily.
“You so are.”
That was one of the last conversations you had with him before he left.
You now plopped face down into your bed, taking in a deep breath and only turning your head to breath out.
Your eyes have now adjusted somewhat to the darkness.
Enough to make out the dark figure sitting on the chair by your vanity.
Grabbing your phone you fumble to press the flashlight button.
Thinking it was probably a pile of clothes and your eyes playing tricks on you.
It wasn’t.
The lamp next to the chair clicks on.
You turn your flashlight off and now are sitting on your knees on the bed facing the chair and light.
“What the fuck is your problem?” You sneer.
“Is that really how you’re gonna greet me after ignoring me for months?” The boy chuckles, standing up from the seat. With 2 long strides he is now at the side of your bed, hands in his pockets as he looks down at you.
He leans over you and squints his eyes.
“You’re cross faded right now.” He says, like its a gross fact.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms.
“So what?” Your tone is harsh and words are slightly slurred together. You hiccup and look at him, forcing a pouty look on your face.
Makeup smeared everywhere messily. Lips plump from whatever it was you had been getting into earlier that night.
Matsukawa was breathless.
You looked so beautiful with the soft light hitting your face, outlining your features.
The smeared mascara and eyeshadow made your eyes pop, and his t-shirt that fell halfway down your thighs hugged your body.
His eyes trailed over you, down your jaw and neck, to see the shoulder that was showing from the loose material of his old band tee.
“So what?,” he scoffed leaning back up to look down at you. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
His words strike your heart.
You roll your eyes, throwing your self to lay facing your bedroom wall now, not wanting him to see the tears that are welling in your eyes.
“Whatever.” You say, though he picks up on the way your voice cracks slightly at the end.
He lets out a quick huff, crawling on the bed behind you.
He lays the same way you are but keeps space between you.
Theres a few minutes of complete silence before he speaks.
“Why have you been ignoring me?”
You lay there for a moment before clearing your throat and flipping over to face him.
You study his features, his hair has grown, now he has small curls that now fall over his forehead.
You reach out and twist one on your finger, something that you used to do until he chopped them all of his first year of high school.
He had kept them short until he left for college.
You sigh, letting the curl unravel itself from your grip.
Watching it bounce back into place you finally speak.
“Why’d you leave me here all alone su-su?”
Your voice is a meek whisper, no doubt from the partying.
A soft smile over takes his expression, followed by a slight chuckle.
“Im only 2 hours away.”
“Yeah but you’re not here!”
His face contorts to hold a small frown.
‘Mm’ it’s a disapproving grunt.
You look at him with sad, puppy dog eyes and he can’t help but feel horrible for going off to school.
“I know it’s not fair of me to be upset because I can just come to you whenever,” you blow a strand of hair out of your face and move so you’re now laying facing up and looking at the ceiling. “But It’s just so depressing without you here.”
Your head drops to look at him, awaiting his reaction. You can see him thinking hard about how to respond to your vulnerability. His brows are furrowed slightly as his lips are curled into a quizzical scowl.
A moment passes and he finally speaks up.
“Yeah but I can always come back here too, you just never reach out so I don’t.”
Heat crawls up your face, embarrassed at yourself.
The illicit substances are still flowing in your body, you can tell by the way you’re hot all over and the fact you can hear yourself slurring your own words when you speak.
“Jus’ missed you su-su.” You say wiggling around until you’re positioned in his arms, your face in his chest.
He wraps his arms around you, bending his wrists so his fingers can wrap themselves in your hair.
He moves to adjust to the new position, allowing his head to get comfortable, his chin rests itself on the top of your head.
He breathes in through his nose deeply before he talks again.
“I’ve missed you.”
You and Matsukawa had always been affectionate, to the point his friends would tease him about how normal friends weren’t that close.
He knew that. He didn’t need his annoying ass homeboys telling him too.
It was all innocent though! Holding hands, kisses on the cheek, hugging, or you hugging the large boy’s side as he had an arm draped over your shoulders, and even cuddling to go to sleep.
But, when he went off to school his horizons were… opened… in a sense.
Frat parties and girls throwing ass became a regular occurrence for him, but even with countless girls making advances at him and his friends trying to peer pressure him into joining hookup culture, he held loyal to the younger girl from back home.
Simply shutting them down with a simple “I already got a girl.”
Though you not speaking to him was driving him crazy, so crazy that he was loosing sleep over it. That’s why he decided to take the first train to you on Friday night.
He had arrived at 3 a.m., letting himself in with the spare key your parents gave him years ago.
He of course had told them he was coming into town late, but they didn’t care, just happy he was coming to see you.
The thing about Matsukawa though, was that he was sneaky. Since your parents loved him so much they would never assume he had ill-intent by coming to town on a Friday.
Which, they were right, he was in college so weekends tended to be easier to visit on, but this Friday was different.
This was the 2nd Friday of the month. Which was conveniently the Friday your parents went into the city for the night every month for date nights.
It had been this way for over 10 years.
He had other intentions for this visit though, none that could be considered innocent.
All those girls had him thinking of you, the images of you that had started filling up your private finsta had him nearly banging his head against the wall.
Tiny dresses that had your chest spilling out of them, tiny shorts that were basically just underwear and lowcut shirts all had his mind reeling.
‘Who are you showing off for?’
The question thumped the inside of his skull every night as he viewed your photos and highlights.
Thoughts of the girl he had known as long as he could remember turned from innocent jealousy to something evil.
He knew he was done for when your provocative images were the only thing that could get him off.
He felt dirty every-time he palmed himself to your feed.
He didn’t care though. You were going to be his and he was going to be sure of that.
You pushing your head harder into his chest broke him out of his train of thought.
“Y/n”
“Hmm?” A quiet questioning hum leaves your throat. Eyes closed as you breathe in his scent.
“You know we’re more than just friends right?”
You pull back enough so you can make eye contact with him.
You look over his face once before responding.
“I know.”
“So then what are we doing? Why have you been ignoring me?”
You resettle yourself into his chest, inhaling and mulling over the real reason why you were so upset at him.
“Because,” you close your eyes again and take a deep breath to calm down. “Because what if you found a girl there? In the city? I wouldn’t want to hold you back Issei. And it made me upset because I love you a lot.”
Your mind is still fuzzy so you’re slow to recognize the words tumbling past your lips.
You hear his breath catch in his throat before he begins choking.
He sits up and catches his breath, finally finishing his coughing fit.
You sit up now too, realizing what you just said.
“Im sorry! I- i didn’t- i do love you but I-“ youre cut off by warm lips on yours.
You kiss back, melting into him.
You deepen the kiss and reach up grabbing his shirt collar, guiding him with it.
You gently push against him with your hands and he lays back on your bed.
You simultaneously swing your leg over him, straddling the lanky older boy.
His hands find perch on your hips, circling his thumbs slowly on them.
You break the kiss and look down at him.
He smiles up at you widely and you smile back. Giggles escaping the both of you, it was the type of laughter that you only have when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to be doing with someone you’re close with.
You lean down, smile still on your faces as you kiss his cheek, peppering soft kissed down his jaw and on to his neck.
He tilts his head, allowing more space for the action.
He uses his hands to move your hips against him, a quiet moan leaving the back of his throat at the friction and sensation of kisses on his neck.
You giggled, letting him continue to rock you as he pleased.
You kiss back up his neck and jaw until you land back on his mouth.
You lock lips with him , resting your hands on his shoulders as you start moving at your own pace.
He gasps into your mouth at the unexpected change of pace.
After a moment he flips the two of you over.
Looking down at you, he studies your face.
You feel embarrassed at his lingering stare, what if he looks at you too long and notices all your flaws?
“Y/n,” his voice is raspy and low. You look back up at him and his gaze is intense. “Those pictures you’ve been posting…,” he lets an airy chuckle escape his mouth as he slightly drops his head and shakes it, like he’s trying to shake bad thoughts out of his head. “Who are you posting them for?” His eyes now locked on you.
The heat in your cheeks burns even harder than it had been. You contemplate telling him the truth or saying no one.
“You.” It’s a hushed whisper, you look so cute under him, giving him a bashful look.
You now see his face flush as he looks away from you.
After a few beats of silence he turns his head to face you again.
“Good.”
It’s not bold and he still has a hint of nervousness to his tone.
Leaning down he captures you by the lips yet again.
He’s more fervent than before, grinding into you, kissing sloppily down your neck.
You stop him by grabbing his face and making him look at you.
“Are we really gonna..,” you look away as your voice drops to a whisper. “Have sex?”
You have doe eyes as you look back to him, awaiting the older boys answer.
His face softens at the way you look at him.
“Do you… want to?” He whispers back to you.
He’s always been like this.
So sweet to you that it made his friends throw up at how different he acted when you were around.
Obviously you two would bicker and tease each other but it was never the way he was with literally anyone else.
He’s still looking at you, but now he rolls onto the side of you.
He brings his hands up and uses his index finger to trace your jawline.
You look over at him and finally give your answer.
“Yes,” his eyes light up a bit before you speak again. “But, you have to be 100% honest first.”
An eyebrow shoots up on his face.
“About what?”
“Haveyoubeenwithanyoneelsebehonestrightnow.”
You look away from him, nervous to hear his answer.
“Woah- no! I most definitely have not!”
He’s actually kind of hurt that you would think he would do that to you.
“Promise?” You stick your pinky out at him.
“I promise.” He laces his with yours, signifying he true to his word.
You sigh and flip yourself back on to his lap.
“Good.” You say, a playful grin tugging at your lips.
“Have you.”
“Hell no!”
He chuckles before lacing his hand through the hair on the nape of your neck, pulling you back to him.
Just before he kisses you he whispers, breath on your lips. “Good.”
This time the kissing is different.
Theres a confirmed goal between the two of you and it’s hard to slow down now.
The finish line is so close.
Issei’s hand untangles itself from your hair and makes it’s way down your body.
Finding itself back you your hip for a brief moment, until he slides two of his fingers along the hem of your underwear.
You flinch at the sudden movement, but allow him to continue.
Your stomach is swarming with butterflies and youre body is so hot you might melt.
“Ya’ know y/n….” He says now running his fingers back and forth on the hem slowly. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to calm you nerves. “All those girls at school only made me miss you more than I thought was possible.”
He traces his finger lightly up you naval and over your ribs, splaying his hand out flat against your side, his thumb makes small circular movements on your skin.
You now open your eyes and study his expression.
His eyes are heavy and lidded, no doubt from arousal and the fact it’s now past 5 in the morning.
“Issei.”
He looks away from where his hand connects to your skin, eyeing the cute lace underwear you had on.
“Hm?”
You move his hand and back on his lap.
“Can we please keep going?”
He was so caught up in enjoying your presence he had almost briefly forgotten what you two were doing.
He flips back over you with a small smile.
He looks nervous. You had only seen him like this a few times in all the years you had known him. So it was unexpected from the usually confident man.
You reach up and cup his face, rubbing your thumb faintly over his bottom lip.
You pull him down towards you, restarting what had abruptly ended a few minutes ago.
Kissing back you and him fall back into the same pattern you had been in prior.
This time it’s for real. There’s nothing stopping the two of you.
He pushes the bottom of your shirt up, and you break away only to sit up and throw it off of you.
His eyes fall down to your chest. He had never seen real boobs in person before. At least not like this.
“Su-su?,” his gaze comes back to your face. You point to his shirt. “Your turn.” It’s meek, as if you were embarrassed to even hint you wanted him to discard his clothes too.
“Oh! Sorry!” He quickly takes his shirt off, then stands to drop his pants to the floor.
He quickly kicks them off his ankles and gets back on your bed.
Youre both sitting facing each other, both on your knees.
“Now what?” He throws a hand to rub the back of his neck, unsure what to do, or more what you wanted him to do.
“Now, you kiss me again and uhm,” your face grows a deep shade of red. You look down at his hands, resting on his knees. “You touch me.”
“Okay.” He says, letting a breath of air escape his mouth.
Leaning over you two reconnect. Lips matching eachothers paces.
At first hes slow and gentle but then he deepens the kiss, speeding up his movements.
Hes now over you (again, damn you guys really need to stop stopping.) hand running up and down the sode of your thigh gently.
You weren't unaware of just how large Matsukawa was.
You were in fact the opposite. His large size never failed to amaze you.
When you were younger, it was cool. He was so much taller than everyone!
You never thought anything weird of it until last year year.
You were with him, and a few of his volleyball teammates at his house.
They were 17 and had gotten the opportunity to have a house to themselves.
It took Matsukawa weeks of begging his parents to let him have his friends over.
It took you one minute and a promise of no funny business under your watch.
They agreed, trusting you more than him.
Though, promising a whole house for a weekend to multiple teenage boys is basically asking for something bad to go down.
Long story short, the other 3 boys had scrounged around their parents cabinets for any alcohol they could.
“9 beers, half a bottle of sake, and 2 whole bottles of wine, curtsey of Tooru.” Hiro speaks out to the small group.
‘Not bad’s followed the statement.
An hour later, you guys were all giggly and drunk, never having drank this much before.
“Ok, ok so youre telling me you two have neverrrrr,” Oikawa points a finger back and forth between you and Issei. You’re lazily leaned up against his side, as his arm rests around your shoulder. “Ya’know…did it?” A shit eating grin is plastered on his face.
Your face is burning hot from the topic of conversation.
Issei is looking away from you, but you can tell he’s also feeling the same way you are.
You nod ‘no’ to Oikawa’s question. Ignorantly hoping that would be the end of it.
“I mean think about it from y/n’s perspective.,” now Iwaizumi joins in. You turn towards him, thinking maybe he would be your savior. You were wrong. “Mattsun is like, ginormous compared to her, and i mean, not to be like gay, but he’s probably… well endowed.”
Your face is now sheet white from the statement. Grabbing your can you chug the last of your beer.
“Dude!” Issei now shouts out at his friend. Throwing the nearest pillow at the other boy.
“Sorry! It’s just a thought bro!”
“You’re so gay!”
“Am not!”
The two boys keep bickering as you now look back over at Issei.
It’s like a switch flips in your head. A sudden shift in your guys relationship was felt by both of you.
From that point forward you two could barely touch each other without shying your faces away from one another.
After a few months though it slowly became normal for you two again. This time though-when he would pull you close into him while walking home, or scoot closer to you on the bench at lunch, just so he could be near you- a new feeling settled in your stomach.
Something sweet but hungry.
That’s how you felt now.
There was something in the deepest, darkest parts of you that was starving. Something animalistic.
A hand sliding over the material of your underwear grounds you.
Your breath hitches in anticipation.
He looks at you, a glint of mischief and curiosity is in his eyes. You know this look. It’s the look he gets when he’s testing the waters with how long he can get away with do something before pissing you off.
This time though, its for a different reason.
How far can he go until you’re begging for him?
He had now come to realize he could go pretty far.
Your underwear are long gone, hands entangled in the boys curls.
He’s 2 fingers deep into you, mouth working the rest of you.
For a virgin he was surprisingly good at this.
You wondered for brief second if he had lied to you but that train of thought was quickly lost when he pulled back from you.
“Am I… doing it right? I’m not really sure what i’m doing.” His fingers are still moving in and out of you, his eyes are locked on your face, trying to read your expressions.
You grab his wrist hinting for him to stop, so you can properly answer him.
You pant for a few seconds before propping yourself up to look at him.
“Yes. Really good. More than good Issei.”
You get a good look at his face, his pupils are dilated, hair messy from your fingers, and the bottom half of his face is glistening from a mixture of his saliva and your arousal.
“Okay, good.” He says, a smile yet again takes over his face.
He goes to move his fingers again but you grip on his wrist again.
Biting your lip, your eyes now avoid his.
“Can we, uhm, y’know..”
His eyes widen. Anxiety now wracking through him again, but also a sort of excitement at the prospect offered to him.
“Yes!” It was more desperate than he had hoped, internally he cringed at it.
He repositioned over you. Pushing his underwear down and kicking them off.
You look down.
“Woah.” Your eyes are opened wide, mouth slightly agape.
He studies your face, now growing nervous at your staring.
“Is something wrong?” He asks.
You look back at him. “No! It’s just, like, really big…”
Issei swears he could’ve finished in that moment, but he didn’t. He was proud of himself.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“Issei,” You have a pitiful look on your face. “Please?”
He doesn’t know what happened.
One second he’s reassuring you, the next he’s pushed all the way inside you.
Your whimpers and clawing at his back makes him damn near primal.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yes! Please, do something Issei!” You whine out to him.
You feel full. Unable to do anything but think about Issei.
A guttural moan leaves his throat.
He slowly pulls back and you hiss at the burning.
“A-are you sure you want me to-,”
“Issei. Do it.” It’s stern but reassuring for him in a way.
He keeps going, eyes trained on where you two connect.
He quickly slams his hips back into yours.
A loud moan leaves you.
Its the best thing he’s ever heard, and now he’s determined to hear it more.
He quickly sets a pace, slow and steady.
Your hands are entangled in his hair again, slightly pulling whenever he thrusts back into you.
“Fuck! It’s so big!”
“D-dont, fuck, don’t stop!”
Your words thumped in his head. The encouragement only made him go faster and harder.
He cant stop staring at your face, watching how every movement has your eyes rimming up with tears.
You had been entranced, staring at where he filled you up. Now you look back up at him.
“You’re s-so pretty -aha- Issei!”
The once determined drive to fuck you was suddenly turned into something else.
Now he was determined to make love to you. Suddenly realizing how intimate this moment was.
Having you here like this for him, so pretty and vulnerable.
He’s filled with so much love for you it hurts.
“Fuck, i fucking love you.” He states, it’s broken up between thrusts and soft moans leaving the both of you.
“Love you too issei.” You pull him in for a sloppy kiss.
His movements are slow and languid.
He’s focused on making you feel good.
His thumb is stroking your cheek as he peppers small kisses and sweet nothings to you.
It’s not much longer until you feel a knot forming in your abdomen.
“I-i think m’gonna cum.” You say.
“Wha- okay, yeah, me too.” He’s breathing hard.
You can see the sweat beads on his face, resting where his brows are furrowed together in concentration.
He continues the pace, hoping to bring you both to your releases at the same time.
And he does.
“M’cumming su-su!”
“Shit- me too baby!”
He thrusts into you a few more times before letting out a loud groan.
You had cum slightly before, it tumbled into him doing so as well.
Collapsing on top of you, he turns and kisses all ovver the side of your face quicky.
“Mwah!mwah!mwah!” He says as he does so.
You laugh and ghost your fingernails over his shoulder blades.
“You’re so stupid issei.” It’s a followed by a soft giggle.
“Whatever. You’re the stupid one.”
“What?! How?!”
He looks at you raising a brow.
“Sneaking out? Partying? Failing your classes? All because I went off to school and you thought i’d meet another girl? That’s stupid.”
“Whatever…”
“You know I’m right.”
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8 months later
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“Are you excited to start university?” Hiro’s voice chirps at you from across the room.
“Yes! I’m happy i got into the same one as you and Su-su.” You beam at him.
“Yeah. Matsukawa won’t shut the hell up about it,” his eyes roll. “And just so you know. You will not be taking over our dorm.”
“Whatever Hiro.” Your eyes roll and your smile is now replaced with a scowl.
“Hey, hey, you two! Calm down. Y/n’s parents actually love her and so she has her own dorm like a damn brat.” Oikawa’s voice now interrupts you and Hiro making faces and flipping each other off.
“I am not a brat!” Your tone is whiney, like a toddler throwing a fit.
“Loud and wrong.” Iwa’s voice is harsh and cold, but you know he’s just poking some fun at you.
“Leave her alone! Just because our parents didn’t want to pay thousands extra for us to have our own rooms doesn’t make her a brat!” Your, now, boyfriend Mattsun says, approaching behind you.
“Issei don’t be sarcastic! I’ll have you guys know my parents only did it because i finished with perfect marks in school. So it’s my reward.” You cross your arms, huffing and looking away from the four boys who are all gathered in your room, helping you pack for college.
Hiro puts on a fake frilly posh accent, “my daddy says because i did a good job he’s going to buy me a Mercedes!”
“Shut up Hiro!” You holler.
The boys are all snickering at your annoyance.
“All right, all right, our bad.” Iwaizumi huffs out and uses his hands to motion for everyone to calm down.
“Now on to more pressing matters,” Oikawa speaks. “Care to explain why these are in your dresser drawer y/n?” He now reveals a box of condoms.
You feel your heart drop to your feet, then a sudden need to defend yourself comes over you.
“Why are you opening my underwear drawer?” You point at him.
His face drops.
All the boys are now giving him blank stares, waiting to see what he says.
“You told me to empty them out! I didnt know it was your underwear drawer. But when i opened it these were on top!”
You roll your eyes.
“Perv.” You scoff turning away to resume filling the box you had with your belongings.
“Whatever. Answer the question.” Oikawa says.
“It’s pretty self explanatory.”
“Yeah but these are magnums.”
“Ok? We already had this conversation last year at Issei’s.”
“Uhhh, nuh uh!,” oikawa wags his finger back and forth. “We had they hypothesis it wouldn’t work. Thats what we talked about.”
“Tooru..” Issei now interjects. It’s a warning to him to stop having this conversation.
Oikawa doesn’t listen.
“So?”
“So what?” You sneer.
“Does it?”
“Barely! There! Are you happy?” You are obviously exasperated at the fact you had to answer or deal with Oikawa never leaving you alone about it.
‘Ayeeee’s and a ‘my boy!’ Fill your room for a moment.
You walk over and snatch the box from Oikawas hands.
“Asshole.”
He sticks his tongue out at your reply.
Issei moves forwards and wraps his arm around your waist, his other reaching around to grab the box out of your hands.
“I’ll take that!” He says with a smile and kiss to your cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” A faint blush dusts your face, and a small smile, despite your annoyed tone.
Issei can tell you’re not mad.
“You know you love me.” He says, a smirk on his face.
“Unfortunately.” You now deadpan out to him.
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notrobinsomethingworse · 4 days ago
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Honestly he would just be like “tt, pathetic Todd. I have been to hell and do not as lament as you do. Mother would consider you weak.” and throw a knife at him or something.
Imagine the amount of shit Jason Todd can get away with just pulling out the “remember you failed to save me” card. Like:
Bruce: -and you wrecked the Batmobile that’s beyond irresponsible!
Jason: REMEMBER WHEN THE JOKER KIDNAPPED ME-
Bruce: Jason that’s not-
Jason: -TIED ME UP AND BROKE MY BONES WITH A CROWBAR.
Bruce; Jason.
Jason: BECAUSE I REMEMBER IT! I REMEMBER THE PAIN AND THE SOUND OF THEM BREAKING.
Bruce, tired: …
Jason: REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?
Bruce, quietly: you blew up.
Jason: I BLEW UP.
Bruce: …
Jason: …
Bruce: Have a good night.
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screampied · 16 days ago
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PUFF, PUFF, ASS! s. ryōmen
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ৎ୭ sum. puff puff pass, girl — not puff puff ass! you wanted to smoke one last sesh before winter break but sukuna smokes something far sweeter instead - you.
wc. 8.4k
warnings. fem! reader, plug! roommate sukuna, college au, both are in early 20s, unprotected, substance consumption, slooowish burn, virgin! sukuna, switch reader, quickies, pining, sukuna’s a loser fratboy with no game, p whipped sukuna, creampīes, edging, cowgirl, big dick kuna, he lasts 0.5 secs, blōwjobs, dry humping, shotgunning, spīt, dirty talk (he tried), use of "good boy", praise.
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“the usual, ‘kuna.”
ah, those three pretty words.
your roommate and all-time favorite plug, sukuna never got tired of hearing it. of course though, not in a million years would he admit the fact—let alone admit that you juuust might be his favorite clientele.
sukuna was the plug.
most of the other students on campus, including you would always buy from him. he was known for selling the best of the fuckin’ best.
despite you having the luxury of sharing a whole dorm with him, he never gave out free handouts, no half off deals, nothing. “what do you mean you won’t be here until january?”
oh shit.
he didn’t like how clingy he sounded.
not one bit.
sukuna mentally grumbles, burying his hands in the pockets of his gray sweats before you respond. “oh, yeah. for break, i’m going on a skiing trip,” and as you’re rambling, his eyes avert toward your lips.
glossed - they brightly shimmered in the flickering dorm room light, and he struggled to focus on what you were even saying.
you spoke every word so sweetly. sukuna even studied the corners of your lips and they’d cutely crease within each syllable—with your brows slightly furrowing at every passing second. “uh- are you even listening, sukuna?”
“yeaah yeah. stupid skiing trip, nice.” he shrugs, feeling a weird feeling bubble up inside him.
with you being gone for two weeks - he’d have no one to annoy, no one to get high with, no one to-
“don’t be a baby. i’m not leaving until in like-” you pause, pulling up your wrist and squinting at your wristwatch. “two hours. in the meantime, we can just have one last sesh together if you want.”
yes, yes, yes!
“fine, whatever.”
it was just an ordinary sunday.
usually, sukuna would be out at some frat party. every year during the winter, there’s this annual gathering before the break where all the years are invited.
you went once during your sophomore year in college with a few friends, and to be honest - it was pretty shitty.
loud crappy music, stale refreshments, the whole college experience shebang.
you stopped attending a while ago, and you probably didn’t really miss much though.
besides if anything—you’d much rather prefer getting high than going to some overrated end-of-the-year party.
“mmh- thanks,” you sigh, desperately needing something to take the edge off.
with finals finally being over, getting blitzed was just what you needed. the two of you sat on the lower spacey bunk bed, and your eyes stared at sukuna’s fingers. he was so focused, claret pupils entirely fixated at the pre-rolled blunt in his hand.
with a near pout, you shrug your shoulders before finishing your sentence, “—and by the way ‘kuna, i can roll one y’know.”
“yeah riiight. last one you rolled was like a kazoo,” he gruffs, snatching a fresh hollowed blunt wrap from his pocket.
from your recent purchases, sukuna always knew your favorite flavor . . cherry rush.
he snickered at the cute ‘lil frown that would soon stretch across your lips, but you knew that was true. sukuna placed the pre-rolled blunt back in his pocket before turning back toward you.
you struggled a bit at the rolling part, but in your mind - you were a pro at taking hits.
“i’ll teach you one day how to master the art of rolling like me. it’ll cost ya extra though, roomie.” sukuna continues, making sure the materials perfectly stuffed inside. he already did the basics.
preparing the flower, chopping down the bud, breaking everything down, and a bunch of other steps. .
it was only a few minutes, but it felt like hours..
sukuna had to mash up the substance a bit, churning it with a tiny metal tool before then using the grinder to flatten everything up inside the wrap.
making sure it’s not too bulky, he then starts sprinkling a bit of the green substance inside the center and all around the other parts of the blunt evenly.
he’s neat and precise, making sure it’s enough for two instead of the usual one.
and finally, sukuna’s rolling it..
“watch me,” he hoarsely instructs, and your hands are placed in your lap. his fingers slither toward one end, carefully tucking a piece of the wrap around the substance. stubby thumbs of his that were melting with a bit of stickiness rolled around the sides. he’s shaping it, molding it into its right size so it’s nice and even. “the shapin’ is always important,” and you could already feel yourself starting to get bored.
just shut up and roll it.
is what your intrusive thoughts were trying to get you to blurt out, but you stayed quiet. as you’re still observing, sukuna slightly sticks out his tongue and starts to lick near the dry cracks.
oh.
you couldn’t lie—whenever you saw sukuna licking at certain parts of blunts whenever you two smoked together, it did something to you.
always, dirty thoughts would plague at the very front of your mind, wondering what else he could do with his tongue.
speaking of, sukuna’s tongue’s super duper long too. you could feel your breath hitching the more you watched, silently admiring how his lashes briefly closed each time he blinked.
you wondered if he could lick-
“ahem.” sukuna rolls his eyes, and he wasn’t even licking it anymore. he’s been stopped.
and now, he’s openly staring dead at you, a pink slit brow raised to further express his annoyance.
“sorry, what?” you reply, feeling a hot wave of embarrassment shiver down your entire spine.
oh girl, you’re so fucked.
he definitely saw you staring.
with a disappointed sigh, sukuna gives the chubby rolled blunt a soft pierce with two of his thumbs. “i said, why do you think i’m licking the blunt? tell me why that step of rolling is important.”
“um-” you pause, your mind not at all thinking about the smoke sesh anymore.
all you were thinking about sukuna’s long pink tongue.
you were squeezing your thighs shut the entire time. your knees were folded, digging into the squishy bed frame before you tried to gather up a good answer.
“you lick the sides to…uh-” you stammer, mind blacking out straight away. “…to get a quick taste before it burns?”
“tch. sometimes i wonder why i even get high with you,” sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. as he spoke in that same, husky tone—you could hear a bit of laughter trying to suppress from the back of his throat. “no, girl. i’m licking along the dry areas to help moisten it.”
“oh..” you blink, your mind all in the gutter.
the blunt’s earthy scent starts to fill up the dorm within no time.
it’s that same, strong cherry smell that’s always been your favorite. it’s wholly sweet, and the aroma was just so candied in the air that you could almost taste the tartness already on your tongue.
its smell was quite loud - hence why it was always your preferred choice out of his other flavors.
the scent was sweet but the taste was far sweeter, and the wrap never failed to leave you unsatisfied.
“oh,” sukuna mocks your single response, crimson eyes subtly flickering back into a roll once more. for a moment, you could feel sukuna’s gaze shortly taking in your appearance.
like usual, you wore some nameless brand university t-shirt with shorts on.
maybe you’re batshit crazy, horny- hell, maybe even both, but you could’ve sworn sukuna was gawking at your thighs.
your legs—they were neatly folded back as you sat on your knees. a bit of skin poking from your shorts had slight rips in them and he noticed it straight away.
the cute squish of your thighs coming together every few times you sat upright - so so pretty..
“anyways,” he clears his scratchy, itched throat, burying the image of your thighs away in the back of his mind. you were so close to him that he could practically smell the scent of your shampoo. “ah- you remember how to light, right?”
“mhm.” you gave him a nod, leaning in closer.
the fat blunt remained glued against his fingertips that pressed deeply into the sides. you reached near your nightstand to pull out a lighter, bringing it toward his lips.
sukuna’s viewing you closely, and you felt your weak pulse starting to quicken within seconds.
even though it’s just a small, tiny gesture, sukuna tilts his head down further toward you to reach your level.
sexily, you’re met with his red, darkened stare. pink, overlong bangs were already starting to run down his brows, nearly occluding his vision of you before he swipes his hair away from his face with a hand.
with a clicking, ‘flick!’ the flame brightly ignites, and you start to carefully glide the lighter back ‘n forth under the seam.
then, you start to go around the rest of the blunt, making sure all the parts get lit. sukuna watches as you bring the flame toward the very end of the stick. the smell’s getting even stronger, and sukuna’s stare at your decent lightning work gets him intrigued.
there was a sharp silence, and the only things that could have been heard were outside the dormitory. continuous chatter of other roommates and some pop songs playing in the ambience.
once you two start to actually smoke — you’re both taking turns, sat next to each other and allowing the euphoric high to slowly take over.
puff, puff, pass..
it was simple.
the two of you each got two tokes. since sukuna rolled, it was etiquette that he took the first few hits - then you.
“ugh,” you land on your back against the springy bed, drawing in a sharp breath. your lungs were heavy, and your chest slumped once you started to absorb the lemony puffs of air.
each sucked breath was deep, and every few seconds, you allowed yourself to recuperate from the strong hits.
“been a while,” sukuna speaks again, his voice dripping with a rasp. his throat - it sounds almost grating.
he lies his head back against the bed with you too, slightly craning his head to face you. “gettin’ high with you, i mean.”
passing the blunt back to him, you sleazily grin. “don’t tell me you’re gonna miss me.”
“tch. don’t be stupid, never said that,” he instantly replies, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.
you talked so sly, and he noticed how your eyes were starting to droop already. sukuna’s jagged breathing hitched once your head softly thumped against his shoulder.
damn.
“it’s just annoying,” he continues, taking a second to inhale through his nose. a cloud of smoke exits through his nostrils and it’s always satisfying to witness.
your head rubs against the fleece of his sweatshirt before he lets out another dull inhale. once that short milisecond of tunnel vision occurs in his sight, sukuna exhales again—his shoulders slackening.
“ ‘m not gonna have anyone to smoke with for two weeks. and yeah, i could get high by myself but it’s… better with you.”
oh?
you glance up at sukuna’s whose eyes are glued to you. there were faint, noticeable bags underneath his eyes as his eyelids started to become heavy.
his entire face — it’s turning flustered once he realized what the actual fuck he just said.
shit. shit. shit.
“oh… my god,” you cheekily grin, grabbing the burning blunt from him. inhaling for two seconds, you place it between the arc of your fingers. “ ‘kuna, you could’ve just said so. well, if that was the case, i could’ve just canceled my flight and booked for tomorrow morning.”
“really?”
“uh- no, i was joking. do you know how much plane tickets cost? in this economy? please.”
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sass before grumbling. “whatever,” and he’s watching your hits turn into more than just two.
he raises a brow, staring at your pursed lips that were twitching every second as you blew out excess smoke. “oi- stop hoggin’ it. you always do this shit.”
“make me-”
he scoffs, narrowing puffy eyes at you before reaching over.
sukuna’s beefy arm extends to grab the blunt but coincidentally enough - he ends up falling flat on your chest.
you look down at him and there’s a loooong, eerie silence.
nothing was exchanged except intimate, prolonged glances and a subtle loud silence. sukuna gawked at you with fiery pupils occasionally flickering toward the rolled stick that was tightly gripped against your fingers.
he then looks at your lips… so shiny, you rubbed them against each other once you noticed his gaze before taking one more hit.
he stays quiet, watching you inhale before exhaling. “i didn’t know the blunt was on my ches-”
“shut up,” sukuna carps, cutting you off with a sharp tone. he leans in closer—and at that, you start to feel the speed of your heartbeat accelerate. sukuna brings a dry thumb toward your chin, gingerly smearing a circle around your skin before huskily murmuring. “fuck- can i . .”
“do it,” you breathlessly reply, already knowing what he was trying to say. the intense high was swarming you both mildly, and your senses were heightening from each elated breath being drawn.
you didn’t have to tell him twice.
instantly, sukuna’s lips crash firmly against yours.
it’s so quick - you barely have time to react, moaning once his tongue dips inside of your mouth. swiftly, sukuna snatches the blunt away from your hand, making his way on top of you.
your arms wrapped around his torso—pulling him closer as you both shared rushed, airy breaths. the cherry flavor lingers in both mouths, tangling with glutinous, sappy saliva and all. “mmgh-” you start to recline back, your left leg slinking around his slim torso.
a throaty groan scratches out of sukuna’s tongue as you hear the occasional ‘claps’ of both lips smacking into each other. every few seconds, it’d pitch louder and louder, and sukuna just couldn’t help himself.
just from his hungry lips, you could tell he’s been wanting to do this for the longest.
he just didn’t want to admit it.
“god-” he grunts against your lips, the tip of his nose softly rubbing against your skin.
yet again, foreheads were stacked right on top of each other, and he felt remains of smoke waft back into his mouth. you tasted so sweet, sweeter than anything he’s ever smoked by a long shot.
“mmh- sukuna,” you moaned, feeling his body in between your wrapped legs starting to grind into you.
it’s slow - his sweats were so soft, nearly tickling against your thighs before it then rubs against something very hard.
that ‘something’ was prodding through his grey pants and he prowls lowly into your neck, sucking against your freely exposed skin. “if.. you wanted to hump me all this time, should’ve just said so.”
“ugh-” he glares, the pink shade gradually painting over his vexed expression clearly betraying his annoyance.
sukuna was a big guy, and the size difference was very much apparent.
his body..
it towers over you, even with you being nearly smushed underneath him. his hips pathetically rolled into you steadily, and he grunts again but this time it’s huskier..
as your legs continued to cage him in with its secure grasp, you feel him stop. “fuck!” his head falls into your chest, and you could see a pout shortly tugging against his lips.
your brows twist into a furrow as you feel his body still itself. sukuna’s hardened bulge still rests between the front of shorts — but it’s . . wet.
heavy, deep pants could be heard from him and then that’s when you started to feel a damp splotch soak near the center of his sweatpants. as you’re still trying to catch your breath, you let off a sheepish, “heh.. ‘kuna.. did you just-”
“yeah, i fuckin’… came,” sukuna grumbles, slit brows contorting as he spoke with such distaste.
his pointed chin rests between the soft valley of your chest before he pinches his forehead. “look- i’m a virgin. i’ve never-”
with a soft-hazed expression, you pat his head. “it’s okay. it happens dummy. don’t uh- feel bad about that,” and his embarrassment leisurely subsides.
you obviously weren’t expecting him to say that.
you figured otherwise.
on campus, sukuna’s highly well-known and very popular. he’s usually seen around frat clubs and parties but wasn’t much social now that you thought about it.
he kept his circle small, and with you being his roommate he grew to get sort of used to your presence whenever the two of you smoked together . . sort of.
“just.. let me,” you quietly reply, shifting your body before getting on top of him. sukuna huffs faintly, placing the blunt near the nearby nightstand before staring at you.
now, you’re straddling him with your perked ass sitting directly above his abrupt cum stain that bled through his sweats. “is this okay? if you don’t feel comfortable we can just finish our sesh.”
“it’s fine,” sukuna swallows, admiring your body before him. even the shorts you wore were such a tease, maybe an ever bigger tease than you.
his eyes ran across the fabric, watching as it perfectly exposed just a nice amount of your ass.
he’s still so hard, and you sitting right on it was only making him ten times more needy. “i want- i want you, screw the damn blunt.”
“okay,” you coo out - your voice sounding like mere heaven.
as sukuna takes a gulp, the roused tent in his sweats pokes out further the more you shimmy your hips around him. closing the distance between you both—you place a wet kiss down the slope of his neck.
he shivers at your touch with one hand trying to reach toward your swaying waist. with a soft ‘whack!’ he scoffs, feeling you swat his hand away. “ah, no touchin’ ‘kuna. you want me to do all the work, remember?”
through gritted teeth, he snarls out a stubborn, “finee,” and he’s already feeling himself starting to melt through his sweats.
you being on top of him - straddling him, it made sukuna sweat bullets. “just- hurry up. ‘m so fuckin’ hard..”
“yeah, i can feel it,” you hush, fishing a hand near his sweatpants.
with a single hand, you yank on the knotted white tie and it quickly becomes loose.
sukuna’s whole physique…
you got a glimpse of his boxers that peeked above his waistline and fuck..
he was ripped, jacked in every way. the ideal fratboy.
the sharpened line of his pelvis looked like it could prick the tip of your finger. “mmh,” you hold in a breath, swerving your hips against his bulged crotch. “are you always this hard whenever we smoke together?”
“haaah? don’t be . . ridiculous,” he pauses, his head tilting back. “fuck- yeah, like thaaat,” sukuna’s voice slows down, and it pitches so low that his mere voice made you throb.
the strip of his boxers was a darkened shade of red, complimenting his maroon eyes. “god- you’re bein’ a tease. just fuck me already, girl.”
as your hand reaches near his boxers, you feel his body shake - erupting violently like an active volcano.
it’s a cruel shudder, with multiple shivers running down his slouched spine as you continue to move on him. your hand was delaying the damn inevitable, taking its time before finally slipping inside his ruined boxers.
“let me touch you- c’mooon,” sukuna continued to speak, his gruff whiny babbles falling on deaf ears. you raise your chin, gifting the bottom of his chin with another kiss. silent ‘mwah’ after ‘mwah’ and it only makes him more frustrated.
as your dominant hand starts to get a good feeling—you wrap your palm around his now pulled-out shaft and he groans.
sukuna’s throat bobs instantly, and you could feel an excited vein prod down a side of his thick cock. “f.. fuck, keep touchin’ it. touch me.”
“you still wanna touch me?” you murmur hotly, his high, drooping eyes filled with cloudy mist returning your glance.
he’s so eager too.
sukuna responds with a nod, coral brows raising in anticipation. “mhm, fine. go ahead.”
with a rough hitch of his breath, sukuna’s callused textured palms finally attach their way toward your hips.
he’s gentle yet firm, rocking you back into place before he moans at the tepid skin-to-skin contact.
you look down at his exposed cock and it’s just so pretty..
sukuna’s shaft was covered with veins - veins, veins galore. your thumb plays with a bit of foreskin, watching it peel back to expose the head and he shuddered from your touch once more.
“mmh..” he sighs deeply, your tender touch nearly hypnotizing him. the top part of his cock’s glans bruised with brightened shades of pink and rosy, hot red.
sukuna’s ridge was tapered too, and you felt yourself sporadically throb once between your open thighs as your curious thumb glided over the long hooking curve.
to top it all off, it’s got a lean to it too.
sukuna’s dick was so big that it could barely hold itself up. you watched as it sort of drooped over.
a tiny, attractive detail that made you release an elated sigh. as sukuna still feels your hand tending to his shaft, he lets out a low grunt. “don’t . . hah- know why we never did this before.”
“because you’re a chicken.”
“tch. girl fuck you.”
“no, fuck you. and i’m going to, relax pretty boy.”
♡ ♡ ♡
you were definitely somethin’ to be reckoned with.
sloppy, chaste kisses created a vertical path down his bare chest. sukuna held up his sweatshirt with one hand as your lips glued against his rock-hard abs that were all on display. you kissed down, down, down..
his abs were just perfectly sculptured - akin to a greek god with how they were just so naturally carved into chiseled, muscular pecs.
the cool air continued to set against his skin as he kept his sweatshirt raised. as your bridge of kisses resumed—sukuna groaned, preparing to sigh once your lips trailed and trailed . . until they eventually stopped at his dick.
it stood tall - slightly tilting forward with how heavy was. squinting a bit, you stared at the tiny hairs of pink that scattered around his stuffed base.
“is this alright?” you mumble through glittery glossed lips, your words so soft it sound like a raspy whisper. his tip was still covered with wetted drips of pre, tearing away at the sides with various white globs.
“ffuuuck- yeah, just do whatever. use your mouth, whatever you’re supposed to do,” sukuna grunts, feeling his core stomach tightening.
the two of you were sitting on the bed with him lying fully down. sukuna’s pants were pulled off now and he’s feeling his dick twitch every time your warm breath fans against his tip.
“mhm, okay,” you reply, rolling out your dripping, wet tongue. sukuna’s eyes immediately lock against you, peering as your tongue hungrily swirls its way around his pulsating crown.
slurrrp after slurrrp, you’re licking up the runny droplets of pre that were racing down all sides.
sukuna shivers, mumbling out a faint ‘ohhh shit’ before drawing in a long breath. each time he did, it felt like his lungs were being pinched from the inside.
you took his breath away,
figuratively and literally.
after all the times he’s smoked, nothing could ever compare to the way your tongue made him feel.
“s.. shit,” sukuna groans. your hand’s wrapped around his dick, and it was a bit limp. it only took you a few seconds (which felt like hours) to lap up his pre-cum before sliding your salivating tongue toward his mushroomy tip.
it’s so colorful - flushed with a burning, bright pink near the very capped head.
you even give it a little kiss, moaning once translucent strands of his pre creates a sloppy concoction with your saliva.
so filthy..
the two words that ran through his mind as he watched your plump-shaped lips.
as you continued, sukuna’s hand found its way toward the top of your head, ogling as you then puckered your lips.
slowly, he stares as your mouth opens up a bit to where it’s agape. you make your way down with his tip brushing past the parched roof of your mouth. he gutturally moans, feeling the scaly-like texture greeting his cock before nodding.
“mmh- your throooat . . feels so fuckin’ good,” he tilts his head back, adam’s apple still bobbing through the center of his larynx.
with sukuna being so big, you couldn’t exactly fit all of it inside.
with your hand still gripped around his hefty-made shaft, your scrunched wet lips gradually made their way to where your fingers rested.
your head’s starting to bob bob bob, and sukuna’s grunting his head off. the slippery, risqué noises were just downright wet - you’re gripping his cock before he feels you angle it further down your throat for a better stretch.
“mmph-” you let off a muffled whine, making sure to wet around his entire cock.
sukuna’s thighs already felt so heavy - they glued down to the bed as your head went up and down, and he just couldn’t look away from you.
the two of you were always smoking together when you both could’ve been doing this instead?
that same question — it kept running through sukuna’s head like a loop.
your mouth.. it kept sukuna’s dick so warm, so wet..
it was just something about the way your head bobbed with those pretty lashes of yours sticking to your eyelids. even your lids were starting to sag, preparing to snap shut at any moment.
your raving rhythm had him getting dizzy within seconds, and sukuna gave your hair a light tug.
“ngh-” you grump, your head pulling forward and it’s almost cute.
sukuna pauses, sheepishly scratching his head. “shit, sorry.. was i-”
“harder, dummy,” you interrupt his apology, saliva dribbling down the center of your chin as your lips briefly departed from his sheen-covered cock. sukuna moans at the lewd sight of you and how you were slobbering all over his cock.
this was the type of image he’d probably fantasize about whenever you weren’t in the dorm and he was by himself. “yank it.”
“eh. f.. fuckin’ kinky girl- fine,” and sukuna manages to grab a good amount of your hair. giving it a nice solid yank like you wanted, your head jerks forward. “mmng-” his nostrils flare for the second time.
sukuna grunts, hearing the wet little ‘ptou’ sounds of you spitting on his tip and lapping it right up.
you’re sucking him off — making him bite his lip, and he starts fucking back against your face until there’s even more glossy drool pouring down your chin.
much to your surprise, sukuna starts to raise his hips into your mouth, hearing strangled moans leave from your throat time and time again. after a few sloppy thrusts of his rolling hips, you took a second to start kissing around his dick again.
torrid, wet kisses ghosted all around his dick and sukuna could already feel his body starting to levitate from your wet lips.
your head - it’s similar to a bobblehead with the way it goes up ‘n down, movements entirely unpredictable.
you use your hand to slovenly twist around his shaft as you suck harder, moaning hoarsely once his bruised tip slams its way against the back of your throat.
it greets your fleshly uvula, and you let off a sweet gargled sound that makes sukuna’s dick twitch.
the single vein that runs down his cock dances against your tongue and you hum, batting your lashes.
he could never deny at all at how pretty you looked.
your cheeks were all puffed - stuffed all because of his dick that’s plugging in and out of your mouth.
sukuna lets off husky grunt after grunt at the back of your tongue skimming over his dick’s top. you’re getting his entire dick wet, not caring at all at how rivulets of your spilling saliva streamed down your chin. not just your chin, but near the cracks of your mouth.
your lips were perfect - they were stretched all out, shaped into a wide circular ‘o’ as you continued to take him down your tight throat.
“hng-” you’d moan, snaking a hand between your legs. sukuna gasped, eyeing you closely as you brought a few fingers of your own toward your puffed, neglected cunt.
you’re soaked, all through your panties too. you reached inside of your shorts, past your underwear before giving your pussy a loving squeeze.
as your mouth’s still occupied, you swiped a thumb over your pulsating clit that’s sobbing for attention.
“f.. fuck, didn’t know you were this nasty, roomie,” sukuna mutters, almost in awe at how you were just playing with yourself while he’s inches deep down your throat.
the downright dirty, racy noises echoed through the thin, dry walls of the dorm — and you prayed no one would hear.
to be specific, you prayed no one would hear sukuna because he was just groaning his lungs out as if he was belting an F5 high note. his voice indeed sounded rough, but every now ‘n then you heard a few cute cracks from your tongue work.
your head still bounces up and down, etching the tip of your tongue down a lightning-shaped vein.
sukuna’s stretchy girth damn near pried your mouth open even more on its own. you’re making sure not to use teeth, moaning at the feeling of your own fingers maneuvering circles against your clit. “ugh- good girl.. good- fffuck,” sukuna praises, feeling his tip stimulate way back toward your uvula for probably the umpteenth time.
he’s in alllll the way, watching as you breathe through your nose. “hah- throat’s just.. perfect for me. thaaaat’s … it, suck it, roomie. suck my.. p- penis.”
oh.. he can always work on dirty talk later.
sukuna’s cock was still sensitive - so much so that he doesn’t even realize that his orgasm’s approaching yet again. it’s a toe-curling feeling that threatens his ego, and a whine slips out.
you’re just so unapologetically sloppy - making out with his tip, slurping up the sides that rained with glittery beads of your spit.
“ahh,” you pop out his dick from your mouth, running your tongue around his tender frenulum.
right there, that moment right there was all it took for sukuna to cum and you knew it too.
“f- fuck, oh fuuuck, ‘m fuckin’ cummin’,” sukuna bites down on his jaw, fingers still dug into your scalp. your head sinks back down as his plump head pounds into your throat before you remove your fingers from the inside of your shorts.
first the tight shortness of breath comes — then, comes the actual release.
sukuna’s shooting down your throat, sprinkling creamy drops of cum on your flatly laid tongue as you look at him with those pretty, fogged eyes.
he already took the initiative to pull his leaking shaft out of your mouth, softly starting to then spank his tip against your greedy tongue.
“mmh-” you hummed again, a purr caught in your throat. it’s raw - and voice sounded a bit raspy, which had of course aroused him even more. this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and as your tongue lays flat — you nod your head. “good, keep hittin’ your tip against my tongue, mhm.”
“tch..” sukuna kisses his teeth, complying with your sinful request.
your lashes prettily fluttered as he’s still spurting out milky strips onto your tongue. the taste was bittersweet, and judging by the pout on your lips once he removed his cock away from the flatness of your tongue, you only wanted more.
panting heavily, sukuna’s abs clench through his fraternity-made sweats. “what?”
“c’mere,” you breathe, every breath you take becoming more strained as air tries to fill into your lungs. sukuna leans his head down to where you were, and his eyes immediately land on the remnants of cum that dribble a bit near the corner of your lip. “lick it off me.”
“hah- you’re a . . nasty little roommate.” sukuna snickered, a hand gently wrapping around the back of your neck. he pulls you in, pressing his lips into yours at full speed.
both lips were like speeding cars — they rammed into each other, the turbo being both lips quickly slamming against ajar, opened mouths.
sukuna grunts, vehemently running his tongue around the side of your mouth that’s covered with a few pearly tears of his cum. the sourly sweet taste again, makes him moan in your mouth, feeling your teeth playfully nip near his bottom lip.
as foreheads forevermore pressed against each other, sukuna drags his tongue near your chin which is also covered with sleek wet slicks.
as sukuna blindly guides his lips back towards your mouth, the open-mouthed kiss lasts for a while, to say the least. he even started sucking on your tongue, savoring the treacly cherry poppin’ taste that scattered all over your tastebuds.
you were a new high sukuna didn’t mind smoking.
♡ ♡ ♡
sukuna was still struggling to breathe - every breath felt more and more raspy with each singular puff.
pink, puffed lips of his were all swollen from your filthy make-out sesh. also though, his dick - his tip specifically, felt like it was on fire.. and the veiny sides were already starting to dry up with pasty splotches of cum.
you had to admit, sukuna looked kinda cute like this..
submissively underneath you with a pout, dripped in sweat everywhere on his body, sinewy muscles tensing with his cock just aching for more..
sukuna’s pink hair was unkempt and ruffled, messed up, and a tiny bit matted.
his once cocky and arrogant ego thrown was straight out the window all because of your throat and the way your raucous hips made him cum through his sweatpants.
sukuna knows you, and he knew you’d never let him live that down for as long as you two were roommates.
“your hoodie,” you bring a thumb above your vaguely dripping chin, smearing it around your sheeny lips. sukuna’s still laid back, and you’re now hovering over his sensitive cream-covered tip. “can i wear it while i ride you?”
“pft. no, it’s a frat-”
“kuna.”
“ughh- fine. better not ruin it,” he grumbles with a glowering scowl, raising his arms.
you help him take off the piece of clothing before putting it over your head, pulling down your t-shit from underneath.
as you do so, sukuna watches intently, feeling yet another vein prod against the right side of his dick. it was just something about seeing you in his clothing, straddling him too.
you’re wearing his fleecy-made frat hoodie as if it was your own and fuck did you look good in it.
sukuna’s breath nearly choked him as he openly stared at you, noticing how it was a bit oversized and practically covered over a nice portion of your thighs. “lie back more.” you utter, a hand grabbing the shared blunt that still rested idly on the nightstand. you’d almost forgotten about it.
right away, sukuna leaned himself back against the lopsided cushioned pillows that squished behind him.
there was just enough room to where your head didn’t hit the bottom of the top bed stacked above.
your hand grabs his hefty curved cock, aligning it against your sopping entrance before pausing. “tell me if it’s too much,” you mumble, bringing the stout blunt toward your lips.
sukuna’s completely shirtless now - and it suddenly gets so quiet that you hear him gulp in anticipation.
“j- just fuck me already,” he prowls rashly, his words turning into an impatient hiss once his beefy arms wrap around your torso.
with an ‘oof,’ you end up landing flat into his chest.
sukuna’s poor creamy tip was crying - it was starting to sob from the very reddened tip with rivulets of precum.
the wait was antagonizing - you were antagonizing.
he just wanted to be inside you, to feel what it’s really, really like.
sukuna fantasized about this exact scenario in more ways than he could count. he was far too stubborn to ever admit that he was too shy to actually be intimate with someone.
but with you, it only felt right.
“let me take another hit first-” you giggle, seeing the glare forming on his face. “geez, okay, okay.”
sukuna kept his eyes on you as you placed the cherry-flavored blunt in between your teeth.
it’s still securely rolled and fat - and you felt one of his hands creeping toward your ass within no time.
you steal another bit anyway,
and with a single addicting puff, a gust of wind whirls its way into your lungs and down your passageway. “f- fuckk..” you sigh, one hand positioning his teary tip against your drooling, drooling slot.
a cloud of smoke emits from your mouth once you breathe out, and sukuna sucks in a raspy drag. “mmg- hurry the fuck up,” he clenched down on his jaw tightly, bottom lip thoughtlessly quivering.
he’s so sensitive—with endorphins crashing through his veins, they sent rocketing shockwaves all down his spine. your cunt was just dangerously slick, and he knew you were teasing just by the way you rubbed your pussy back ‘n forth against his poor cum-dripping cockhead.
“hah- fuckin’ . . put it in- ngh-”
“ask nicely.” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his thick throat.
oh.
sukuna would’ve probably been lying if he said that didn’t turn him on.
your wet cunt was gradually sliding itself against his cock that rested against his tummy.
a big hand then grips onto your bare right ass cheek before he growls under his breath.
“fuck me, or else.”
“no.”
“fuck me, or else…please.”
“still no. also, speak up.”
sukuna glares at your audacity, seeing a small simper preparing to crease against your lips before he sighs in defeat. you were probably even more stubborn than him..
his shoulders slump before he clicks his tongue, clearing his throat. “okaay, roomie. you win- fuck. please, ride me. i- i need it,” and for a moment there, its a bit of vulnerability in sukuna’s tone.
his baritone-pitched voice, it cracks and you could see his left eye twitching.
you’re killing his pride.
but part of that made him more aroused.
“i need . . you.” he concludes, shaky labored breaths leaving from his lips. sukuna groans, feeling you slide a hand down his hardened chest.
the tips of your padded fingers circle his pecs, outlining each vein that decorated his sculpted body.
sukuna was like a candle melting from just your blazing touch. his body was the wax and your fingertips were the flame. his hoodie that you wore only made the entire scene sexier too.
he allowed his crimson gaze to follow toward your chest. the three-letter logo of the fraternity he was in finely stitched against the fabric. it hugged your body flawlessly, and his eyes never left your frame, not even for a minute.
“good boy,” you hum, hearing him nearly choke at your praise.
good boy.
sukuna’s ears perked before he groans, hearing the long-awaited squelch of your pussy ‘slap’ down on him.
your warmth from the inside surprises him, and he whiiiiines out a sweet, elongated mewl of your name. “ugh- fuck,” sukuna hisses, feeling you sink yourself down.
it’s a tight fit at first with an even bigger stretch!
sukuna’s rounded tip alone could barely lodge its way inside, and you had to use both hands just to guide it in the right direction. with the blunt still buried underneath your teeth, you blow smoke in his face. “mmph- open your mouth,” you airily mumble.
taking in the sugary scent—sukuna moans, bringing his lips apart.
once you’re starting to move, it’s over -
with your head going closer toward his face, you take the rolled stick from your lips to blow more smoke… this time, into his mouth.
your hips started to wind up, and he was already bottomed out inside. “taste it,” you whisper, feeling sukuna’s questing tongue already trying to swash around the inside of your cheek.
smoke pours into the right sukuna’s mouth, traveling within both pairs of full lungs before he kisses you deeply.
you’re each sharing smoke between twisted tongues and it’s so filthy..
your warm breath continues to slide against his sukuna’s—feeling his tongue eagerly dip its way inside your mouth.
the sweetened taste of cherry lingers against your buds and his, and between sloppy kisses, you moan. “mhh- there we go, good. just hold my hips again.”
“f.. fuck,” sukuna clicks his tongue, drowsy eyes already rolling back in such immense pleasure.
your pussy had such power - power that even he couldn’t handle because he felt like the entire bed was about to snap into two.
your hips had sukuna hysterical, and he starts fanning himself too. “p- phew, shiiit..” he groans, pink brows curving into a desirous furrow.
you’re swerving, tightly gripping back against his cock like velcro as you started to cling onto the bed’s railing for better leverage. “damn- goddamn, fuuuck me then.”
the high surrounds you both and it’s just pure bliss..
it was like a trip you didn’t want to end, and sukuna felt like he was floating every time your ass wetly slammed back down onto his lap. you’re making his head spin in the best way possible, dozens of gears turning in his empty brain.
“haah- ‘kuna,” you’d moan, hot breath landing against his chin and tickling the tiny hairs that stick against his skin. you’re clenching down on him from the inside, hearing every sticky plap! of skin clash amongst each other.
sukuna was a bit awkward with his hands - they didn’t know where to go.
one moment, they’re glued to your hips and the next, they’re traveling down your thighs. his favorite part though, was your ass.
as you continued to move, sukuna couldn’t help but thumb a few clammy fingers toward the sides of your jouncing rear.
harshly - he gives it a needy squeeze before spanking it, hearing the cute gasping whines drag from your throat.
he’s getting the hang of it.
“c- careful,” you wheeze, watching as he’s taking a puff now. sukuna’s nude chest was already starting to gloss gloss gloss with gallons of sweat. sure—you’ve seen him at the gym but never this sweaty.
with your arms tossing over his tensed shoulders, your weeping cunt flops right against his cock with a few sloppy single thrusts, earning a loud grunt from him. “now ‘m really startin’ to think you’re in love with m-”
“just…shut up.” sukuna grumbles, silencing you with another deep kiss. it’s rough - and out of the many, many kisses you shared with him tonight, this felt more . . different.
sweet, pathetic whimpers elicited from you as your ass repeatedly whacked against his pelvis. sukuna’s lean cock sloppily digs its way through your cunt and you squealed at each vigorous curve.
riiiight thereeee-
he’s found the spot and he didn’t even know it.
your cute little shriek was all that told him though, because as his teeth were sharply striking against yours—he hit that same beloved g-spot again, and again, and again..
“o-ooh!” your back prettily arches like a cat, tangled colorless strands of saliva reluctantly pulling away from each pair of lips.
sukuna’s tip was vast and huge, it easily ran through the taut barrier of your entrance and you drool every time he kisses near your clit.
it’s just so tender..
your pupils were starting to enlarge with your eyes crossing. sukuna’s got the same eyes too from the overwhelming high… but his eyes were a bit bloodshot.
your hips were just so nasty, and he’s grunting every time your sopping pussy sucks him in before spitting him right back out, then in, then out again — a repeated loop of pure fuckin’ filth.
“mmn- ‘m gonna cum,” you whined, gasping once sukuna’s hands grabbed your waist. you both exchanged a look of utter blitzed lust, and sukuna darkly exhaled. your hips buckled in and out, in and out until your hips were just stuttering over him. “k- keep hittin’ me there, baby~ fuuck-”
baby.
sukuna felt his cheeks heat up - the small pet name making him wonder if the two of you were really more than just smoke buddies, more than just roommates..
“hng- me too,” sukuna rasps, feeling the sultry head of his cock burning up to such a smoldering degree.
he’s not just hot there—but all damn over.
you’re maintaining your rapid pace, moaning at the nerves pulsing through your body that steadily got provoked by sukuna’s deep, pivotal thrusts. “god- so fuckin’ perfect. ride me.. hah- ride it like you own it then, ugh-”
your continuous bouncing on sukuna’s lap even has his eyes rolling back too. it’s undeniably sexy, and you felt the sticky grip of his thumbs starting to lessen its hold against your rocky waist.
sukuna’s cock was starting to stiffen within seconds and your cunt was just so swollen, dribbling from every weeping orifice with syrupy amounts of juices.
it’s an all-around mess, and not before long, the smell of your own arousal mixes in with the feeling of your highly anticipated fervor..
the entire dorm was clouded - fogged, bathed in a mix of all scents. scents of pleasure, of cherry, and lots ‘n lots of sweat.
it was hard to see anything except for the two of you and the windows were just covered with steam.
your thighs practically glued to sukuna’s, and as his dick’s still pumping in and out of you, you let off a clamoring squall.
right then - that’s when it happens.
you cling onto him steadfastly, sensuously bucking your animalistic hips into him weakly as your body starts to slow. everything happens in almost slow motion - and if it was one thing for sure, your pussy had sukuna hypnotized.
sukuna’s angered cockhead swabs its way around your beloved g-spot about three more times before he groans too.
much louder than you, and he suppressed his nose (or at least tried to) by delicately biting into your shoulder. your skin’s softness had his tongue hungry, and he was lapping at your skin until it was turning wet all because of him..
the blunt ended up falling out of his mouth, landing on the wooden floor with a faint ‘thump!’
but sukuna could care less though-
he had far more important things to care about,
like how he was shooting literal blanks inside of you, painting your pretty clamping walls with his ivory-white color that hugged him oh-so tight.
sukuna’s gutturally groaning in your ear, moving his mouth away from your shoulder while leaning against your cheek.
you both came at the same time and it almost didn’t even feel real.
your teeth shatter as your hips finally stop moving, and sukuna falls back against the bed.
you’re whimpering loudly, creaming all down his cock as your body’s met with abrupt currents of rippling waves.
instead though—the only wave was your orgasm, crashing down down down..
“ugh-” he moans, lips quivering once more once he feels such wads spitting out of his tip.
it comes out so slowly, thin ropes of cum that leisurely bubble into pearly ribbons of stripes.
sukuna’s heart’s beating out of his chest - pound after pound so loud that he hears the melody through his ears like speakers.
as he’s still trying to get over his most recent finish—his first instinct was to wrap a burly arm around you.
you’re caught off guard by the sudden gesture, but you don’t complain.
he’s still snugly inside so deep, flooding your pussy with a feverishly hot batch of cum that even starts to ooze down between your legs.
you’re both breathing stiffly, sharing labored delayed pants before sukuna cups your chin. “what... are. we.”
“what?” you blink.
sukuna deadpans, a chastened pout compressing his lips before he brings a sloppy two-second kiss to your mouth.
you return it, quietly moaning at the stickiness currently slimed between your cracked-open thighs.
“i don’t.. know,” sukuna pants, bringing a palm near his forehead to wipe a sheet of perspiring sweat away. “this.. us- whatever.. this is,” he waves a hand around to exaggerate. “friends- er- smoke friends don’t just… casually cum in each other.”
“yeah, that’s true,” you jeer, leaning in while sukuna’s still buried swollen balls deep. inching close, you kiss his neck before sweetly whispering. “maybe we’re more then just friends and maybe you’re more than just my plug.”
sukuna scoffs. “hmph. well- you’re still payin’ by the way.”
with an eye roll, you reach near your burgundy-colored nightstand. with a loud ‘whiiir’ it opens, and you pull out a twenty dollar bill of what was the usual price of your purchases.
a bit overpriced but again, you didn’t have the energy to complain.
not when you were so stuffed - leaking with sukuna’s cum drizzling out of your cunt.
“here.” you hand him the crumpled-up dollar bill. sukuna takes it, and his entire face is just flushed.
for once — you see actual color in his usually stoic, emotionless face. who knew it was all because of you and your hips.
sukuna grunts something under his breath, watching as you slide your panties and shorts back on. scarlet eyes did a slow pan from up to down at your body, glancing at his hoodie that you still had on before you grabbed your suitcase underneath your desk.
“wha- you’re leaving?”
“yeah, i’m gonna miss my flight.” you reply, watching sukuna’s lips form into the nth pout of the night. two hours went by so quick, he forgot all about your dumb trip.
not to be dramatic (except sukuna probably was being dramatic) but two weeks without you felt like an eternity.
especially with how good you just made him feel, the replay of the entire scene that just occurred had his mouth shamelessly watering.
going toward the side of the bed where sukuna lay, you press one final wet kiss against his lips.
he grunts, leaning into your tender touch, gasping once your free hand gives his twitching cock a few ‘goodbye’ pumping strokes.
“mmg- don’t go.” you heard him grumble between your lips.
with a soft wet ‘smack’ — both lips hesitantly depart, and you whisper against his ear before leaving. “i’m keeping the hoodie by the way.”
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satoruan · 1 year ago
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r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen  
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More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited
Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru
PART 2
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r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento 
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him.  Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.” 
r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo 
Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.  
r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna 
“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”  
r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru 
“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.  
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Hi hii how are you doing?? I've been thinking about mc catching the lads men masturbating to the thoughts of mc, do you think you could write something like that?
Imagine probably fits this more but obviously do whatever you feel like with this! If you want to write just headcannons that's obviously up to you! ^^
I love your work a lot, you're doing great <33
caught white handed!- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader summary: you caught them touching themselves! warnings/ tags: MDNI, male masturbation, p in v, a/n: hihi izzyy !! i hope you enjoy reading ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ rest of my notes will be below <3 did you guys see what i did there in the title (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
it was a cold night yet xavier felt so hot. he softly groaned, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes slowly flutter open. his eyes travel down his body, his dick straining against his grey sweats.
his eyes flicker over to your peacefully sleeping form. he can’t wake you, not when you have an important mission tomorrow. you need your rest and he knows he needs all of your stamina.
he sighs, tugging his grey sweats and boxers down. his cock springs free, begging to get a release. he lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it so it suppresses any sound he can make.
he flutters his eyes closed, trying to grasp the wet dream he had. ah yes. his were lips grazed on every surface of you he can touch, his mouth leaving wet trails all over your body. he remembers trying to fight the urge to roll on top of you, to see your tits bounce every time he thrust into you.
his eyes flutter open again, watching his fist drag up and down his shaft slowly. he wishes his hand on his cock would be your cunt around him right now. he lets his head fall back further into the plush of the pillow as he tries to visualize more of your naked figure.
how he wishes you didn’t get assigned to that mission and how the plush of your walls would welcome his cock. how he would pound into you from behind and watch your ass jiggle, his hands leaving marks from how hard he’s gripping your hips. how your delicate hands would desperately be holding on the sheets of the bed as you moan his name in pleasure.
his eyes flicker to your sleeping form again, licking his lips when he sees your tit slipping out of your tank top. he increases the pace of his hand as he continues staring, how he wishes he can suck and lick them right now.
he visualizes pinning you down with his large form towering over you as he drills his dick deep inside of you. he clenches his eyes as he tries to suppress the groan, his pace picking up.your tits bouncing with each thrust, your mouth parted slightly, making drool drip down to your chin. your eyes half-lidded, drunk off of his cock. how he wishes he could shoot his thick loads of cum into you instead of wiping it away.
he can hear you moaning and chanting his name, “xavier, xavier”, unaware that it was actually you calling right beside him. xavier’s movement slows, his gaze locking onto yours with pleading eyes. “help” he whimpers, releasing the hem of his shirt from his teeth.
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Zayne:
pages and pages of patient records and nursing notes were scattered across zayne’s desk. leaning slightly, he observes the new notes from the nursing staff. a few of the updates regarding the patient's conditions and status changes were incorrect, requiring his attention to make corrections. he couldn’t help but feel frustrated. this wasn’t the kind of work he’d hope to take home after a long day in the operating room.
he shifts his focus between the reports and his computer but his gaze keeps wandering to the framed pictures and trinkets on his desk. it was very unlike zayne to be so easily distracted, yet the little memories seemed to pull his attention away.
he could already hear your voice teasing him “you’re always telling me to take breaks, maybe you should listen to your own advice zayne!” and he would glance down at you, imagining the playful pout on your face as you drag him out of the room.
your soft hands would guide him to the couch, away from the stress that had been weighing down on him. you must have made him something sweet as you reach for the cup, bending purposely low enough for him to catch a glimpse of your ass. you would settle comfortably on his lap, letting him take the first sip while never breaking eye contact with you. once he finishes, you take a small sip, a small dribble of the drink slips down your chin lower and lower.
a playful smile would tug at the corner of your lips as you nuzzle in closer to him. he could feel your boobs pressing against him while your delicate hands trace the buttons of his shirt as you ask him with pleading eyes, “what’s on your mind zayne?”
he could’ve easily told you about his frustrations right now but both of you knew the answer was simple, it was you. zayne was quite strong and patient but when it came to you, you were the sun to his snow, melting and leaving him completely vulnerable just by your touch.
he momentarily loses his train of thought, his cock straining hard against his pants. he hesitates, feeling guilty for thinking about the possibilities of what could’ve happened in the scenario he imagined. but when his palm drags slowly against his clothed length, he feels relief spreading through his body. 
he tries to fight back these images of you, he has to go back and finish his work but how can he when small mementos of you are all over his desk? his desk, where he’s taken you over and under many times. the way he would have you bent over his desk, his cock rubbing against your weeping cunt before slowly sinking in. your cunt fluttering as it envelops his length completely.
he groans as he feels himself grow harder, the outline of his cock pressing against his trousers, begging to be free. he unbuckles his belt before lifting his hips up to pull down his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. his palm drags slowly along his length, the relief he once felt spreading through his body again.
he imagines it’s your soft warm hands that drag along his shaft. he visualizes you sitting here with your legs spread wide on his desk instead of these papers scattered all over. he lets his head fall back on his office chair, his eyes half- lidded as he imagines your weeping cunt. your beautiful eyes staring up at him as you take him fully as he kneads your pretty boobs.
your pretty moans, your walls fluttering around his dick was driving his mind insane. he squeezes his cock harder at the thought, feeling his orgasm nearing. soft groans as he thinks of his name falling from your lips. he pumps faster and faster until those beautiful eyes of yours are standing right in front of his door, holding his box from his favorite bakery.
zayne’s ears are bright red and you can’t tell whether it’s from rubbing his length or you finding him the act. he breathes in deeply, trying to sit up until you close the door and set the box aside.
“do you need any help doc-tor?”
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Rafayel:
thomas had assigned him another art piece for an upcoming event but unfortunately the art block had plagued him for days. the deadline was approaching soon and surely thomas would nag him nonstop if he didn’t come up with anything. so in the last attempt, he found himself swimming in his bathtub, a pencil balanced over his nose as he stared blankly at the canvas in front of him.
he absentmindedly paddled his feet in the water, boredom creeping in. he missed you. thomas had banished you ( errands to help with the event ) so he could focus on the project, but how was he supposed to concentrate when his greatest inspiration isn’t by his side?
he pouts, sitting up to grab a towel to dry off the water on his skin before it smudges the canvas. pulling the canvas closer, he begins sketching. he starts with your cute little head, the one he loves to kiss so much. he captures the strands of your hair that contain the scent he adores, the one that always smells like home. and he adds your bright smile, the one that lights up his entire day.
he lowers to your chest, the one where he loves to lick and squeeze that makes you throw your head back. then down to your tummy, the place he loves to tease you with trails of wet kisses because he knows he’s getting closer. and your legs, the legs that would be pressed together whenever you were so shy to show him your soaking cunt.
he lets out a deep breath, his eyes travel down his body, his dick already hard and throbbing. he sinks back into the tub, taking his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. his studio was empty so doesn’t bother suppressing his whimpers.
he licks his lips as he imagines your naked figure, water trickling down your wet breasts, your nipples hard and perky. your pretty little hand and eyes admiring his toned chest. he watches his fist drag up and down his shaft, pre-cum already leaking from his slit. those pretty eyes, the ones that look up at him pleadingly as your lips wrap around the head of his cock.
how he loved to imagine hearing you beg as he sits you down on his cock in the water, begging for friction, for movement. impatient girl
he imagines bending you over the cold surface of the tub, slowly sinking into you. how wet your body would be and the sounds you two would create once he was fully in. plap! plap! plap! wet and slippery skins against each other as his other hand slides up your sides to grab your ass or thighs. 
he pumps faster and faster into his swollen tip, unaware that you dropped the art supplies the moment you walked into the door. he was wrapped in his own world that he didn’t even hear you pick up and spill a million apologies.
he pants heavily, snapping out of his daze. his half-lidded eyes meet yours as he extends his hand towards you. “well? a performance always deserves some kind of reward.”
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Sylus:
your boss let you go home early once there were no signs of energy fluctuations in any nearby areas and that everything seemed to be running smoothly. as you made your way to the bathroom, you figured a hot shower would hit the spot once you heard the water running.
your breath catches in your throat once you cracked the door open enough, catching a glimpse of sylus through the foggy glass of the shower doors. 
even through the foggy glass, you could tell from the position he was in and what he was doing. one hand pressed against the foggy glass while the other wrapped tightly around his flushed cock. he watched his hand drag along his length, filled with nothing but thoughts of you. 
you couldn’t help but watch, completely captivated by the way his white wet hair frames his sharp features, how water drips down to his toned muscles. you stood by the door completely frozen, lost in a daze until his voice broke through the silence of your thoughts.
“y/n” a moan escaping his lips as he imagines you being there with him in the shower. droplets of water run down his muscular nude body. the water was warm but yet he felt burning hot.
it was an addictive image of you where his cock was nestled between your lips, his fingers tangling in your hair. he can imagine your lips around the head of his cock, sucking lightly and hollowing out your cheeks before pulling back with a lewd and wet sound.
you’d repeat your motions, swirling your tongue along his tip, relaxing your jaw to take his cock once more. he sees your body below him, your wet hair framing your face beautifully as your eyes looked at him as he carefully works his cock down the tight tunnel of your throat.
but it doesn’t stop there.
he visualizes pinning you against the foggy glass of the shower doors, sinking his thick cock into your soaking hole. your legs would wrap around his waist, a moan escaping your lips as he pushes all the way in. his hips slap against your own while your wet tits bounce as his cock drills into your pussy.
he pumps faster into his swollen tip, thrusting into his fast. you can hear him spill curses and praises for you as he continues to think of the way how your cunt clenched around his length.
you squeeze your legs together as you look away from the door, your panties wet from watching your lover get off to you. you were lost in your own world as you debated on joining him or handling things with your own hands, that you didn’t even notice the sounds that slip off his lips had come to a halt. it wasn’t until the door opened that snapped you back to reality.
a towel hung loosely around his waist, his damp hair sticking to his skin while water trickles down the outlines of his muscles. he tilts his head slightly, a small smirk curling at the corners of his lips. “i hope you enjoyed my show. you’re more than welcome to join.”
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a/n: ahhhh hihi again izzy ! im doing well since im finally in my winter break i hope you're doing great luv lmk <3 i apologize this took me forever to write i was busy with school so i kept going back and forth with the rough draft and school (╥﹏╥) i wanted to make sure at least all of them were in diff scenarios :o i hope you enjoyed reading ! thank you for supporting and reading my works it truly means so much to me !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i hope to see you again soon (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
special thank yous to my beta readers mwah; @ilovemitsuya , @justwinginglife ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
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simpjaes · 2 months ago
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Jake thought he could get away with purchasing your panties off of your brother without anyone knowing. Unfortunately, the dorm life, where Jay exists literally three feet away from him at all times makes that impossible. or the one where jake tries to jerk it while his roommate is sleeping and jay just wants him to share a lil bit of what he has hidden under his pillow
minors dni! | requested by anonymous
WORDCOUNT― 1.2k
PAIRING― jake x jay x reader's panties
WARNINGS ― both jake and jay are fucking weirdos. bisexual jay. jake is just horny so he's like "well, ok i guess"
NOTE― tumblr hasn't been letting me post longer drabbles as an ask, so to the anon who sent me this idea, ur brain. mwah.
smut tags under cut:: 
smut tags― masturbation, panty sucking, kind of guys kissing, cum, moaning, purchasing of panties lol
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“Where did you get those?”
Jay stares forward at his roommate, narrowing his eyes for a moment in realization. 
“Found them.” Jake shrugs, trying to hide the item crumpled in his fingers, shoving them quickly into his pocket as if it would keep Jay from asking any more questions.
Unfortunately, Jay knows what those are, and knows who they belong to. He saw that fucking instagram post. Jake saw it too, Jay saw his bitch ass like the picture as soon as it was posted. 
It was a photo of you alongside your friends. You hadn’t noticed at the time the image was posted, and god, fuck, Jay wishes you never found out because the whole post was deleted shortly after. It was a panty shot, you sitting there on the front steps of a bar alongside your friends. If you zoomed in on the photo, because let’s be honest, Jay always zoomed in, you could see it. You could see your panties.
An accidental panty shot.
So, Jake would be out of his fucking mind to think Jay doesn’t know what those are. What he wants to know is how the fuck he got his hands on them.
Jake awkwardly stands, almost like a deer in headlights as Jay closes in on him, furrowing his brows and glaring at him.
“Jake.” Jay warns him with a deeper tone, “Where the fuck did you get those?”
Jake, famously bad at telling lies, stiffens up before dropping his shoulders entirely. 
“I paid her little brother for them.”
Jay lends him a look of disgust. Not because he thinks it’s weird, but more so because why the fuck didn’t he think of that first?”
“Bro…” Jay trails off, wanting to reach into Jake’s pocket and grab them himself, but he relents...for now. “How much did you pay for them?”
What Jake thought would be a scolding session, or like, a life long reason to mock and make fun of him turns out to be…oh. Now, hold on.
“Wait–” He takes a step back, raising a brow. “Why do you care?”
“Are they dirty?” Jay continues to question. “What do they smell like?”
Then, silence as the realization hits them both. 
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Well.
Jake expected to spend his first night with these panties alone, but it seems like Jay isn’t willing to let him out of his sight with them. Weird, absolute freak behavior, but he gets it. 
He’d probably do the same if he noticed Jay twirling your panties in his hands too. Still, he’s been dying to jerk off since he got the first whiff of them. 
Yes, they’re dirty. 
He didn’t pay $200 for nothing. And your brother drives a hard bargain. Jake seriously almost dipped into his saving because the fucker wanted more for them. Fucking pervert, selling his sister’s panties to make an extra buck.
Whatever. 
The issue now is the fact that Jay just lingers.
“Weren’t you supposed to go to work tonight?” Jake groans, hating the dorm life and despising the lack of jerking off he’s been able to do with a roommate so close. 
“I called in.” Jay deadpans, rolling over on his bed and acting like he’s going to go to sleep. 
Jake leaves it at that, rolling his eyes in a huff and flopping down on his own bed. 
An hour goes by in silence.
Two hours.
Jake’s eyes are bloodshot by this point because he really is sleepy. He’s got class at eight tomorrow morning, after all. Thankfully, he can tell Jay is asleep by now. Which means…
He’s as quiet as he can be when he reaches under his pillow, nearly moaning at the feeling of the panties against his fingertips alone. He’s lucky Jay didn’t see him stuff them under here, because for a second he was almost worried they’d be nowhere to be found once he finally got to do this. 
And so, silently still, he grabs them and gently lays them across his nose, inhaling deeply before sliding his hand down and into his sweatpants. 
He breathes the scent of you in, imagining all sorts of things until he’s working up a sweat trying to hold in his silence. Even if he were being loud, he wouldn’t know it, his ears have been ringing since the first touch of his cock, if he’s being totally honest.
They’re ringing so loudly, and his eyes are shut so tightly that he doesn’t even notice Jay getting out of bed and standing in front of him. He only realizes when the scent of you is suddenly gone and a waft of fresh air fills his lungs instead.
His abs flex as he opens his eyes in a frustrated groan before he’s ripping his hand from his pants and trying to snatch the beloved item back. 
“What the fuck?!” Jake grips, not even hiding how hard he is before lifting himself from his bed, onto his knees to try and grab at Jay’s arm. 
Jay, already lost in the sauce much like Jake was previously, will be damned to hand them over so easily. So, he presses his two fingers into the seat of the panties and sucks them into his mouth.
Jake nearly sees red at that. 
“I paid for those.” He seethes out this time, cock jumping unintentionally at the way Jay’s other hand is blatantly down his own pants, unashamed, right there in front of him. 
“We can’t share?” Jay mumbles from around the panties, leaving the fabric in place while pulling his fingers out, reaching for Jake’s arm to pull him even closer. 
All Jake can do is follow the grip on him in shock, unsure of what to do but fuck, he was so close already. Jay seems weirdly okay with this…why can’t he?
“Have you not tasted her yet?” Jay mumbles again, rolling his eyes back briefly when he flicks his wrist against the head of his cock. 
Jake wouldn’t know what’s going through his mind even if you tortured him to say it. Genuinely, there is no excuse for him to lean forward like this, chasing the scent of your panties right up against his own room mate’s mouth. He tries to save himself from crossing that line by trying to tug them out with a gentle pull, but it doesn’t work. Why doesn’t it work?
Because Jay closes the distance for him. Not kissing him, but lying his lips against Jake’s with the panties acting as a barrier. And then? He presses his tongue out, as if giving the panties back to Jake through a kiss.
Jake moans when he slightly pulls back, hesitating as he moves his hand down his own pants again. Unsure if he’s moaning for the taste of you, the intense arousal in his gut, or, well, being kind of kissed when he like, really really needs it. Jay or not, human contact is human contact when he's this fucking turned on.
Already, Jay is close with the remnant of your pussy on his tongue, but opening his eyes and seeing Jake act just as insane as he does– he can’t help it. There’s something about the taboo nature of it. The way Jake paid for panties from a girl who barely knows either of them. The way he started loudly jerking off as if Jay wasn’t three feet away from him before. The way he flushed while watching Jay try and get some of it too, jerking himself off in the open like that.
The way Jake just..stays here, inches from his face and cums against his sweat pants with a broken moan, drooling all over the panties.
It’s not that his roommate turns him on or anything. Honestly, Jay could give less of a shit about Jake in terms of sexuality but that moan. So broken, so desperate. He couldn’t help himself, reaching and tearing the panties out of Jake’s slack mouth as he releases, just to shove them down his own pants, cumming all into the fabric to not only the taste, scent, and feeling of your panties, but the sound of Jake whimpering at the loss.
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tfwbluu · 19 days ago
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what do u think riki’s kinks are
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PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader
WARNINGS — dom riki mostly, it’s just descriptive with some lines here and there, we’re talking about kinks so there’s that.
WORDCOUNT — 0.8K
NOTE — i don’t want to be repeating myself from my previous works so let’s do with the ones i haven’t done yet. it’s ok if yall don’t agree with me, these are just my personal opinions !
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Toys. He’d love the idea of teasing you with them, maybe fucking a dildo into you or pressing a vibrator against your clit until you were trembling. And if he caught you using them while he was gone? Oh, he’d make sure to turn it into some sort of punishment.
“C’mon, angel,” he taunted, his voice low and teasing as he pressed the vibrator against your clit just enough to make you squirm. His other hand worked the dildo in and out of you at a slow, deliberate pace. “You were fucking yourself on this earlier, couldn’t even wait for me. So now, this is all you get.”
Bondage. He’d definitely be the type to tie you up, relishing the control it gave him. Whether it was your hands bound behind your back or stretched upright, or your legs tied open to keep you completely exposed, he didn’t care as long as you couldn’t stop him from doing exactly what he wanted. He loved the sight of you spread out, helpless to his every touch, unable to hide from the pleasure he gave or the punishment he delivered.
“You’re sensitive?” he’d murmur, a sly grin spreading across his face as he pounded into you relentlessly. “I never imagined you’d be this sensitive, but I love it.”
Size kink. Have you seen his build? He’d absolutely use it to his advantage. His massive hands would engulf yours, his broad frame could easily cover you completely, and no matter your height or build, he’d always make you feel small. Especially when it came to the size of his cock—he’d relish the way it stretched you, the slight bulge it created against your stomach, or how easily he could manhandle you into positions you never thought possible. Greedy and insatiable, he’d do whatever it took to have you just the way he wanted.
“You’re so tiny beneath me, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. His hand drifted down, caressing the visible bulge in your stomach. “Look at you,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing, “taking my cock so perfectly.”
“Too much?” he’d tease, thrusting in slowly, his grin widening. “But I’m not even fully in yet. Just wrap your legs around me, angel. I know you can take all of me. Wanna be a good girl for me, right?”
Dacryphilia. He probably didn’t even realize it until he saw you like this—your lips stretched around his cock, tears and drool spilling down your face as you took him deeper. The sight drove him wild, something about you spurring him on, sending a rush of heat straight through him. He’d wipe away your tears with his thumb, the motion surprisingly tender, even as his hips kept moving, his voice low and strained.
“F-Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he’d groan, his head falling back for a moment before his eyes met yours again. “Feels so good, angel. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this, y’know?”
Choking. He loved using his big hands to grip your neck, especially when he was wearing rings. The cold metal pressing against your flushed skin made your head spin. His grip was firm, just enough to leave you breathless, or sometimes he’d use it to hold you up from behind.
Neck grabs, deep grunts, the desperate roll of his hips against yours. “You wanna cum, yeah? Then cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice heavy with need.
“Haa, tired already?” he mocked, his tongue clicking in feigned disapproval. “Tsk, tsk, tsk... always leaving me to do all the work.” His hand tightened around your neck as he pulled you up, continuing to thrust into you without missing a beat.
Missionary. He’d absolutely thrive on seeing the raw effect he had on you. With his cock buried deep inside you, he’d watch every flicker of pleasure on your face, loving the way your lips parted for soft moans or how your body twitches when he teased your sensitive nipples.
“Look at me, pretty,” he’d murmur, his voice deep and commanding. “I wanna see how good I make you feel.”
Eye contact would be non-negotiable. He needed to see the way your gaze melted with desire, and if you wanted to cum, you’d have to look right at him.
“You’re close?” he’d ask, smirking as he slowed to a torturous pace, drawing a whine from you. You begged him, finally locking your eyes with his.
If you didn’t? He’d slow down, torturously edging you, leaving you trembling, desperate, and on the brink of tears. Only when you finally obeyed, locking your eyes with his, would he give in, pounding into you relentlessly until you were completely undone.
“Eyes open, sweetheart,” he cooed, his thrusts picking up again. “Yeah, that’s my girl. Gonna cum for me now, mhm?”
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kissenturine · 7 months ago
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐀 boothill x m!reader — 3.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact
TO NOTE: mechanic!reader, sub!reader, reader gives boothill a dick, reader takes away his censorship, mean dom!boothill, maybe ooc!boothill, fingering, heavy heavy dirty talk, boothill calls reader a whore & slut, boothill steps on reader's dick, blowjobs (boothill receiving), degradation. lmk if i missed anything!!
KAI SAYS: boy am i down bad for this little space cowboy
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As a hardworking mechanic, you often pride yourself on your accomplishments. You—like any decent one—had many. From what you worked with to what you managed to fix, there were many things that could be considered impressive to a crowd.
None of them, however, were as impressive as the time you managed to remove Boothill’s censorship and give him back what he called: “a missing piece of his heart.”
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Your dimly lit mechanic shop is cluttered with tools amongst other sharp things. Scattered about every flat surface usable is a screw, nail, wire, metal board—anything you could make use of. In the centre of the workshop is the only real space you kept clean.
Sitting in the middle of the room is a large, metallic workbench. It’s impressive, to say the least. Hooked up to an uncountable number of wires, switches and knobs decorating the sides, tools hanging from hooks, everything about it is a sight to behold.
What’s more impressive—even more magnificent—is the man sitting on top of it.
With his legs sprawled out and his head idly lolling from side to side, Boothill himself is a man to bless the eyes. The way his body worked, how each wire and sensor inside his cyborg body worked in tandem with each other to create the masterpiece that was him.
Of course, you only think like that because you’re a mechanic. You know how hard it is to put together a synesthetic body part, let alone a whole human being.
To people who don’t know the complexities of machinery, they might just think he’s a handsome cyborg. And really, they weren’t wrong. Whoever created his body, whether it was Boothill himself or another person, was quite the artist with the way they’d managed to create Boothill as a cyborg and still leave in his human charm.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Boothill grumbles, pulling you very quickly out of your thoughts. “Ya gonna continue starin’ or ya gonna actually help a guy out?” He waved at the dent in his hip, a noticeable cave to the metal plate.
“Yes, yes.” You huff. While you did find the cyborg part of Boothill impressive, his personality… not so much. He was endearing at times, but mostly he could be a pain in the ass.
A lot of the time, he’d get himself scratched and broken just to come back to you only when he’s on the brink of shutting down. Or, he’d either only come to you with the smallest, most irrelevant and easy-to-fix problems known to man.
His current state being the latter.
You make your way carefully over to Boothill, dropping to your knees beside the workbench to inspect the minimal damage done to his hip. “It’s… not even that bad.” You murmur, eyes darting up to his. “You could probably play it off as a hip dip or something.”
“Nope!” Boothill grunts, moving his metallic hand to tap against the metal of his hip. “Not happenin’ cutie. Need this body o’ mine to be in tip-top condition for my next bounty.” He grins widely, stretching his legs in front of him as he rests his arms back behind his head.
You only roll your eyes in response, already pulling out your screwdriver to replace Boothill’s so-called “broken” hip. “Whatever you say then…” You grumble, working away at the screws on the plate.
“Thanks, sweet cheeks.” Boothill hums, absentmindedly picking at the metal of his shoulder.
You wince at the nickname, your eyes shifting from where you’re working to Boothill’s face. “What’s with the nicknames…?” You say, voicing your curiosity. “We’ve known each other for what, six months now?” You raise an eyebrow at him before you continue. “Six months, and we're not even dating yet you always seem to use some form of a nickname.”
“Well,” Boothill hums, “the guy that made this good ol’ body of mine decided I would benefit from losing a thing or two. Those bein’ my ability to swear and of course my clock.”
“Your… clock?” You give him a confused look as you screw the metal back into place, finishing off his new hip.
“No, no, cutie, not an actual clock.” Boothill rolls his eyes. “My, uh, manhood, ya know?”
“Your…” You trail off. “Oh.”
He grins at you, opening his legs widely on the table. “Look if ya want, I got nothin’ to hide down there.” He gives you a wink before leaning further into your workbench.
You glance down at his crotch and see that it is, indeed, very flat. I guess what he said is true then…
You’re about to pick up your tools when you hear Boothill call for you, his name dropping from his lips. “Hey, uh, you don’t happen to have any o’ those synesthetic clocks, do ya?”
You give Boothill a blank look. While you did have a few lying around, as per a customer who was willing to pay a hefty price of seven million credits for one, you didn’t think Boothill would want one.
“Yeah…” You eventually respond. “I do.”
Boothill’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. “Oh, mother fudgin’!” He says before eagerly jumping off the workbench. “Please,” he begs, “ya gotta hook me up with one! Haven’t felt it in so long, ‘s like a piece of my heart’s been missing!”
You cringe at his choice of terminology before looking up at the pleading man. “Well, they cost a hefty price—”
“I’m willin’ t’pay!” Boothill cries, the same pleading tone still present in his voice. “Please, anythin’ for my clock back!”
“I—y’know what, fine.” You grumble, not having the energy to think up an argument. You wave your hand at your workbench. “Sit on the edge while I grab one. I’m just gonna assume you want the biggest size.”
You hear the faint rumble of Boothills laugh. “Oh, darlin’ you know me so well!”
You roll your eyes, pulling out a key to unlock a drawer where you kept your synesthetic… manhoods. You eye them all, cautiously taking one on the very left end before closing the drawer and going back up to Boothill.
“So.” You say, holding the synesthetic member awkwardly in front of Boothill. “Eight inches, pretty thick, the colour an’ design of the metal goes pretty well with your cyborg parts, I think it matches you.”
“Oh-ho-ho!” Boothill grins, his sharp teeth shining under the light. “Now that's what I’m talking about. Can’t wait to have my fudgin’ shift back.”
You roll your eyes at the censorship before tapping Boothill’s knee. “Spread your legs, gotta get to you if you want me to actually put this on.”
Boothill gives you a teasing look and you already know what he’s about to comment on. “If you wanted to see my new duck in action, ya could’ve jus’ asked.” He grins and you roll your eyes again. Just what you predicted.
“Shut up and spread your legs.” You say, a harsh tone evident in your voice. This time Boothill complies, his knees spreading as you once again take your place, kneeling on the floor—this time between his legs.
Slowly, you unscrew the metal panel on Boohill’s crotch area.
Once it’s fully out, you take a peek into the hole you just opened, trying to grasp what you’re working with. You puff out your cheeks, sighing as you peer into the hole between Boothill’s legs.
There’s an assortment of jumbled wires, a few switches, and—is that a remote control? With two fingers, you manage to pry your way into the cavity in Boothill’s crotch. Lithly and carefully, you pull the remote from the little clasp it was stuck in before sliding it out.
You inspect it cautiosly, taking note of how there’s only one singular switch on the flat of it. You contemplate flipping it, but then it crosses your mind that touching random things that came from inside Boothill’s body wasn’t the best idea.
Setting the remote to the side for later, you continue your work with Boothill’s new member.
Carefully, very, very carefully, you attach each wire to the base of Boothill’s new appendage, making sure everything is kept neat and tidy. With a quick glance up at Boothill, you can instantly tell he’s at least somewhat relaxed.
“Boothill.” You call, tapping the inside of his metal thigh. “I’m gonna connect the synesthesia now, so you might get a bit…” You cough awkwardly. “Aroused… But just ignore it and try not to like—y’know, cum all over my face.”
Boothill grins down at you, once again flashing you his sharp teeth. “Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’ve got some self-control.”
You nod your head, cautiously pushing the two wires together. The instant you twist them into place, you hear Boothill let out a loud groan. “Fudge, I missed this.” He murmurs, his dick twitching to life right in front of your face.
The sight, being able to watch as the new tip of his metal cock twitches and lifts, sends a shiver down your spine—one you chose to ignore as much as possible. Your hands go back to his shaft, gently pressing a screw in and Boothill lets out a loud hiss, his dick twitching in your hand.
“Darlin’ you’re teasin’ me.” He grunts before peering down at you through half-lidded eyes.
You don’t say anything, making sure to work carefully at his dick, making sure everything is functioning. As you trail your hand along the underside of his shaft, Boothill’s thigh twitches, pushing against your head and forcing your face closer to his cock.
You let out a squeal of surprise, eyes darting up to Boothill, whose face is flushed a warm pink with his teeth pulled between his lips. “Didn’t know this would affect you this much.” You murmur, a playful edge in your voice. You hate to admit it, but you’re already half-hard from being so close to Boothill and working on him in such an… intimate way.
“Shut it, darling.’” The cyborg grunts, and you laugh at the way his hands curl into fists beside him. “Haven’t felt like this in a while.”
“I can tell.” You hum, tapping his tip a few times and smirking at the loud groan that leaves his lips.
“Fudging—” Boothill grunts, his hand grabbing tightly at your shoulder as you stand up. “Such a fudgin’ tease, aren’t ya, sweetie?”
“Dunno what you're talking about Boothill.” You say, feigning innocence. Sitting up from your kneeling position you grab the remote. “Any idea what this is?” You question, showing it to Boothill.
He eyes it carefully before shrugging. “Nah, got no clue.”
“Well, that’s a shame.” You huff. “Cause I found it inside you.”
Boothill gapes at you, his jaw going slack. “Inside me!?” He roars. “And you just—just took it out!? What if I need that to live?!”
“Relax, cowboy,” you groan, his loud voice getting on your nerves slightly, “it wasn’t connected to anything, and you seem pretty fine now.”
Boothill glares at you seemingly having forgotten about his rock-hard erection standing tall against his metal abs. “Give it here.” He says, making a ‘give’ motion with his fingers. He practically snatches it from your hand the instant you’re within arm's reach, his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer as he grabs at the remote. “Hmm…” He hums, inspecting it in his hands. Slowly, he slides the panel down, revealing two short words that make the two of you gasp.
“Censorship… Control.” Boothill reads, and you instantly snatch the remote into your hands.
“Hey!” Boothill yells! “Wait a darn minute—I need that!”
“No,” you respond flatly, “you don’t. Whoever built in that censorship must’ve done it for a reason—”
“Yeah!” Boothill grunts. “To annoy the fudge outa me!” He growls again, desperately trying to reach for the remote again. “Oh, fudgin’ give it! What’ll it take for you to give me the darn thing?!”
You grin.
Finally, he asked.
“I think a good enough payment would be to test out this new dick of yours.”
Boothill’s expression turns from anger and annoyance to a smirk in the blink of an eye. His hands are no longer grabbing at the remote, and instead resting on your waist. “Oh?” He coos. “Didn’t know you liked me that much.” He smirks, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “But a test drive would be so much more fun if I had my swearin’ back. Think of all the dirty lil’ things I could say to you, hm?”
Your face flushes as you feel Boothill’s cool breath fan over your ear. “I bet you'd really like if I turned it off, be able to swear to your heart’s content” You do your best to stand your ground, ignoring the blood that rushes to your cock and the way your pants grow tight. “But I think I can think of a better way to put your mouth to use.”
Boothill growls lowly, his grip moving from your waist to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze. “Turn it off and I might just show you what this mouth of mine is capable of.”
“Hmph.” You grunt. “Fine. Let's see how dirty this mouth of yours can get, Boothill." You whisper, your warm breath fanning over his chest. With that, you’re flicking his censorship off, once again leaving Boothill free to say whatever he wants.
“Atta boy.” He growls.
Boothill’s eyes narrow as you flick the remote, effectively ending his censorship. Your face flushes, watching his lips pull into a wide grin as he grips your ass, tugging down your pants and leaving them dropped at your ankles. “Don’t worry whore, I’ll show you just how good I am.” Boothill growls, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll have you screaming my name while you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”
You don’t say anything, only moving to press your face further into his neck.
“I’ll tell you every dirty word, every filthy thought that crosses my mind while I pound into your tight fuckin’ hole.” Boothill groans, starting to tug down your boxers too.
And suddenly, like he only now could process the extent that he could speak, Boothill is tugging you away from him only to press his lips harshly into you, murmuring into the kiss as he does. “You little slut, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re stuffed fuckin’ full of my dick. You’ll be drenched in your own cum, worshiping my cock, begging for more.” He lets out a loud groan, pulling away. “And don’t think you can fuckin’ hide, ‘cause I’ll take you right here an’ now, on your stupid workbench.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face, watching the sight of your absolute arousal dripping down your dick.
“Look at you, so fuckin’ hard.” He wraps his palm around your cock, giving it a sharp tug before pulling his hand away only to return with a sharp slap against your tip. “Bet you’d pull your pants down for anyone on the street, like a common whore.”
You whine, knees buckling at the slap. You collapse onto Boothill’s chest, letting out a plethora of pathetic sounds as you do.
“Aww.” Boothill coos, lifting your chin to face him. “This weak already?”
He grips your body, getting off your workbench only to lay you on top of it. You lay flat on your tummy, with you face pressed into the thin padding of the workbench.
“You’re gonna be a good boy now, an’ take what I give you, ‘kay?” Boothil says, bending your knees to push your ass into the air. His finger teases your puckered hole, tracing your rim, but never pushing anything in,
“Boothill.” You whine. “Put it in already!”
“What’d I say?” Boothill growls, bringing down a hand against your ass in a harsh spank. “That you’re gonna take what?”
“T-Take what you give me!” You whine, pressing your face into the cushion in embarrassment.
You can’t believe what’s currently happening. Here you are, face down and your ass in the air as Boothill eases a finger into your tight hole, occasionally giving mean spanks against your balls and ass.
Eventually, Boothill presses his first finger in. The feeling makes you gasp out, your back arching against the workbench. His fingers are so thick. You whine out, instinctively rocking your hips against his fingers.
“That’s it.” Boothill praises, bringing a hand to rub your back gently. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, like a good lil’ slut.” He presses in another finger, beginning to match the pace of your hips as he curls them.
He thrusts them in and out, and in and out until you’re seeing stars. Your eyes are rolled back, drool slipping from your lips as you moan and writhe against Boothill’s hand. He curls his fingers, easily finding your prostate and laughing cruelly when your dick twitches.
“Fuck, you’re so easy.” He moans, watching you fuck against his fingers. Slowly, he grabs his new metal dick, dragging the cool tip across the crack of your ass. You whine, your eyes squeezing shut at the cold sensation.
“Boothill!” You moan out. “D-Don’t stop, I—I’m so close!”
“Oh?” He questions. “And who told you that you had any right to tell me what to do?”
Just like that, he’s pulling his fingers away from you. You’re a whining, crying mess at that. Sobbing about how you needed his fingers, his dick, his anything to make you come. “Please!” You beg. “Need t’cum so badly!”
“Really?” Boothill smirks. “If that’s really what you want…” He tugs you off the workbench, watching you fall to the floor into a pathetic heap. “Then beg me for it.”
You nod eagerly, instantly getting on your knees and kissing against Boothill’s hard cock. The rough concrete of the floor is painful against your bare knees, but you can make due.
You’re quick to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool metal before pressing your lips slightly lower. Your tongue presses down, forced to drag along his underside the more you take him in.
You blink up at Boothill, tears welling in your eyes as you plead with him to help you. Help you. Use you. It didn’t matter.
Boothill lets out a tsk before grabbing your hair harshly. “What happened to my smart mechanic I knew so well? When’d he get replaced by this cock-hungry bitch who can’t even suck dick to save his life?”
At that, Boothill’s pressing your face all the way down. Your nose pokes at the cold metal of his pelvis before he’s pulling you back and thrusting his dick deep down your throat. He sets a quick pace, fucking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a fleshlight for him to use and throw away at his disposal.
Your jaw hangs slack, tongue forcefully dragging along the metal of his cock. Drool slips from your lips but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when your mouth is being stuffed so full. Boothill’s pace quickens and you moan weakly around his cock, feeling something poke at your own.
From what you manage to see through the corner of your eye, Boothill is stepping on your dick, rubbing the sole of his dirty shoe against your tip as it leaks precum all over the rough concrete. The feeling of his shoe on your dick, his cock stuffing your mouth—it’s all enough to send you over the edge.
Your eyes squeeze shut, your cock twitching pathetically under Boothill’s shoe as you shoot ropes of cum from your tip. Some of it sticks to the bottom of his shoe, and some squirts farther. Boothill laughs, rubbing his shoe harder into your dick, watching you whine around his cock.
“C’mon slut, you can take it. This is the payment you wanted, so don’t go crying on me now.”
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tigerpeachs · 1 year ago
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Drunk On You - Itadori Yuuji
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-`ღ´- tags: 18+, itadorixreader, pet name usage, afab reader, pwp, alcohol consumption, restroom sex, public sex, cream pie 
-`ღ´- wc: 3.1K
-`ღ´- a/n: I didn’t get to go out because my bank account is empty AND there's a dumb storm in my area. So, while bitterly sitting on my phone, I wrote this whole thing in a single text post. Might be errors but fuck it we ball.
-`ღ´- synopsis: Itadori wants to be a protective friend, but he’s still a man and he’d be stupid to let this opportunity slip by. Basically, you go clubbing with the girls and end up creampied in a nasty club restroom. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 
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Itadori Yuji was a man at the end of the day. He wanted to be a friend and a caregiver at all times to those close to him. But he can only handle so much.
He didn’t care much about going out, but when Nobara and you explained it’s important to have a guy around for safety, he begrudgingly agreed to join you guys. He feels a little out of place being the only guy around when Nobara, Maki, and you are slamming back shots while picking out outfits and make up. Sometimes Yuuta makes an appearance but tonight he’s “busy”.
Yuji didn’t believe that for a second. He probably was just sleeping in after lounging around with Toge. The thought was taken off his mind as soon as you strolled over with two shots. Tequila. No lime wedge or salt in sight. He gulped harshly, before meeting your eyes.
“C'mon Yu, please. The girls won’t drink tequila with me.” You whine to him, cheeks already flushed from drinking. He tries to laugh and puts his hand out to push the shot away, but you persist, dropping the glass. Itadori’s hand shot out to catch it. The liquid spilled across his hand and you continued your begging.
“Look! It’s less full now, you don’t even have to take a full one, so please?” You pout and your eyebrows furrowed together in a faux fashion.
He can’t help smiling at how persuasive you were. You just wouldn’t quit, would you?
“You’re gonna get me in trouble! How am I supposed to protect you and DD like this?” He whisper-yells, all to play along with  his role for the night. But yet again, you pushed forward.
“Cmon, Yuu, please? Don’t make me drink alone,” your voice became softer and timid as you said the last part. You batted your eyelashes at him and nudged the shot in his hand up. Itadori always feels warm when you give him attention, and now is no different.
If he took the shot would you leave him? Or would you stay close to him, happy that he listened? Is it manipulative if he wants to do whatever makes you stay close to him?
“We’re leaving in five!” Nobara called out, causing you to gasp.
“Please,” you tried one last time. And Itadori sighed before raising the shot in the air. You smiled with those pink glossy lips and joined him.
Up. Down. Drink.
It wasn’t the worst shot he’s taken but it caused his jaw to tense and his lips pursed together. You laughed at his reaction, getting out a little sympathic “Oh Yu.”
Getting to the club was a blur. He remembers Nobara sitting in the front to control the music while you and Maki sang your hearts out in the back of the car. Then he was in the club, ordering drinks for you all.
He got himself a beer and slowly passed out the drinks. When he turned around, you weren’t there. He sighed in defeat, knowing you probably rushed to the dance floor the moment you heard a solid base drop.
Maki and Nobara, with secured drinks, were already going over to the DJ to request whatever music they wanted. Then there was you, alone in the crowd, twisting and whining your hips to the beat. He hated to admit it, but the way you danced had every guy looking your way, including him.
You rolled your body to the sound, throwing your hair to the side. Your split hem skirt was riding up quickly from the constant up and down your hips and ass did. The bass could be felt through the floor. It resonated in your ribcage as you shook your body. Dropping low, rising again, and you kept your eyes closed knowing any contact made with someone else would result in an unwanted invitation.
It wasn’t until Itadori finally reached you, that you finally let a smile grace your features. He passed you the drink and you tried saying “you didn’t have to” over the music but Itadori pretended not to hear you.
“Hmm?” He questioned and you decided to reach up and grab the nape of his neck. Your fingers slid across his undercut as you pulled him down.
“I said!” You lost your thought as his cologne filled your senses. It made your tongue heavy and you had to swallow before continuing. “I said you didn’t have to!”
Yuji pulled back a little bit to smile at you. “I know that, I wanted to,” he said. The cost of the tab was lower than the cost of some creep trying to hit on you or your friends.
Before you could admit how happy that made you. The intro to your favorite song dropped. You widen your eyes, looking over at the DJ booth to see Maki and Nobara cheering as the song starts. You laugh as other girls in the club start to dance with more vigor. Itadori did his best to raise his drink and stop it from spilling as people started to crowd the floor more.
Soon enough you were wedged between him and other girls. You tried to keep things fun and low risk by making a face and moving your head back and forth to show Itadori you enjoyed the song. He did the same, trying to move in sync with you.
You knew Itadori knew how to dance. You chalked it up to how fit he was but nothing more. You knew he settled with his two steps and light shuffling to the beat for the group's sake. You sipped on your drink, watching him through your lashes.
Eventually you found yourself with you back facing him. Yuji couldn’t help but watch you rock your body back and forth, you whined your hips, tightening and rolling your abdomen. Your ass sat right in front of him, moving up and down. He knew his face was flushed and it wasn’t because of the damn beer he was nursing.
You lose your footing, stumbling back against him. Yuji caught you with a hand on your hip. You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with him. An unintentional invitation was presented to you both. You could probably blame it on the atmosphere and the alcohol in your system, but you both refused to move back.
You looked forward again. The moves started subtle. A whine with a dip. Itadori watched as you held the same movement for a second, letting him catch up to you. His hand on your hip ran across your front as he pulled you back against him. He rocked side to side, closing his eyes to savor your ass settling on his groin.
He’s supposed to be looking out for you.
Itadori grounds himself as your rock your ass against him. He works to follow your movements, dragging the hand on your hip across your form. He feels hot. His cock was stiffening from the moment you tried to beg him to take a shot with him. He rasped out as you danced on him, causing your ass to shake right on him.
He pulls you up, his chest right against your back. He’s at a loss for words. All he can think about is how fucking good you feel pressing against him. You’re so soft and supple. You smell so good. He tried to make sure moments like this never happened beforehand. He’d opt for other guys coming or making sure your front ways face his front. He’d leave room for Jesus if there was space to do so. 
His best friend was grinding on his fucking dick and he didn’t even care to stop you. He fucking wanted it. He’s wanted it for so long. You stood straight, reaching back with a free hand to grab the nape of his neck again. Itadori looked down at your frame. You didn’t opt to say anything but with his chin hooked over your shoulder, he could see right down your skimpy top.
You boobs jiggled with each move your body made. His hand unconsciously started to drift upwards. His fingers played with the hem of your top. His muddled mind tried to work through everything going on. He felt sensitive. Between the people brushing against you both and you latching on to him, he couldn’t be bothered to recognize what song was playing or how your drink spilled over a few times.
But what he did hear, through the people, through the music, was a little soft whine that you bit off as Itadori teased the skin right under your breast. You wanted more. You wanted him to stuff his fingers down your skirt and feel how wet you are under your clothes. You wanted him to bite and suck on your neck just as you dreamed about doing to him.
He’s supposed to protect you.
Itadori lets your little hands pull at his large form. You slowly push through the crowd towards the nearest restroom. The drinks were long forgotten, dropped into the nearest trash can. The haze from grinding on Yuji didn’t pass, even though you both were separated now. You kept a hand wrapped around his as you knocked at the door in front of you. After a few seconds you rattled the doorknob and noticed it was unlocked.
He knew. He knew if he went in there with you, things would change forever. He swallowed trying to get rid of the irritation in his throat. You opened it slowly, not releasing his hand. Itadori wanted to be good.
He wanted to be a good friend for you. So he finally opened his mouth.
“Do you want me to wait outside?” He offered. But he should’ve known better than to stop you.
You continued to give him that sweet clueless look on your face. You didn’t answer him right away. Instead, you started to reach for your skirt, lifting it while saying “You gonna fuck me out here then?”
Itadori rushed to push your hands down, shoving the door open. He slammed you against the door frame the moment it was closed.
It was gross there. The floor is covered in alcohol and piss, the toilet is dirty and the sink has plastic cups collecting in it. The music was muffled through the door but you could still feel the base throughout the building. But neither of you cared as Yuji rutted his hips against yours.
You whined as he kissed your skin and grinded his hips back and forth against you. Your hands gripped at his hair and he wrapped around your ass, pulling you up to his height.
“You want me to fuck you?” Itadori rasped out between the kisses. He swore he could feel how wet your puffy cunt was even through your clothes. “You want my dick? Hmm?” He pressed forward. You whimpered instead of answering.
“Talk to me, pretty,” he begged. His hips halted and he pulled his face back to look at you.
Oh fuck.
Your eyes were glassy and your lip gloss tempted him under the crappy lighting. You looked like you were on the verge of tears from all this unintentional teasing.
“Please, Yu, i'm so,” you hiccuped and your hands grabbed at him for emphasis. “I’m so wet, please fuck me. Pretty please?” Yuji groaned before leaning in. He slotted his mouth right over your plump ones. You moaned and reached down for his cock. Your sloppy hands did their best, and after consistently fumbling, you finally got his belt undone.
You sighed into his kiss, letting his tongue overtake yours. His lips moved in motion with yours, tongue swiping over yours every time you pressed forward. Yuji tried to slide a leg underneath your cunt but you finally remembered the task at hand. You went back to fumbling with the button of his pants and moaned when you finally got them undone.
Itadori could faint from feeling your fingers urgently searching for his dick. He knew his tip was leaking in his underwear. He’s been hard for too long and he can’t wait to feel you wrapped around him. He’s jerked off so many times wondering about how good that pussy would feel on his fingers. On his tongue. Oh fuck and especially on his cock.
Yuji opted to hold you back with one hand, tugging down his underwear and pants down just enough that his cock was free. Within seconds your skirt was bunched around your waist, panties slipped to the side and finally his tip caught on your entrance.
“Oh fuck me,” You rasped out as he worked the first inch inside of you. He was big. Your best friend Itadori was fucking big. Without thinking, Yuji drops your pussy on his clock. Your whole body seizes up as you force your head into the space between his neck and shoulder.
Yuji sputtered your name as he bottomed out. Every fucking ridge of his cock was engulfed in your warm wet pussy. He could feel your slick dripping down his balls. He grabbed at your ass to ground himself. You both dropped your mouths in awe. Your whole body felt like it was subjected to this moment.
You clamped down and gasped as Yuji tried to move forward. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his forehead against yours. “Don’t, fuck, don’t tighten up like that, I’m trying not to cum right now.” His admittance caused you to grip him more. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, nails running across his undercut like before. You finally met his warm eyes, and blushed at the expression on his face.
You’ve seen Itadori in awe a lot. He’s someone who enjoys life at every moment. His smile was infectious and he’s adored things before, but the look he was giving you caused something deep inside you to flip over and over again.
“You okay?” He asked. Itadori was a man. As much as he wanted to slam into you, he was also your friend. He cared for you unlike anyone else.
You sniffled before responding.
“Yeah… just not used to something so big.”
He laughed at that, resting his forehead against you as you continue to rub at his undercut. Didn’t he tell you he wasn’t trying to cum too fast inside you?
“You’re such a sweet talker,” he gets out before kissing your cheek. “Am I okay to move, pretty?”
“Mmhm” you get out, recognizing the initial stretch has passed. “Please need you too,” you get out right as he pulls his hips back. From the first thrust the nerves in your body and firing off. Your pussy feels so raw, each thrust working you open more and more. You felt so full. You felt consumed by him.
Small moans slip from your lips as Itadori works into a regular pattern. You feel him circle his hips as he enters and exits your core. The added motion built more wetness from you.
“Fuck, just like that, Yu,” you whimper digging your nails into him. Itadori had a hard time concentrating. You were gripping him from all over. Your hands tugged at his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Your arms were wrapped around him, keeping him close. And your pussy, fuck, it felt like it never wanted him to leave. 
You moaned at every thrust he made, those sweet lips prompting him to keep going. His hands slid from your ass to your thighs, he pinned you against the door and pulled back enough to look down. You whined at the loss of contact but followed his eyes down.
He continued to fill you. Rocking his hips with intention instead of mindlessly thrusting inside your sweet pussy. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, face scrunching up in pleasure.
You dropped your mouth open, letting out a loud moan at the sight. His cock was fucking soaked. Your juices covered everything from his abdomen, shaft, and balls, all the way to your folds, clit, thighs, and even the sorry excuse for panties that you had on. He whined at how you tightened up at the sight.
“Like watching me fuck you?” He questioned only for you to moan and nod in response. You tried your best to thrust your lower half forward in Yuji’s vice-like grip. Your best friend's dick felt soooo good digging in your guts. 
“Mmhm, fuck me, Yu. Don’t stop,” you cried out as he picked up his pace. Yuji leaned back in, watching your face as he continued to fuck you just how you like. He was stretching you out so good. The friction he provided had your toes pointed and nerves on edge. You felt your stomach tightening up with each thrust he worked in.
“I’m close,” you get out softly. Itadori groaned. You were gonna cum on his cock. He couldn’t wait. He needed you to. He piston his hips, locking his lips against yours again. The feeling of his tongue teasing yours along with his bruising pace had you whining.
“Fuck, Yu,” you tried to get out between kisses and moans. He nodded, sliding his lips against yours in the motion.
“I know, I know, me too, baby,” he grits out. Soon you felt that band inside you snap. Your nails dug into his skin as your body seized up. You threw your head back, and couldn’t help but close your eyes at the pleasure shot up your spine throughout your whole body.
Yuji felt his balls tighten and fucking groaned feeling you clench and milk his dick. He was cumming. He was cumming hard right inside your pussy. The thought made his dick throb as you continued to clench and clamp down on him.
“Fu-uck, oh god,” Itadori cried out as you moaned. His sperm felt so good, warm and soothing against your beaten walls. You felt yourself calm down first, petting Yuji's jaw to bring him back to you. You kissed at his sweaty forehead humming as he pulled you up.
A pop sound resonated in the restroom, followed by Itadori’s moan. Fuck, you’d be the death of him. He finally set you down, wincing at the sight of your thighs covered in bruises from his fingertips. His eyes trailed upwards to look at your swollen pussy. A mix of cum dripped from your gaping hole. You shuddered as you slid your panties back in place and tried to fix your skirt.
Yuji hissed as he grabbed at his cock, and slipped it back in his pants. Before he could apologize in the post sex haze you’re giving him that sweet smile again.
And something tells him that you’re going to persist with getting him wrapped around your fingers again.
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readwritealldayallnight · 3 months ago
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Handsome
Captain John Price x Reader
wc: 1.4k words
warnings/tags: fluff, allusions to smut
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“Could always try something like this. Would be very handsome.” You inform him as you finish styling his newest bubble beard. Of the three he’s sported throughout your bath so far this evening, this is the best one in your opinion. And it’s definitely not because you can tell he’s becoming increasingly annoyed behind the soapy expression he wears.
“Accounting for the fact that I have yet to see any of ‘em, I’ll take your word for it, pretty.” His large hands give your hip a tighter grip, flesh peeking through between his slick fingers, before he continues to massage your thighs, calves, feet, whatever part of you he can get his hands onto below the sudsy surface of the water. “Though you’ve called ‘em all handsome I believe.” He adds with a cheeky raise of his eyebrow, as he tilts his head down closer towards yours.
“Think you’re always handsome��” you pretend to murmur shyly, tucking your chin into yourself, causing him to chuckle softly at you, as if you don’t tell him he’s handsome at least a hundred times s day.
“Well I think someone might be stallin’ just a wee bit here.” John finally says, sliding his palm down to give your ass a slight squeeze, as though you were his personal stress ball. A fidget toy he uses absentmindedly to concentrate as he looks you in the eye, searching for your reaction.
It’s true, the bath water isn’t nearly as warm as it was when you first entered (John actually called your preferred temperature ‘scalding’ and only semi reluctantly joined when you sat up tall enough in the water for your soapy breasts to be exposed to his gaze. It certainly isn’t cold enough that you have to get out any time soon, but you probably should get started if you don’t want to be freezing by the time you get done what you set out here to do in the first place.
“Okay, okay, no, I’m ready. I’m just- agh this is so silly don’t know why I’m making a big deal of it now.” You begin to babble as you move up onto your knees, which are straddling John’s lap, rinsing your bubble covered hands off in the water before reaching over the edge of the tub to grab the supplies you had laid out beforehand. One strong hand holds the back of your knee while the other strokes up and down your spine, further spreading goosebumps across your flesh.
“Hey.” He says in a tone you recognize as his watered down ‘Captain’ voice that he reserves only for you when trying to get a point across. “We’ve talked ‘bout that. It’s not ever ‘silly’ if it’s ‘bout your feelings, love. Well ya know, other than when you’re trying to be a cheeky minx but-” he laughs as you scoop off some of his bubble beard and blow it into his face. “But really you’re right. What if I’m not so handsome under all this scruff, eh?”
You roll your eyes at his attempt to tease you. Asking him if you could shave his beard for him had only been a joke at first. The mutton chops had grown on you, they were unique to him and in spite of his unbelievably busy work schedule and unpredictable hours, he maintained and upkept his facial hair in a way that it was surprisingly soft rather than scratchy against your skin. But one night somehow the conversation came up and you wondered aloud to him what he must’ve looked like when he was younger before he came to grow the style.
He’d teased you and said that you wouldn’t have given him the time of day if he’d walked up to you in a bar without his facial hair. He’d only said it because he knew how much you loved it, you were always telling him as much. But of course, you’d rebuffed him, stating that you would absolutely be smitten with a John Price with or without the ability to grow a beard. You’d even gone so far as to offer to shave his face for him the next time he wanted to go clean shaven. Which is where you find yourselves now, a few months later, the night before you head off for your first vacation together as a couple. John had said he wanted a shave before the trip, mentioning something about spending more time in the water and the beach, but you’d stopped being able to hear after he said the word shave.
Though it was true, you knew in your heart that you would obviously always love John, even sans beard, you couldn’t help but be a little nervous. You had never seen him without his signature facial hair, nor had you ever seen a photo of him where he wasn’t sporting at least a beard. It was true, you did have a thing for facial hair, and so you were curious as to what your lover’s bare face would resemble once the hair was gone.
“Well then we’ll get you a nice tan to compensate for it, how about that?” You teased him back, earning you a chuckle and two palms now finding their way to your ass cheeks to pull you back down to his lap. You raise your elbows, careful to keep the razor out of the way, offering him a ‘really?’ with your facial expression. “Okay logically, hair grows back, so it’s not the end of the world. You can always grow it back with time. But other than that,” you lean in closer to his ear and whisper, “I’m excited to finally kiss every inch of your handsome face, hiding under all that ‘scruff’.” You finish off by giving said scruff a light tug, enough to earn you a firm squeeze on your behind.
“Best get to it then, my love. I’ll show ya how I’d usually go ‘bout it.” He slips a hand out from under the water, extending his palm to you in silent question for the razor you hold. You hand it to him and this time earn yourself two loving pats from the hand still resting on your ass. With the safety cap still on, he shows you how he would be shaving if he were the one doing it. “Obviously haven’t got a mirror so I’m not doin’ a perfect job here but, I trust you pretty. I can hold your hand as you do it if that’d help.” He picks up your hand, placing the razor back in your palm still with the safety cap on, places his larger hand over yours, and continues to pretend to shave off his bubble beard.
“I think I’ve got it.” You said, more to steady yourself than in response to him, eyes fixated on the movement of the razor. He took this as your approval and dropped his hand back into the water, searching for a part of your body to squeeze. But your free hand was quick to dive in through the bubbles and snatch his wrist, bringing his hand back to where it was against yours holding the razor. “Didn’t mean I wanted you to let go of me…”
“Hmm,” he hums in approval, his other reaching across your waist to hold you more steadily to him. “Whenever you’re ready, pretty girl.”
By the time you’ve finished completely shaving John, the water’s long gone cold, he’s been nicked once (you actually count this as a success, having expected many more), your pebbled nipples are pressed up against his chest, you’ve become completely soaked from John’s free hand wandering to places it probably shouldn’t considering you were holding a razor to his face, and you can feel his very apparent reaction to the evening’s events against your own pulsing centre.
Oh, and you’re more in love with John Price than you ever thought you could be.
“So handsome…” you’re whispering to him with a starstruck, lovesick look across your face and glazed over look in your eyes, having just rinsed off the last of the suds and declared the shave finished with.
Having finally waited long enough, with increasing desperation, John guides your arms around his shoulders, grips you by the back of the thighs and rises from the water.
“Bath time’s over, darlin’. ‘Bout time I take you to bed.”
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no-144444 · 3 months ago
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smile, even though it's breaking- d.riccardo
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Day 15 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
summary: daniel is your older brother's best friend who you can't stand. it's his last race, and your last chance to speak your mind.
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You walked into the paddock with a sigh, knowing what was awaiting you. 
Daniel. 
Daniel had been in your life since before you could talk. He was your oldest brother’s friend, and he was going to be a racecar driver. You’d been in love with him since before you knew what that meant, of course, you’d never admit that. You hated him. You had to hate him. He’d never choose you. He’d always just be family, whatever that meant. 
“Morning,” he smiled. That stupid goofy smile. You wished you could punch him square in his bright white teeth and perfect smile. 
“Morning,” you grunted, moving past him to speak to Yuki. “Good luck today.”
Singapore. You felt guilty about all the speculation, especially when you knew that Liam would be in his seat in Austin. Austin was one of his favourite races. Daniel deserved to race it all one last time. He deserved Las Vegas, he deserved Brazil, he deserved Abu Dhabi. He deserved just one more chance. Maybe that was your heart speaking. You weren’t sure anymore. 
He followed behind you, talking your ear off about something or other. You just tried to ignore it, continue on with your duties, try to stop the way your brain questioned why Heidi wasn’t here. She hadn’t been to a race since Miami at the start of the season.
“Do you ever stop smiling?” you sighed. 
“Only when you’re not around,” he winked at you. “Miss you too much.” 
You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the way your heart strings pulled at his sentence. “Where’s Heidi?”
His smile dampened. “She and I… broke up. You didn’t know that?”
You abandoned your regular, nonchalant exterior and frowned. “I’m sorry Dan, I didn’t know-”
“Dan?” he grinned. “You haven’t called me that since you were a kid.”
You rolled your eyes, your defences straight back up. “Whatever you say Daniel.”
You continued on after that, somehow losing him in the motorhome. 
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He got the fastest lap. You cried as he crossed the finish line. This was it. It was over. Daniel had raced his last race, finishing with a fastest lap and a testament of his commitment to RedBull. RedBull didn’t deserve him. They never did. If they’d just kept Max in Toro Rosso for one more year, Daniel would probably be a World Champion, and not still chasing a pipe dream from years before. 
You ran to the parc fermé, ready to meet him with open arms. He didn’t get out of the car for a few minutes longer than everyone else, and every driver spent their time giving him a lengthy goodbye. When he climbed out, you ran straight to him, wrapping him up in a tight hug. You didn’t care that he was sweaty, that he would tease you, that there were 30 cameras on you, if not more. 
You cared about him. 
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears falling yet again. “I’m so fucking sorry Daniel. I love you.” 
And fuck, you’d told him. For the first time in years you’d said it, and he knew what it meant. That’s why you didn’t say it to him. You said it with so much emotion, so much love, so much affection. It couldn’t be seen as friendly, or familial. You loved him. You loved the way he laughed, how he smiled, how he treated others, how much he cared. 
You loved him. 
He pulled back, eyes wide. “You mean that?”
You smiled, nodding. 
“Thank fuck,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours. 
Neither of you were thinking about the way you’d explain this to your brother, neither of you were thinking about how the media would respond, neither of you were thinking about how this was Daniel’s last race. You two were finally together. How it should be.
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daycourtofficial · 10 months ago
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Save your tears
Summary: Eris finds his pregnant mate sobbing because of something Lucien did
Author’s note: this is short and fun and silly and goofy, inspired by this fic by @artethyst
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Lucien Vanserra considered himself to be a male who was kind and who picked up on the emotional state of those around him.
Which is why he has no idea how you began crying or what to do about it.
Ever since you had written to him a few months ago asking if he could stay in Autumn more frequently during your pregnancy, he had obliged, stopping by to see you at least once a week.
Tears were streaming down your face, and he couldn’t make out a single coherent word from you due to your blubbering. He came to sit next to you, but you put your hands on your belly, scooting further away from him.
Eris strode into the room, taking in the scene before him. You trying to stay as far away from his brother as possible, and his brother trying to get closer to you to console you.
“Lucien, what could you have possibly done to reduce my mate to a sobbing mess?”
Lucien throws his hands around, gesturing wildly, “What I did? Perhaps she’s woken from whatever spell she was under and realized who she was mated to.”
Eris gives his brother a look as he comes to you, grabbing your face gently so you look into his eyes. He takes deep slow breaths, wanting you to do the same. After a moment of deep breathing, your sobs have quieted and he asks, in an incredibly delicate tone, “What’s wrong, fawn?”
“Lucien killed a spider,” you sob out.
Lucien’s eyes widen, “that’s why you’re upset? You asked me to kill it! You were upset over it being here!”
“Yes, and now the spider’s dead and she probably had a whole spider family that is going to starve because you’re a spider murderer,” you reply, having to stop every few words to breathe. “And,” you stress, “her corpse is over there, discarded like she meant nothing.”
Eris kept his lips pressed tightly to keep from laughing at the sheer absurdity of his pregnant mate and his brother as they continued debating the morality of Lucien killing the spider. He watches his brother go to pick up the spider’s body, unlatching a window, and tossing it out before closing the window again, before turning to you, his face asking are you happy now?
You squeak at his callousness and disregard for it, asking, “is that what you shall do with me when I perish?”
Lucien rolls his eyes, “gods I don’t think I’ll be around to witness your death because all of the spiders across the land will kill me in vengeance for their fallen queen.”
Eris sits next to you, pulling you in towards his body, sending waves of love and joy through the bond to soothe you. You curl into him, grasping his shirt to cling onto.
“How could Lucien do such a thing…”
Lucien huffs before stalking off, muttering to himself about how he spends his free time in Autumn for you just to be disrespected for doing what you wanted him to.
You cry in his arms for a while, your sobs turning into hiccups. Eris places a hand on your bump, smoothing his thumb over it, applying a light heat so your babe knows who’s there.
“I think I scared Lucien away,” you finally say, voice shaky.
“Lucien is not so easily shaken. I’ve been trying for centuries to make him hate me, but my attempts are always unsuccessful.”
You smile, your sniffles the only sound for a few moments.
“If you really want Lucien to hate you, have him convicted for the murder of a spider.”
Eris’s eyes crinkle in amusement, “he would have a lot to say about that, I’m sure.”
“There aren’t many topics that he doesn’t have a lot to say on,” you smirk.
Eris stands up, his vest before extending a hand to you. You accept it, and he helps pull you up.
“I think it’d be funny if we told him we’re naming the babe Lulu,” you say, curling underneath Eris’s arm.
“I think he’d be more crushed to find out we aren’t.”
“That’s what’s funny about it.”
“Wicked, wicked female you are,” he croons, leading the two of you through the hall of the Forest House.
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you always had a bad habit of falling asleep—not just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryōmen’s notorious throne. .
he hated it.
he hated how how you hogged up his space.
he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.
most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.
“tch..” he’d sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. he’s probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but no—you always preferred his throne. always.
you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that you’d grow to always miss whenever he wasn’t with you.
“oi. you awake?” sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. “pft. ‘course not,” and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. “brat. sleep in my bed next time. you’re gonna get back aches at this rate.”
despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.
sukuna carried you in his arms like every other night—sometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.
each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. “i know. i know little one. just a few more steps.” he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.
as the wooden stairs creak—he continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as he’s at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.
his fleecy kimono was half open and you’re just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.
the audacity. .
his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but that’s when your arms wrap around him.
“eh? what are you-” sukuna grunts, and that’s when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around him—clinging onto him tight like a koala. “keh.. such a handsy pest, even when you’re dead asleep.” he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.
sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.
it’s eerily strange . .
it doesn’t feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others ‘below him’.
he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.
the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of you—inhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.
sukuna was feeling . . . soft.
he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.
was . . he the one making your heart race?
sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this. whatever… emotion this was.
sure, he’s had to carry you up to his chambers so you’d sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.
“i . . can’t sleep like this, y’know,” the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldn’t crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. “at least let me rest near the side.”
no reply.
sukuna scoffs again, realizing he’s practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual words—you cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying ‘stay.’
“you’re even more annoying when you’re asleep,” he sighs, pinching his forehead. “fine.. i’ll- i’ll stay like this. here, with you. ‘s not like i plan to go anywher—” sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.
the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.
sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.
he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didn’t even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukuna’s eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.
with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.
sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. “huh. this isn’t . . that bad,” he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.
your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.
“i. . i love you.” he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldn’t hear.
but- you did, you heard it all. every word.
little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.
a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, “love you too ‘kuna. it’s about time you finally said it.”
sukuna’s eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. you’re looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the world’s smugest grin.
his cheeks—they’re burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.
“you . . you didn’t . . hear that.”
“i definitely heard it.”
“ugh. i hate you.”
“i love youuu.”
“i… love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.”
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soxcietyy · 8 months ago
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my request is yuta finding readers toys and testing it on her the next time they do the deed 🙏🙏
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This is embarrassingly late, I’m so sorry 😭🙏🏼
Nobara comes over to your house with a mystery box just to be disappointed with the contents inside. Yuta shows up unexpected and seems very interested in it.
"Hey! Guess who finally got the goods! Can’t wait to see what’s in here." Nobara said as she stood in front of your door with a cardboard box in her hands. It took you a second to even figure out what in the world she was talking about. What plans could of you guys made that you had forgotten about?
Ah yes last week she had mentioned that she made a new friend who owned a company. He said that he needed people to review his new products before he could launch them in his shop. Before he could reveal what it was Nobara stopped him, telling the guy that she wanted it to be a surprise. She promised to run over here once she received the package so you guys could be surprised together.
"What do you think it could be? Clothes? Food? Candy? Skincare? Makeup?!" Nobara said excitedly as she squeezed passed you. She didn’t need permission to enter because she would barge in even if you said no.
Walking into your apartment she decided to put the box on the coffee table. A loud thud could be heard as it made contact with the glass top. She took a seat on the floor as she waited for you, excited to see what was inside. She almost looked like a kid eager to open there gift. That would have to wait a second though. Walking to the kitchen you grab some wine glasses and a bottle so you guys could enjoy together. Whatever it was would go perfectly with a cold bottle of wine.
"Hurry up!" She says as she crosses her arms.
Yyou let out a sigh as you lean on the island, then you tell her to open the tape up while you poured drinks.
"I’m so excited!" Nobara says as she pulls out her keys and drags it across the tape to tear it open. While she did that you opened the bottle and poured the drinks into the glass. Once you had finished you approach her and place the cups down. Nobara didn’t want to waste anymore time, she pulls you towards her so you could look above the box with her.
"Okay I’m going to open it in three, two, one."
She opens the box to reveal what’s inside. Both of you look at each other in shock. It was a box full of toys and they weren’t the kid friendly ones. You put your hand inside and pull out a pink silicone toy in the shape of a male body part. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your friend.
"That disgusting monster!" She says in disbelief.
"Hey now, I’m sure he was going to tell you what it was before you stopped him." You say defending the man.
She rolls her eyes as she sits back down on the floor with her legs crossed. As she continued to pout you pull out some lube that was brand new and sealed. You quirk your brow as you read the flavor of the lube, popcorn… interesting.
"Common Nobara this isn’t bad at all! You don’t get laid enough so I think this could help you out." You tease.
"Ha Ha, very funny y/n" she stood up abruptly and started to walk away.
You furrow your brows as you turn to look at her. "Where are you going?" You ask
"I’m not intrested in this kind of stuff, you’ll probably use it well. Your man probably doesn’t satisfy you enough so have fun." She says throwing shade back. As she opens the door you see someone standing in the door way. Her jaw drops when she noticed it was Yuta.
Speak of the devil.
"Uh y/n … Yuta is here."
You quickly put everything back and kick the box on the floor behind you once you heard those words fall out her mouth. You had forgotten that he mentioned coming over today. You didn’t need him finding such things in your house, he’d get the wrong idea. You scramble to stand up with the glass of wine still in your hand. Taking a sip of your drink you run to the front door. To find him with a concerned look.
"You okay? You look pale." Yuta steps inside and holds your face to examine it.
You kindly put his hands down and assure him you’re fine. Your friend on the other hand had already made her escape. Seems like she didn’t want to be apart of what might happen in he finds the box.
Shutting the door behind him you watch him make his way to your couch. Maybe he would ignore the box. You had it closed so he wouldn’t open it right? He tends to respect your privacy after all.
You stood by the door watching him anxiously walk past the box. He took a seat and turned his attention to the tv that had drama playing. You sigh in relief seeing he had no interest in the box.
"You want some wine? Nobara didn’t even take a sip out of hers, it would be a waste." You say heading towards him.
"Yea I’ll drink it but could you please bring me some cheese and crackers? You know I cant have wine without them." He asks you nicely as he sat up from the couch to take a whiff of the wine.
You make your way in the kitchen and start making him his plate. While you did that you could hear him shuffling around, most likely getting comfortable. You couldn’t help but look over him a few times as you were occupied. Eventually you got fully focused on cutting the slices perfectly that you forgot to check on him. While cutting last bit of cheese you decide to look up but when you did the knife in your hand drops. Yuta was sitting on the couch with the box in his hands wide open.
He looked at you and the box back to back until he decided to place the box down to approach you. He had a concerned look on his face as he grabbed your hands.
"Am I not enough? You could told me this, no need to resort to that kind of stuff." He says with a sad tone.
You couldn’t help but stare blankly at him.
"N-no! Yuta you have the wrong idea. Nobara came over to drop thoes off so me and her could test them out." You say panicked.
You watch as his jaw drop from disbelief. Of course you worded it wrong. "Her friend owns a company and they have these new products! He needs a review before he drop it. Of course we’re not going to test them out together! Apart because we’re not like that."
He drops your hand feeling at ease with your answer.
"I’m relieved but you’re going to use these on your own? I doubt you would know how to use them." Yuta said as he walked to the box and pulled out a rose toy. Turning it in different directions so he could get a good look at the weird contraption.
"I’m more than capable of figuring it out." You roll your eyes.
He stalks back towards you as he held a wand vibrator in his hands. Bringing it near him mouth to use it as a microphone. "Two reviews are better than one." Yuta says as in the "mic" .
Putting the wand down next to the cutting board he pulls out the rose, clearly being interested in that one the most. He lifted you up and sat you on the counter you down on the counter. Pulled your night gown up as he tried to figure out how to turn on the flower.
Grabbing it from his hand you slowly direct your finger towards the power button so he could see. Once you pressed it, it started to vibrate in your hands letting out a humming noise. He quickly grabbed it to feel the vibration in his hands. A small smile appeared on his face as he put it against his hand.
"This has power." He says as he felt how strong and fast it was. Bring his hand down he tried to put it against your privates but you stopped him by covering the area.
"You’re not going to wash it first?" You looked at him.
He quickly turned on the faucet that was next to you and washed it with soap and water. He came back immediately to not ruin the mood. He then brings up the toy to his mouth and begins to lick it.
You were in disbelief from his actions. He was licking it and swirling his tongue on it as he pulled your panties to the side. He then pressed it on you once he was satisfied with the wet coat he had just created it. You jolt at the sudden vibration it created. You bite your cheek as you grab into his shoulder for support. You never really used something like this because there was no need. Yuta managed to satisfy your needs easily so this was entirely new to you.
Yuta would gradually go fast and faster until you were at your climax but this toy got to the point. It didn’t take long before your legs are shaking and your grip on him tightened. You begged him to not press it up your bran to hard but he didn’t listen. Instead he studied your facial expressions and mocked you when you would open your mouth from pleasure. Asking if you like this better than him.
You would shake your head but he didn’t stop. He was clearly trying to teach you some sort of lesson but it wasn’t getting quite through. Not even ten minutes passed and you were orgasming in his hand.
"Five stars" he says as he walks away.
While you try to catch your breath you find him Infront of you once again. You were surprised he came back so quickly. He saw your struggle to get down so he helped you down with one hand. You lean onto him as you try to regain your composure but he gave you little to no time as he bent you over the counter and shoved something in you.
You gasp at the sudden familiar feeling of being full. It wasn’t as filling as you were used to taking but it still felt amazing Turning back at him you see Yuta with an intrigued look. He pulled out the object out of you and slammed it back inside. You let out a loud cry from pleasure. He then pulls it in and out in a steady pace as he watched you squirm. You beg him to slow down In between moans.
You try to grip onto the counter as he pounded you with the toy. Hitting the right spot over and over again.
"This mouth was so hungry for something huh? Look at her drooling all over this toy." Yuta says as your juices run down his hand. You close your eyes out of embarrassment. Your legs loosing the will to support you in the process. Yuta was quick to catch you before you could fall.
He ended up paying on the couch While resting your body on his chest. You relaxed in his embrace until you felt the toy go back inside you. You look up at him with an annoyed look.
"What? We need to rate this toy. Won’t be possible until you finish." He kisses your head as continued were he left off. You grip his shirt as he started slamming the silicone toy in you. Body jolting everytime he dug it deep inside your body. Was he really planning on testing everything out on you? There was no way anyone could go through such a box. That’s at least twenty five orgasms in one go.
Another orgasm rippled through your body. You moan out his name as you grab his arm that was helping move the toy in and out of you.
"Seven, took you way too long to orgasm. Even I can do it in less time, it got the job done though. 3 stars."
"No more" you croak out in desperation.
"Why not? We just got started." Yuta sits you on you couch.
You pull your dress down with a flushed face.
"I can do the rest in my own with my own pace. Plus these toys are usually meant for self pleasure. It wouldn’t be fair to rate them together." You say hoping that wound stop him from continuing.
"Oh" he says "then masturbate with them."he says.
"I will, eventually." You say as you grab the toy Yuta was using as a microphone not too long ago.
"Do it right now, Infront of me." He tilts his head.
You look at him shocked.
"I couldn’t possibl-"
He grabs your hand with the toy and pushes it down there. You swallow hard as he looked into your eyes.
"I won’t touch you. I won’t bother you." He smiles as he sits on the couch opposite from you. "I’ll just sit here."
You bite your lip as he tells you to go on. You have no choice but to listen. Pulling your panties down you put your legs on the couch. Spreading them apart until he had a full view of everything. You watch as his hands roam on his pants. Caressing his member that rested under those pants.
Closing your eyes you turn on the device and put it on your bud. You let out a shameful moan out immediately because you were already so sensitive. You rubbed it up and down your area. Hips rolling back and forward from pleasure.
It felt so good but something was missing. You couldn’t think of what it could be. Maybe more of a stronger vibration? A faster speed? A better shape? Or maybe it was the man Infront of you.
You let out whimpers as you open your eyes too look at him. He was sitting down watching you pleasure yourself from afar. Eyes not looking away from you even for a second. You couldn’t help but wish for him to touch you and to do more.
"Yut-a" you flutter your eyes at him.
He tried his best not to respond since he said he wasn’t going to bother you but the look you were giving him made him turn on his words.
"Yes baby?" He asks.
"I want you to do it form me." You say.
Yutas leg jolted from excitement but he knew he shouldn’t. Still he stood up and approached you. Sitting on the floor right in front of you.
"Common baby you can do it." He says moving your hand a bit lower so you could get a better position on it. The small movement made a huge difference. You were now squirming like crazy. Legs twitching uncontrollably. All that came out your mouth now was your moaning and small profanity’s. Yutas name coming out time by time which he loved.
"Such a good girl, come for me no?"
He said as he kissed your thighs up and down, trying not to intervene too much. You cry out his name once more as you came. Body completely shutting down on you. Yuta was quick to move the toy out the way and bury his face in between your legs.
"Y-Yuta!?" You squeal
You tried to push him away but he was not moving until he decided he was. He ended up eating you out until he left you clean.
"Sorry I couldn’t help myself."
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seiwas · 8 months ago
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₊˚⊹。 big gym energy (is this my fantasy?) | fushiguro toji
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wc: 2.0k
summary: who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday?
contains: gn!reader, non-curse au, college au, appearance of itafushikugi (mostly nobara), reader has a huge and lowkey delusional crush on toji, age gap
a/n: the gym toji fic! tone in this is a bit different from what i write, and it's lowkey a crack fic but i hope it's still enjoyable! listened to: big energy - latto & area codes - kaliii
part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: going to the gym for yourself (and totally not for that cute guy who sometimes says hi)
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“You’re going to the gym?” Nobara halts smack in the middle of the busy hallway. Groans huff behind her, the rest of your class filing out of the lecture hall. You bow your head apologetically as you pull her to the side. 
“Yes.” 
She squints, skeptical, “You.” 
You nod.
“The gym.” she says it slower this time, tilting her head down. 
You nod again. 
Nobara blinks, shifting her weight as she reaches one hand inside the pocket of her overalls. There’s a long pause, rushed footsteps amplifying the suspense, then—
“Okay, what’s the bet? How much did Maki put out? I want in.” 
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you loop your arm around hers and continue walking. 
There’s good reason for her to doubt you; she knows you best after all. In your little quad, you are the least likely to be found doing any physical activity or sport whatsoever—and that’s saying a lot, considering the other fourth of your group is Megumi. But at least he walks his dogs regularly. 
“Rude,” you scoff jokingly, “there’s no bet, just testing it out because they have a free trial promo.”
It shouldn’t hurt to check it out, you think. One of your resolutions this year is to finally get started on your fitness journey, whatever form it may be. 
“You should come.” 
Nobara snorts, “Wrong person,” you both turn at a corner, “ask Itadori.”
The gym is just a few blocks away from your campus, a good 18-minute walk if you’re counting—which is also part of what makes it so appealing. The ad you’d seen for the free trial is an early bird promo to attract new customers for the gym’s new branch launch. 
And it does make the most sense to ask him; he is the sports science major after all—
“No way,” you step out on the sidewalk, “telling him is practically committing to a membership.” 
—but Yuuji is a bit too eager when it comes to things like this. No doubt he’ll be at your heel, wagging his figurative golden retriever tail at the prospect of being your certified gym buddy. It’s endearing and you know he means well, but that’s way too much pressure for someone who’s just starting out. 
She laughs, readjusting her bag, “He’d know how to use the machines though.” 
“I watched some videos…” you mumble, because Nobara has a point, but if you’re being honest, you feel just a teensy bit embarrassed at the idea of anyone else knowing about your attempts at fitness this early on, lest it fail in the end. “I can probably ask someone there…” 
“Try the most jacked up person in the gym.” 
You shove her jokingly, her laughter echoing down the road. 
The first person you meet at the gym is the lady at the front desk. Her ponytail sways as she greets you, a chirpy smile welcoming you in as she holds an iPad to her chest while touring you around—at the center, the main floor plan is decked out with machines; towards the back sit the squat racks, and to your sides are the private cycling rooms and multifunctional spaces. According to her, they also offer yoga classes every 6:00 p.m. on Wednesdays. 
You’d expected a lot more people to be in here at 7:00 p.m., but you suppose it makes sense others would prefer to spend their Friday nights elsewhere. 
Looking around, you spot a middle-aged lady you swear is Megumi’s English professor; on the treadmills, a couple your age share a laugh as they try to match pace. There are some machines you’ve never even seen in your life, Youtube videos included.
You take a deep breath. You can ask for help. 
After all, the crowd feels friendly enough, not too intimidating—
—until your eyes land on him, on the benches; an absolute tank of a man doing chest presses with what you think are probably the heaviest dumbbells on the rack. 
You try not to stare, catching only a glimpse of the way his biceps flex against the tight sleeves of his black compression shirt. 
Don’t be a creep, you tell yourself, walking towards the leg press machine. You may be new here, but you’ve learned that gym etiquette isn’t so far off from acting like a civilized human being. 
Thank god you never take Nobara seriously, because you can’t even imagine the stuttering mess you’d be if you had to ask him how to work any of these god forsaken machines. 
.
It’s a good thing, then, that help comes to you without you having to say a word. 
This is number four out of five sessions in your free trial promo, and you have no idea how to get the goddamn plates out of the barbell. You pull some out from the other side and the whole barbell comes along with it. When you attempt the other side, it does the same. Then when you finally do manage to get off the plates on one side, the whole barbell drops, clanging loudly against the metal foot of the squat rack set-up. 
(Now that you think about it, maybe it isn’t such a good thing that you’ve been offered help instead of you asking. There must be a reason someone thinks you could need it.)
Someone, who is also the last person you could ever possibly want to embarrass yourself in front of.
Someone, who just so happens to be the jacked up tank of a man you’ve admittedly glanced at a few times in your past few visits here. 
“To make it easier,” he crouches beside you, laying down a smaller plate and rolling the larger ones on the barbell over it. 
He unloads them like they weigh nothing—and with his physique, it isn’t hard to believe that they probably do. His biceps look to be the size of your head, chest popping out in ways you’ve only seen on those Tiktok thirst edits; his one hand is larger than a 2.5 kilogram plate, and his forearms look like they could ch—
Mind out of the gutter, you blink away, focusing instead on the metal bar in front of you. 
God, you don’t even know this man’s name. 
“T-thanks.” you stutter, embarrassed. 
He gives you a half-smile, lips turned on one side, “Sure.” then he walks away, the tightness of his black compression shirt hugging the ridges of his back muscles. 
You gulp. 
So begins your year-long gym membership.
(And maybe, just maybe, the kind-of-meet-cute of a lifetime. Who knows, really?) 
.
“Who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday,” she snorts, fingers grazing over the curved edges of the heart-shaped watermelons in the fruit aisle.
You hush her, scanning the area around you for anyone who might have overhead. 
It’s 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday, so you doubt it, but you can never be too sure.
“He’s nice, you know.” you pout. 
“Yeah, what’s his name?” Nobara gives you a look. 
You glare, touché. 
Maybe you don’t know his name. Yet. 
But he’s always offered to stack on the heavy plates for you, and will oftentimes help in unloading them too. There are times when you aren’t quite sure how to work the machines and he swoops in like the gym buff version of prince charming, teaching you proper form just so you don’t get injured. He’ll wipe down a mat for you to use some days, because—
“Stretching is important,” he never fails to mention.
He’s nice. 
And you have an insanely delusional crush on him, but you don’t care, because why else would he be giving you this much attention if he wasn’t interested in you too? 
.
You find out many things about your gym crush, most of them completely unexpected. 
One: his hair is unusually soft for someone who looks so rough. Or, well, you think it looks soft, you can’t tell for sure; you haven’t actually touched it to be able to tell. The black mop on his head falls flat over his eyes on the few days you assume are right before his next scheduled haircut. It surprises you even more when he walks in the gym with a small hair tie holding his bangs up. 
Two: he does a considerable amount of bodyweight exercises for someone his size—Calisthenics, specifically. 
You watch him pull himself up the bar, biceps and back straining against the movement. The muscles ripple across the fabric of his tee, and it’s impressive how smoothly he’s able to go up and down; as if he isn’t exerting any effort at all. Then, the push-ups and dips. He can do them all, in every variation you never even thought existed, and it’s always done with so much ease. 
It gives you reason to believe that he could be gentle, controlled. In what? Well. You know. 
Three: he likes fruity things. You expected his go-to to be straight black, maybe a chocolate protein shake on other days too. But he shows up one day with a smoothie in the shade of vibrant magenta. Dragonfruit, you assume, from all the black specks floating in it. 
This also happens to be the first time you initiate the conversation with him.  
“Your smoothie looks good,” you mumble, a little hesitant. 
God, so awkward. 
He looks up from adjusting the plate stoppers on your bar. 
A hum rumbles from his throat before he flashes you the same half-smile he always does, “Strawberry, banana, and dragonfruit.” 
You don’t really know what to say after that other than, “Cool.” 
And you mentally facepalm yourself. 
In your fourth month at the gym, you learn a few more unexpected things that change everything. 
You’ve just finished freshening up and you’re on the way out when you bump into— 
“Megumi?” 
He looks up from his phone, dark strands hitting the tips of his eyelashes as he pushes back one side of his headphones. He raises an eyebrow, confused and surprised.  
“You gym?” 
“What’re you doing here?” 
Pink dusts his cheeks as he ducks his head, motioning for you to go first. 
“Sorry,” you chuckle, adjusting the strap of your duffel bag, “I started going here a few months ago. You?” 
He looks a little surprised by it, probably more so at the fact that you’ve kept it a secret from him for so long, but he nods, “That’s good. You did mention wanting to work on your fitness more this year.” then, he shifts, adjusting his weight before hanging his headphones by his neck. 
“I’m waiting for my dad.” 
In the past few years you’ve known Megumi, he’s never mentioned his dad. You never bothered to ask because you suspected there was a good reason he never talked about him in the first place. 
And so comes number four, and maybe the last unexpected thing you find out about your gym crush— 
“Megumi!” 
You both turn around to the voice of none other than Nobara’s proclaimed rippest DILF in Japan; the most jacked up tank of a man who also happens to be the man you’ve crushed hard on for the past four months.  
Everything is snapping into place, information forming bridges you would rather not cross right now. 
He walks up to Megumi, duffel bag slung across his chest as he reaches for your friend.
Megumi looks like he wants to wither away, embarrassed at you seeing him tucked under his dad’s arm. But all your brain can really comprehend is that Megumi, your good friend, is currently squished between the bicep and chest you’ve been staring at since your first day at the gym.
You hold your breath, the realization creeping to the forefront of your mind. There had been signs that your gym crush was a dad; apart from being built like one, he’d offhandedly mention ‘son’ a few times. You didn’t think it would be—
“Oh, you two know each other?” your gym crush tilts his head, turning to you, “you didn’t tell me your friend signed up for this gym, Megumi.” 
“I didn’t know,” Megumi grumbles, and the look on his face can rival yours, for sure. Tough competition on ‘who looks like they want to die the most right now?’. 
But he can’t win. 
Because when Megumi begrudgingly introduces your gym crush to you as his dad, you’re pretty sure you’ve buried yourself twelve feet underground. 
(It doesn’t ease the embarrassment when you learn unexpected thing number five: he’s been a trainer at the gym this entire time.)
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leviathanspain · 2 years ago
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han lue x reader
synopsis: jealous han comes out to play when the new kid won’t stop staring at his girl
a/n: i struggled so hard to write this because all the times i tried i was extremely faded but i think it turned out okay lmao
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the tool nearly fell out of his hand as you sauntered in. he bit his lip and watched as the tightest little miniskirt was wrapped around your hips, a big purse trailing behind you.
“who is that?” he tried to sound casual but sean knew he sounded awkward and probably desperate. but looking at her, he definitely was.
twinkie laughed, “don’t go near that. she’ll kill you.” he continued to work on his car but sean continued to shamelessly stare.
“she’d kill me? id like to see her try.” he smirked, and twinkie couldn’t hide his disgust, “down boy! besides, she’s with han. she was actually with him before he even knew he was with her. so, choose again.”
sean swallowed thickly, “with han? really?”
“really, what? i hear more talking than i hear fixing this car.” han walked up to the two and threw a chip in his mouth. sean chuckled slightly, “you can handle all that?”
twinkie nudged him, hoping he’d stop trying to provoke the boss.
han smirked, “yes, i can.” he kept it simple, knowing damn well he could.
sean nodded, “good. that’s good.” he focused on the car and swallowed thickly as he looked again at her. the heels she wore were not at all garage attire, of course if you weren’t working on a car but she was elbow deep in the hood of someone else’s car, her miniskirt getting even minier.
han looked at you and sighed, “stop staring before i rip those eyeballs out of your head.”
you finally set down the tools and smiled at one of your friends in the garage, “try it again. if it doesn’t work this time, i’ll see what else we can do.”
his hands were on your hips, pulling your skirt down. you turned around and smiled when you saw your boyfriend.
“hey babe.” you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss, “i’ve missed you.”
han smirked, “you saw me this morning.”
you shrugged, “it’s been a rough day. i missed my man.” you wrapped your hands around his neck and han chuckled slightly, “come on, don’t tempt the boys.”
you scoffed, “i can’t wear cute outfits for my man because everyone wants to be pervs.” you rolled your eyes and han laughed, “no, you can wear whatever you want.”
you played with the ends of his hair for a moment and smiled brightly, “this is why i love you.”
han hugged you and clapped your ass, “i’ll see you in a bit.”
twinkie and sean watched han and you for a minute. “crazy.” sean commented and twink gave him a look, “listen, i don’t know what lawless world you came from but here, that’s her man. not his girl, not his bitch, her man. she made it perfectly clear the second she set her sights on him.” twinkie had been here since the beginning. he knew that you two were perfect for each other.
han balanced you out just as you did him, and although you two argued a lot, it was mostly because the other cared too much.
sean shrugged, “if she lets her loyalty sway, she’s no one’s.”
you took a walk around the garage, talking to some of the workers and other people that han had let work on the cars. they all greeted you with smiles and laughter.
“hello boys.” you walked up to the green hulk monster that you knew must’ve belonged to one of the teenagers in there. and no surprise when you saw twinkie, “hello twink.”
he looked at you, “hey. how’s it going?”
sean looked at you and you laughed, “it’s going good. who’s this?” you raised your eyebrows at sean and he stuck a hand out, “sean boswell.”
you ignored the hand and nodded, “sean. interesting.”
you moved on from the two quickly and just as you were out of earshot, sean laughed to himself slightly, “wow.”
twinkie looked at sean as if he was crazy, “do you realize what that was?”
sean shook his head, “no. other than trying to play hard to get-“
“dude- listen to yourself. there is nothing to get! that is a whole woman who’s with someone else!” twinkie wouldve strained his voice had he kept going.
sean nodded, “yeah, yeah.” clearly not bothered enough, he kept working.
you found han and he looked at you, noticing a small smile on your face, “what’s up?”
you shrugged, “nothing. just that that new kid has a crush on me.”
han laughed, “everyone does.”
you nodded, “yeah. but it still makes me feel good. hot.” you moved to hug him and you leaned into his ear, “im feeling more than just hot. let’s go for a ride?”
han smirked, gripping the fabric of your skirt tightly, “i’ll do whatever you want, baby.”
his teeth trailed up your leg, your spine chilling just at the feeling. “fuck.” you whispered, watching his hand move to hike up your skirt. your panties had been discarded at the door, just your tight skirt left.
he smirked, and stood up, his hands unbuckling his jeans. quickly then, han was on top of you, your skirt pushed up roughly as his cock entered your cunt. you moaned at the intrusion, gripping his arm tightly, “fuck, han…” you moaned as he moved, his hips dragging in and out of you.
he fucked you like that for a good while. until you begged to ride him.
you had been in the middle of riding han when the door suddenly burst open. you turned just your head, your hips stilling and saw the two guys from earlier, twinkie and sean.
twinkie fell back faster than sean and han had to yell for him to get out. you looked down at han and laughed, a burst of laughter fell from your lips so quick that han just stared before laughing too.
“yeah, i think that killed his crush.” han grabbed your hips just as you started to move, still laughing.
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