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PIZZA BOY!! - Yuji Itadori

★ pairing: aged up!Yuji x f!Reader

★ content: smut, nsfw, oral sex(female receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, pussy drunk yuji!

★author‘s note: ENJOY!

- ⭑𓂃 ⌗

You were about five minutes away from calling the pizza place and demanding a refund when your doorbell finally rang.

With an annoyed huff, you swung the door open, ready to lay into whoever was on the other side—only to be met with him.

Yuji Itadori stood on your doorstep, grinning like he wasn’t almost one hour late, golden eyes glinting with mischief.

His pink hair was slightly messy, his delivery uniform snugging around his broad shoulders.

The scent of warm pizza mixed with his scent—a little sweat, a little cologne, and a lot of trouble filled your nose.

„Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, holding up the pizza box.

„But to be fair… I did bring you the best-looking delivery guy in town. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe.

„Oh, so now you think your face makes up for bad service?”

Yuji clicked his tongue, stepping just a little closer, tilting his head at you. „I think it makes up for a lot of things.” His voice dropped, smooth and teasing, and you felt the shift—like he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to get under your skin.

„Yeah?” You arched a brow. „And what else does it get me?”

His grin widened. „Depends… you got a tip for me?”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the pizza, but Yuji pulled it just out of reach.

„Nuh-uh,” he tsked, stepping inside like he owned the place, kicking the door shut behind him. „Not until you say I’m the best delivery guy you’ve ever had.”

You huffed, staring up at him. „That’s ridiculous.”

„Is it?” He set the box on the counter, then turned back to you, eyes darkening just a little, hands slipping onto your waist. „Because I can show you just how good my service can be”

Your breath hitched. „Yuji—”

you tried to finish your sentence but he was already kissing you, hot and impatient, hands gripping your hips as he pressed you back against the kitchen counter.

The moment his tongue slipped past your lips, you knew exactly where this was going

„You were pissed at me a second ago,” he teased, mouth brushing against your jaw as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.

„Guess I really do make up for bad service.”

„Shut up,” you muttered, tugging him even closer.

Yuji chuckled, low and cocky, but he didn’t argue.

Instead, he dropped to his knees, hands trailing down your thighs as he looked up at you with a wicked smirk.

„Guess I’ll have to earn my tip the hard way, huh?”

Yuji knelt between your legs, eyes dark with hunger as his hands slid up your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your pulse quicken

„You know,” he muttered, lips brushing your skin, “I was gonna take cash, but I think I want my tip in a different way.”

Your breath hitched as he hooked his fingers into your pj shorts, tugging them and your panties down in one smooth motion.

His lips were hot against your skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh.

„You’re insufferable,” you breathed, but there was no bite in it—not when his lips were already pressing hot, openen-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, sucking on the soft skin just enough to make your heart beat faster.

„Mhm,” he hummed, eyes glinting. „But you like it.”

You did.

And you liked him even more when he gripped your thighs, spreading them, pulling you closer, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path up your slit.

Yuji groaned when he tasted you, the sound vibrating through your body.

„Fuck,“ he mumbled, voice muffled as he buried himself between your legs, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough.

„You‘re better than anything on that damn menu“

Your fingers tangled in his pink hair, tugging lightly, and he moaned against you, like he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing at first, then pressing harder when your hips jerked against his face.

„That's it," he murmured, voice thick with arousal and amusement. „All that attitude gone now, huh?”

“Yuji—” You gasped, but your words were cut off when his tongue flicked against your clit, pressure building with each stroke.

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through you, making your knees buckle. If it weren't for his firm grip on your thighs, you might've collapsed right then and there.

„Mm, I like you like this," he mused, dragging his tongue down to dip into your entrance before working his way back up. „All quiet, all needy."

„Shut up," you breathed, trying to glare, but it was impossible when he was eating you out like he had all the time in the world.

Yuji grinned against you. „Make me."

Then he doubled down, tongue flicking in tight, relentless circles, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you from squirming away.

You were dripping, and Yuji licked up every drop like he was starving for you.

The knot in your stomach tightened, your body tensing as pleasure built higher and higher. Yuji could feel it-feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your grip in his hair tighter the way you were gasping his name like there was no tomorrow,

„Come on," he coaxed, voice muffled against your slick heat. „Give me that tip, baby."

And when he sucked harder, pressing his tongue flat against your clit, you snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Yuji groaned out loud as you came, licking you through your orgasm, drinking up every bit of your climax like he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.

When your body finally sagged against the counter, breathless and spent, he pulled back just enough to look up at you, chin glistening, lips curled into a smug grin.

„See?" he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

„Best delivery guy ever,” he said, wiping his chin.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed reading this!! Lmk if I missed any typos!!

[naru-thebest]

How (almost every) Twisted wonderland characters react to you asking them, "What are we?"

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(But they don't want you, prepare to be humbled. Reader is Yuu!!

feat. Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie and Jack)

This is my apology for my previous post, I shouldn't have tagged it xreader 😞🙏🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Carter Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

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Inspo: @bluessmau and @semiloml on tiktok!! :)

[semiloml]

PLAY ME LIKE A SONG - musician! semi eita

★summary: A late-night visit to Semi Eitas dorm was never just about music. The tension between you two has been building up for weeks, and with his roommate gone, there’s nothing stopping him from playing with you instead of his guitar.

★ pairing: timekip!semi eita x reader

★ content warning: smut/nsfw, collegeAU, oral sex(female receiving), fingering (female recieving), semi is a bit cocky, pussydrunk!semi(kinda?), idk I think that’s it

★author‘s note: beginning is lowk ass since i’m only used to writing long fanfics on wattpad😔 Hope you enjoy!!

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This wasn’t the first time Semi Eita asked you to come over so he could play you a new song he‘d been working on. Music was his second love, right behind volleyball, and he never missed a chance to get your opinion on his new lyrics or the way one of his chord progressions sounded.

But tonight felt different.

Maybe it was because his roommate Shirabu was gone for the weekend, leaving the two of you completely alone. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you since you‘ve entered his dorm—like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

You sat on the edge of his unmade bed, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded in your chest.

„Where is Shirabu anyway?” you asked trying to start a conversation while Semi was searching for something.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes flicking over you lazily.

„Probably out drinking with some of our old teammates. Why ya asking? You wanna make sure that it’s just the two of us?” he asked teasingly, his focus now back to whatever he was doing before.

His words sent a slow heat curling through you, making you turn a little red. Embarrassed, you started taking a closer look at his room.

There was barely any light in here, the only source of it was the soft glow of his bedside table lamp.

His room was small, like most college dorms, but it smelled distinctly like him—a mix of fresh laundry, the lingering scent of body wash from his post-practice shower, and something deeper, something warm and inviting. His bed was unmade and his sheets slightly rumpled.

Now you looked at Semi who had a notebook filled with half-written lyrics lying open on his desk.

Finally Semi grabbed his guitar, fingers idly strumming the strings as he spoke. „You ready?”

You nodded, watching as he adjusted the tuning, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly. He was in a pair of black shorts and a loose t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his damp skin in places. You tried not to stare, but it was hard when he was right there, looking so effortlessly good.

Then he started to play.

His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine as the melody filled the small space between you. The heat in the room started growing with the way he looked at you as he sang, the way his voice softened on certain words—it wasn’t subtle.

By the time he finished, the air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken.

„That was…” You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. „good.”

„Just good?” He tilted his head, watching you closely. „You look a little distracted.”

Your breath hitched as he set the guitar aside and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. The space between you shrank in an instant, his presence overwhelming.

„You liked it that much that you can‘t even talk now?” he murmured, voice rougher now.

You knew this was the moment to back off, to laugh it off like it was nothing.

But before you could say a word, Semi leaned in just enough for you to notice—the slight tilt of his head, the way his eyes flickered to your lips and back.

His fingers brushed against your knee, barely there, but enough to send a shiver up your spine.

He hesitated for half a second, giving you the chance to stop him. When you didn’t move away, he closed the distance, his hand sliding up to your thigh as his lips finally met yours—slow, deliberate, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

His lips moved against yours slowly at first, testing, teasing—like he was savoring the moment.

His hand on your thigh squeezed just a little tighter, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts, tracing circles against your bare skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and when you sighed against his mouth, he took it as permission to go further.

Semi deepened the kiss, tilting his head as his tongue slid against yours, coaxing a soft whimper from you.

„Fuck,“ He groaned in response, his free hand finding your waist and pulling you closer, until you were practically straddling his lap.

The heat between your bodies was unbearable, his hard, toned chest pressed firmly against you, and every shift of his hips made it clearer just how much he wanted this. How much he wanted you.

Semi then pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your jaw as he murmured, „Been thinking about this for too fucking long.”

His words sent a pulse of heat straight to your core, and when he started trailing kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, you let your head fall back, giving him full access.

He took his time, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, before moving lower, his hands slipping under your shirt as he went.

„Can I take this off?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

„y-yes,“ you breathed out, barely able to form words as he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him.

His hands were on you immediately, sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts before he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss between them.

„Fuck,” he muttered against your skin, his hands roaming lower now, toying with the waistband of your shorts. „You’re so fucking pretty.”

You let out a soft gasp as he hooked his fingers beneath the fabric and started dragging them down, his fingertips brushing over your thighs as he went. He took his time, like he wanted to savor every inch of newly exposed skin, and when he finally tossed your shorts aside, his eyes darkened at the sight of you in nothing but your panties.

„Been wanting to do this for so long,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

He kissed his way down your stomach, his lips ghosting over the waistband of your panties before he looked up at you, waiting for your permission.

„Please,” you breathed, barely recognizing your own voice.

That was all he needed.

Semi slid your panties down with agonizing slowness, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as he spread your legs just enough to settle between them. His breath was warm against your already soaked skin, and he groaned as he ran a single finger through your folds, feeling just how wet you are for him.

„Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, his voice tight. „All this for me?”

You barely had time to answer before he leaned in and gave you the softest lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit in one slow, torturous motion. The sensation sent a sharp wave of pleasure through you, and you let out a choked moan, your hips bucking slightly.

„Semi—“ you moaned out, trying to close your legs by a little.

He chuckled against you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. “Relax, baby. Let me take my time.”

And then he devoured you.

His tongue moved with purpose, alternating between deep, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks against your clit.

Every movement was precise, practiced—like he knew exactly how to make you fall apart. He groaned against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body, and when he sucked your clit into his mouth, you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair.

„Fuck—Eita,” you gasped, thighs trembling around his head.

He moaned at the sound of his name leaving your lips like that, his fingers tightening around your thighs before one of them slid between your legs. He teased your entrance for a moment, dragging his fingers through your slick folds before finally slipping one inside you.

The stretch was perfect—deep and slow as he curled his finger just right, coaxing another desperate moan from your lips.

He pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, adding a second finger when he felt you clench around him, stretching you open as his tongue worked on your clit.

„God, you taste so good,” he groaned against you.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, your body already on the verge of snapping. The way he worked you—his fingers thrusting deep, his tongue relentless against your clit—had you dangerously close to the edge.

„I—I’m close,” you gasped, your grip on his hair tightening.

„That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. „Come for me, baby.”

And then he sucked on your clit hard, his fingers curling deep inside you, and you shattered.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm consumed you. Semi groaned against you, not letting up, working you through every last pulse of pleasure until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to slow down.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths.

„You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, pressing a final kiss to the inside of your thigh before crawling back up to capture your lips in a deep, lazy kiss.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, and somehow, that only made you want him more.

„You good?” he asked after a moment, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You exhaled a breathless laugh. „I think you broke me.”

He smirked, kissing you again, slower this time. „Nah,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lazily over your still-sensitive skin. „I think I just got started.”

And judging by the way he was already trailing down your body again, neither of you were getting much sleep tonight.

A/N: Okay so this is my first actual One Shot I‘ve written, not only on Tumblr but in general. So please be nice😔💪 Also if any of you have tips or criticism please lmk!! anyway bai!!!

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