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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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NINE-TO-FIVE !

FUSHIGURO TOJI STORY

work colleagues trope !

kinktober day five!

squirting, public sex, verbal degredation, rough sex, very uncleanly sex, daddy kink, he spits in your mouth

masterlist <3

in your line of work, you'd only heard bad things about the sorcerer killer but after a particular boss had hired you both, you quickly found out all the secret pleasures he kept hidden.

word count: 2531

working with fushiguro toji, the sorcerer killer, was nothing like you had expected it to be. he was big, you knew he would be, but he wasn't aggressive which was the biggest surprise.

his larger than life body would loom behind you as the two of you walked, his thick palms brushing yours, and presence of his cursed energy hanging over you like a thick blanket. it was almost comforting in a way, to be protected so fiercely and casually at the same time.

your ability to track was impeccable, which made working with toji unbelievably easy for him. you found the target, he killed the target. the mutual exchange was easy, and you found yourself going from being a tag-a-long to being toji's partner in crime in a way.

business men soon realized, toji worked better with you, and you worked better with toji. they bought your servitude was a package, and the two of you would pool the money together.

but you weren't a fool. you knew just how dangerous he was, you witnessed it first hand regularly. the massive amounts of raw power he held in just his pinky finger was incredible. not even a level one jujutsu sorcerer could hold their own against him, maybe not even a special grade.

it was rare, considering he had no cursed energy, but not impossible. so, you were wary and did your research. you knew he was a zenin, you knew just the mention of his family name had targets trembling. and yet, he acted nothing like the zenins you'd met. nothing like naoya, at least.

he wasn't nice by any means, or respectful but he was better. he understood your cursed technique, respected it, and trusted you enough to get the job done. he let you get close, familiar, and in the rare occasion he managed to get hurt he'd come to you.

working with toji was amazing. large bounties, harder targets, the thrill of it all. so, when you get the email that you have a new target, you hop onto it immediately.

"there you are," toji drawls, slumped in a chair. his smirk is small, but you still catch it, sending one of your own smiles back. "thought you were about to back down on me."

the man, whatever pig that had hired you both, looks between you. he looks a little lost, but his lips are pressed tight. you hum, pulling out your chair. "wouldn't miss it for the world."

toji clicks his tongue, and leans back. "couldn't miss my face, right?"

you scoff. "you wish."

the man blinks, finger crossed in front of his mouth. he opens his mouth, beginning to speak when toji pushes up. "just give us a name, we don't need a debrief if we got her."

he stutters, looking over to you, brows furrowed. clearly, he hadn't done his research. you tilt your head, expression patient but expecting. he licks his lips, a drop of sweat clinging to his forehead. gross.

the man stutters through some name that toji jots down with a pen on the inside of his arm. then, he points to the door and you know it's your cue to go.

"i already have the rooms set up," you say, pulling out the keys to the hotel you'd just checked into. "only one room. wanted to save some money."

"fine with me," he says, and takes them from you.

he, in turn, offers, "wanna get something to eat?"

you grin. "definitely. i'm starving."

you sit in the damp hotel room, windows pulled open to try and air out the scent of mildew. your legs are crossed as you sit in the center of the bed, your laptops pushed in front of you, and multiple city hall files surrounding you. toji had oh so kindly stolen them before you'd returned.

you thumb through the man's criminal record, trying to see if there was a way you could frame the crime scene. most times, these people had a long extensive record which made it easy to blame their deaths on some petty revenge of some rival.

toji dropped a bag of greasy fast food into your lap, and you looked up, mouthing a quiet 'thank you'.

he hums, and rounds the bed, sitting on your side. his hand dips into the bag in your lap, and pulls out a few fries. "anything good?"

you shrug. "mostly small gang violence, nothing big. i still have another page though. there was some charges of assault and battery last year though."

toji rolls his eyes. "that ain't shit."

you nod, dog-earing a page and typing a few notes onto your file on your laptop. information was important to keep on hand. you bite your lip.

"get me a fry, will you?" you ask.

toji does, reaching into the bag again and pulling one out. he answers your silent command when you open your mouth, placing it between your teeth.

you bite down, but some salt spreads across your lips. toji's reaction is immediate, his thumb swiping away at the glistening dots, before flicking them off into the back. you ignore the way your gut burns.

toji heaves a little, flinging a severed limb back to the mangled mess that was your targets corpse. his black hair sticks to his forehead, a little bit of sweat accumulated on his brow.

"didn't know he'd have bodyguards," he muttered, lips twisted into a frown. "probably got a tip about us."

except you aren't really focusing on what he's saying. instead, you're focusing on the splashes of blood soaking into your shirt.

"ewww," you groan, waving your hands, "you got his blood everywhere!"

toji raises one unimpressed eyebrow, arms crossed. "is that seriously what you're going to complain about right now?"

"yes," you stress with a huff, "this was one of my favorites."

toji rolls his eyes, leaning against one of the walls. he looks back to the pile of corpses, and wonders, "should we keep the head? he didn't say whether we should or not."

"i don't know, and i don't care. you owe me a new shirt."

toji groans, running a hand through his hair. "get over it, you have plenty of money to buy a new one now."

"as if," you mumble, "i'm relying on the paychecks i get from you killing people."

he pushes himself off the wall, takes a few slow steps up to you, and takes your shirt by the ends. he inspects the blood, dabs at it with his thumb, before letting it go.

"just take it off," he says, "i'll get you the money for a new one."

"i can't just take it off," you say, "i'll get arrested for public nudity!"

toji looks around the dingey alley the two of you are in. there's no sounds, not even the faint sounds of music from the nearby club. there's one flickering streetlight a few blocks down. not a single soul in sight, or curse.

"there ain't no public to see."

"that's not the point," you grumble.

toji's patience is clearly wearing thinner, and you aren't quite sure what he's gonne do until he's pulling off his skintight black shirt and handing it to you.

you stand there, frozen. your eyes are glued to his body, unable to look away from his sculpture. his abs are hard, but you knew that through his outline. his muscles are even more chiseled up close, his pecs large and strong.

your mouth watered a little.

"are you going to change or not?" his rasp draws you out of your stupor, and you blink slowly before reaching for the shirt. you then look back to him, expecting him to turn around but he doesn't.

you swallow, long and hard. you take your shirt off, careful to not let the blood-splashed fabric touch your face. your skin prickles with goosebumps against the cold air. you did have a bra on, but it didn't do much to cover your skin.

as quickly as you could, you slip the shirt on. it wasn't nearly as tight on you. toji's eyes lift to your face, and he wipes the blood off his palm onto his sweatpants. then he reaches forward, and his hand comes to cup your hip.

you arch into his grip instinctively, pressing your chest to his without thinking. toji lets out a low chuckle, and his hand slips down and gives your ass a firm squeeze.

without thinking, you let out a startled gasp.

the smell of irony blood, and toji's natural musk fills your nose. toji's scent isn't bad by any means, just strong. your head buries into his chest as his other hand comes to the small of your back, pressing in and forcing your arch a little more.

"you're so desperate," he laughs, "pushing against me like a bitch in heat."

you glare up at him, but it quickly melts away upon seeing his smirk.

you knew very well how attractive toji was. beautiful had to be a genetic thing when it came to zenin's. his deep green eyes, his inky black hair, his pale cream skin.

there was always this push pull thing. you’d dip your toes into the water, see how far you could push him. you’d never thought you’d get this far, feel his hands dip down your back.

toji takes your jaw in one hand, and pulls you up for a searing kiss that makes your mouth ache. it’s messy, and wet, and you can smell the iron wafting off the blood on his hands.

it’s not what you’d imagined, and yet it still manages to be better to every daydream you’d ever had. nights spent, hands clamped between your thighs, coated in slick, imaging it was his thick muscle instead.

“fuck,” you murmur against his chest, breath hot.

“if you wish,” you can hear the amusement in his voice, but it’s nothing compared to the pure desperation in yours. you want him—no—you need him.

his thumb slips into your mouth, pulling your jaw open. you only have a moment to realize what he’s doing before he spits in your mouth and says, “swallow.”

you do, not really tasting it but wrinkling your nose anyway. his hand then shifts to your shoulder and forces you to your knees as he leans up against the stone of the wall behind you. you understand immediately.

you fumble with the strings of his sweatpants before looping your fingers under them and tugging them down along with his boxers.

he’s big, you’d be a fool to think he wasn’t, and your cunt gives a pathetic pulse. you’re soaking through your panties just thinking about it.

you spit into your hand, tojis saliva still on your tongue and use it to lube up your hand. slowly, you work your way up his shaft, your other hand reaching back to grip his thighs.

you give a small lick to his tip, feeling his muscle shudder and flex under your touch. you take his tip into your mouth, sucking softly before letting it go with a pop.

peppering kisses down his length, you reach the base, before licking one long stripe up and taking him into your mouth. he’s already unbearably hard.

you can feel him in the back of your throat, and his groans fill your ears. you begin to work your way up and down him, shifting your head and unlocking your jaw in order to take him fully. his hand comes to your hair, pulling at your hair, nails digging into your scalp.

he’s so big, it makes your head spin.

unsurprisingly, he takes your hand and begins to thrust into your throat. you try your hardest not to gag, tears pricking in your eyes and clinging to your lashes.

after a few minutes, he pulls off, a thin trail of spit connecting your puffy lips to his cock. he taps it on your lips with a chuckle, before aiming down and cumming with a moan over your neck and collarbone.

“need you,” you whine, “please, toji.”

he helps you up, but in a moments notice he’s picking you up, hands underneath your thighs. he pushes your back against the stone, and the cold prickly wall cuts into your back through the thin shirt.

he rubs at your pussy with his duck through your leggings, watching as the dark spot on your grey leggings grows and grows.

“such a filthy girl,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, pulling at the band of your legging and letting it snap back against your stomach. you whimper, biting down on your lip.

“want you in me.”

toji grins against your neck, and sucks a big bruise into your flesh. he licks up your neck, up to your jaw. then, he finally pulls down your leggings and pantie.

the cold air bites against your skin, raising goosebumps but the warmth of toji quickly envelopes you. his dick pushes between your lips, rubbing against your clit and eliciting small hiccups of moans from your throat.

“please!” you sob, cheeks flushing red. “i need to cum!”

he clicks his tongue. then, he shoves two thick fingers into your pussy, making you scream. your shriek echoes throughout the alley, but you regard for other people dissapears.

his fingers curl inside you quickly, trying to stretch you out as quickly as possible to give you what you want. his thumb rubs at your clit at the same time, his dick leaking precum over your thigh.

“c’mon, daddy, wanna feel you!”

you can see the switch happen in toji, watch as his eyes darken and his posture tenses.

toji rips his fingers out, drawing a whine from you. his face buries into your breasts, forehead resting against your collarbone.

his cock pushes into you, hitting your g-spot immediately. he was skilled, he’d fucked before. he knew how to make you cum and make you cum quick.

he fucks into you rapidly, and you’re practically bouncing onto his lap. your arms wrap around his neck, your head falling back as he lifts his head to suck more bruises into your skin.

you cum, in one short scream that has your entire body shaking with the aftershocks. “haah—oh fuck, toji, ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!”

he groans, long and loud against your jaw. he presses a kiss to your lips to shut you up. you squirt, for the first time in what felt like forever, all over his abdomen.

tojis only fucking you for a few more seconds before you feel his cum spilling up inside you. you slump, body limp and struggling to keep locked around his body.

“fuck, you’re such a slut, you know that right?” toji laughs, wiping at the sweat on your neck.

“only for you,” you pant, as he lets you down. your legs wobble, like a baby deer first learning how to walk, but you manage to pull your clothes back up.

toji stares you down, then stares at his bloody clothes, then at the corpses. “we’re fucking disgusting.”

you grin, and pull him out of the alley. “yeah, but we knew that already.”

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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I CAN HEAR THE BELLS !

GETOU SUGURU STORY

wedding fever trope!

kinktober day three!

non-con recording, some dirty talk??

masterlist <3

on your big day, your best friend suguru tells you three different reasons why he should be your husband instead and why the runaway bride scenario is just so appealing.

word count: 2637

I CAN HEAR THE BELLS !

your reflection seemed fake, almost. the makeup powdered onto your face meant to make you look happy, and your tittering bridesmaids dresses in different shades of deep red bustling behind you.

nothing could calm your nerves, the raging storm ravaging around inside you.

one of the bridesmaid, some cousin of your arranged husbands, came up behind you and grabbed onto your arm.

“aren’t you excited?” she asked, beaming, “he’s going to be the best husband!”

sure.

he was influential, and you were pretty. your clan was dying, his was thriving. it was all the incentive your family needed to accept the marriage proposal on your behalf.

you hadn’t even been given a second to consider it, and your husband hadn’t been cruel but…you simply didn’t want to marry him.

you were too young, only fresh out of highschool with a good group of friends. you should’ve been partying, exorcizing curses, drinking so hard until you blacked out at the late hours of the morning.

but instead you’d spent the last few months sitting at home doing nothing because according to his clan it was unsightly to do regular adult things.

suguru had been your saving grace, always coming by and watching movies with you or having an at home dinner. he knew how lonely you were, stuck in your apartment more often than not.

you could really use him right now. he always knew what to say, how to calm you down. he was good to you. suguru was wise, careful with his words, knowing exactly what could set you off and calm you down.

behind you, your bridesmaids gushed about how beautiful they all looked. they wouldn’t notice if Suguru stopped by, right? you grab your phone from your purse, scrolling through your contacts before you find suguru’s.

“i need you,” you text him, “could you stop by?”

the response is almost immediate.

“i’ll be there in a second.”

even just by that text, you feel a wave of comfort wash over you. solace from the fact that in one hour, you’d be married.

your eyes raise back to the mirror, staring yourself down in the reflection. you looked like the perfect bride. makeup done immaculately, not a loose strand of hair in place.

your dress was stunning, you would say that much. the white lace and drill against your skin only made your complexion stand out more, enhancing your finer features.

running your hands along the hips, you smooth down the skirt of your dress, trying to make it poof a little less. you couldn’t wait to change into the after party dress, the light-weight red dress that made you stand out less.

that was when you could fade out into the background, become the wife, and let the fame and limelight go to your husband. you could be the pretty housewife he and his family had wanted you to be, even if your hands itched to exorcize a curse.

there’s a knock on the door, quick and cut, as if the person didn’t want to be on the other side too long. you already know who it is, and a bridesmaid is running to open the door before you can even fully turn around.

the girl peaks her head around the corner, murmurings things about how nobody was allowed to see you till the ceremony.

suguru’s voice drawls, “i’m her best friend, i suggest you let me in.”

the girl peaks her head back in, looking to you for clarification to which you simply nod.

meakly, she opens the door, and suguru waltzes in. you notice the way he halts in his tracks upon seeing you, but you’re too busy admiring how he looks.

even if you didn’t like him, your husband had good taste when it came to suits.

it was relatively simple, your average black suit and white undershirt with a red tie. but suguru was never one to be formal. the tucks of his white button up stuck out from underneath his vest, and he had no jacket in sight. his hair was in a loose half-up half-down bun, as it typically is.

his dark eyes sparkle with something unknown, and you feel yourself smiling against your palm.

he takes a few steps forward, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm with a short bow. “you look beautiful,” he whispers, looking up at you between thick dark eyelashes.

“thank you,” you reply, but you can’t even find the words to describe him.

alluring, lustful, gorgeous.

you could feel the eyes of your bridesmaids as suguru stood up straight, a good amount taller than you, even in your heels.

“what’s wrong?” he asks lowly, trying to block the sound of his voice from the others. you sigh, looping your arm with his and leaning against his bicep.

“everything, i guess? it’s just…i really don’t want to do this, suguru.”

he hums, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “i know. i cant believe this.”

you give a huff, “if you cant believe it, how am i supposed to feel?”

suguru smiles, open and wide, before pressing s soft kiss to the skull of your head. you squirm, hiding further into the fabric of his blouse.

“think i could leave?” you joke, “i’ll be a runaway bride. wonder how much shame that would bring him, huh?”

suguru’s quiet for a very heavy moment, and you turn your head just slightly to look at him in the reflection of the mirror. his eyebrows are furrowed, his lips twisted in a frown.

you consider saying something, but your tongue feels like lead in your mouth. you let out a soft breath, squeezing his arm lightly.

“maybe you don’t have to go through with it…” suguru muttered, “maybe we can go, i can take you. nobody has to know.”

you pull back, apprehension written all over your body language. you don’t quite say no though.

“my parents love you, they’d hide you if his clan started looking for you.”

“suguru,” you say weakly. you couldn’t say no to him. “that’s not a good idea.”

“neither is this,” he points out. his eyes go soft. “just…i can keep you hidden.”

you lean your forehead against his chest.

“give me any valid reason, and i’ll run.”

the words escape you before you can even properly consider what you’re about to do. suguru smiles wide.

“how bout three?”

your bridesmaids stare, straining to hear your quiet conversation.

“anything,” you stress.

“one, you won’t be happy.” he isn’t wrong. you’d be miserable. housewife isn’t the job you wanted in life. you didn’t want to sit at tea with his brothers and cousins wives and talk about mediocre things and how amazing your husbands were.

“two, he doesn’t want you.” suguru wasn’t wrong on that either. he liked your face, and your body, sure but not you. he didn’t like that you enjoyed exorcizing curses. he didn’t like that you enjoyed going out with friends. he didn’t like that you had a life outside of him and his clan.

“three, i do.”

you pulled back so sharply it almost gave you whiplash. the look suguru gave you was akin to amusement, but you could see the careful consideration hidden behind his mask of indifference.

one of the bridesmaids approached, tapping him on the shoulder. “sir, the ceremony just started, i suggest you go take a seat.”

he stutters, before looking back to you. you swallow heavily. “your car is going to leave in five minutes,” you say slowly.

suguru’s never looked happier. he borderline runs out the door, not looking back because he trusted you.

inside your chest, your heart pounded, blood rushing to your cheeks. we’re you really going through with this? you couldn’t back out now.

you turn to your bridesmaids, and smile sheepishly. “i need to use the restroom…” you giggle, “pre-vow nerves, y’know?”

they look for each other, sharing looks and giggles and nods of agreement. you make your way into the attached bathroom and lock the door.

finally, you feel like you can breathe.

you survey the room for a window, finding a relatively sized one behind the toilet. it was a small fit, but it would work. sighing, you close the lid to the toilet and take everything off the back of it as quietly as you could.

fumbling with the locks to the window, you eventually pry it open, but it refuses to stay up on its own.

fighting with it, you take your first steps onto the toilet, leaving your shoes on the tile.

you shimmy through legs first, your feet dangling over warm grass. you struggle to breathe, your chest pushing against the window pane.

eventually you make it out fully, and desperately tug the length of your dress through. you land in a heap of limbs and lace on the dirty grass.

a little dizzy, you look up, not paying any attention to the hundreds of dirt and mud stains now costing your dress. you didn’t buy it, your husbands family did…so.

you hike up the ends of the dress, and run. you know soon enough those bridesmaids are gonna start knocking on the door, assuming they hadn’t already, and tell you that you need to walk down the aisle.

suguru’s car is exactly where you knew it would be.

he’s waiting for you, one arm slung around the passenger seat head rest and the other gripping the wheel.

you pull open the door, jumping in, uncontrollable laughter spilling past your lips. as soon as you’ve gathered up all your dress, you slam the door shut and scream, “drive!”

suguru listens to you, as he always does.

you aren’t sure how far you're driving, but soon the church becomes a far away place, and you end up losing your veil somewhere in the process.

suguru finds an empty car park somewhere close to an unused trail, and parks to take a breath.

he looks to you, his face split with his smile.

you look to him, a matching grin on his face.

you jump him, uncaring for the way your dress tugs and rips as you smash your lips against his. he groans into your open mouth, reaching for your hips and pulling you into his lap.

suguru licks into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your lip, smearing your lipstick and sucking on your tongue.

you whine against his lips, rutting your hips through the fabric of your dress, but getting no friction. suguru chuckles, and grips your waist hard to keep you still.

“ah, not yet. wanna savor this moment. maybe i should take a picture? send it to your bastard of a fiancé, show him what true pleasure looks like on you.”

oh, suguru was mean.

and you loved it.

“please,” you panted, only to be awarded with a harsh bite into your cleavage. he bit hard enough to break skin, a small trickle of red blood leeching down and staining the crystals of your dress bodice.

his tongue lapped at the mark as you hissed, back arching into his touch. more, more, more, your brain chanted.

suguru cared nothing for your dress, clearly, as he reached behind you and ripped the bodice straight in half. you heard the sound of thread snapping and crystals cracking as he threw it’s remains to the passenger seat.

now, he had full access to your boobs, and he didn’t take this lightly.

suguru bit up and down your chest, muttering curses and suppressing groans as you twitched and squealed at every brush of contact his lips made with your puffy nipples, peeking out and begging for attention.

suguru kisses a sweet line down the center of your body, mouthing open sloppy hickeys against your skin.

somewhere in suguru’s car, your phone rang with missed calls and texts. you found yourself giggling despite the ridiculousness of it all. you straighten, squeezing out of your skirt as suguru pushes his seat back. you were naked, save for your underwear and garter belt, a request of your fiance.

you can feel his cock outline straining through his pants, pressing into you, separated by the thin fabric of your clothes. you wiggle your hips slightly, letting his hands roam around your body. eventually, they settled over your stomach, before dipping lower.

he pulls back your garter belt, letting it snap back against your skin with a slap that has you shivering. “your fiance’s a creep,” he comments, but you see the way his eyes glimmer as he tightens it against your thighs, forcing the plush of your skin out.

you struggle to keep your breathing even as his hands lift, pulling down your panties. your stomach churns, anticipation swirling in your chest.

suguru cups your cunt with his palm, his middle finger dipping into your heat and slicking his finger. you whimper, biting down on your lip. sis finger drags up, collecting more of your wetness until he reaches your clit.

he smiles, and gives a few testing circles that have you mewling.

“still a virgin?” he inquires.

softly, you nod, lost in the feeling of his fingers on your clit. one of the things of being married to the future clan head, was that you had to be plenty fertile in order to produce an heir. in the eyes of your husband’s family, if you hadn’t been a virgin, you wouldn’t be fertile enough.

that meant Suguru would be your first. how scandalous.

his fingers speed up on your clit, and you can’t help but roll your hands into his palm, fingers reaching up to toy with your nipples. he presses a soothing kiss to your stomach, and then follows it with a gentle bite.

“faster,” you gasp, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, “‘m almost there, sugu.”

suguru listens to you, speeding up so fast you almost scream. but then, he rips his fingers away, and the feeling disappears just as quickly.

“no!” you cry, “no! no! no! please, i jus’ wanna cum!”

suguru grabs you by the neck, pressing bruising kisses to your lips as his other hand intertwines your fingers.

“do you really want me to make you cum?” he asks, “tell me, tell me you want me to.”

“i do,” you shriek, “i do!”

your orgasm comes quick, slick pushing out of your pussy as you squeal, hips jerking and twisting. suguru grabs onto your waist, squeezing the plump of your hips and thighs and watching you twitch through the aftershocks.

he leans up, burying his face in your neck.

“feel good, baby?”

“more than good,” you sigh, smiling at him. “way more than good.”

your hands drift down, pressing against his dick. “let me help you…”

he shakes his head, breathing in the smell of your perfume. “no, baby, tonights all about you. gonna make you feel so good.”

you pout, “but i wanna feel you in me.”

suguru looks up at you, grinning almost cruelly as he looks at you. “no, baby, we gotta save that for the honeymoon.”

confusion settles deep in your bones. “huh?” you mumble, tilting your head. he jerks his thumb to the back, where a camera is propped up. the red recording button blinks, and your heart leaps in your chest.

his hand pushes against yours, fingers pressed directly to each other when you felt it. at some point, he’d slipped off your engagement ring with one of his own, a simple silver band glistening on your ring finger where your old stone used to be. in all honesty, you preferred his more.

“you’re evil, suguru,” you grin, and loop your arms around his neck to pull him into a searing kiss, imprinting the memory into your brain.

“only for you, baby.”

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU !

MIYA ATSUMU

enemies to lovers trope !

kinktober day six!

slapping, verbal degredation, doggy style, secret sex, atsumu is an ass in this, mirror sex

masterlist <3

you never liked atsumu, he was always the most obnoxious out of your old volleyball friends but after a get together, you soon find that your hate was misplaced.

word count: 2678

you hated atsumu miya, more than anything. not only was he loud-mouthed, obnoxious, and plain ignorant he was cruel. so horribly cruel.

osamu gave you a helpless little smile, and a shrug. your roomate knew just how much you loathed his slightly more annoying twin, but there was nothing he could do about it. you knew that anyway.

"it's not just gonna be 'tsumu," he argues, taking a sip from his glass of water.

"i know," you sigh, "i'm excited to see the others but...he manages to ruin my mood every time he's over."

osamu stretches his hands over his head, until his back gives a pop. "y'know i've talked to him, and if i could get him to stop i would but...i can't. i'm hoping he'll be a little more mellow with the others here."

"me too," you mutter, sparing a backwards glance to the door. you weren't neccesarily dressed for a reunion party, more like a cocktail party, but these were your friends. the people you'd been closest with in high school. somehow, you'd only managed to stay in touch with osamu and kita, but maybe that's because they were the two that didn't try and go pro with volleyball.

your small black mini dress clung to your frame, the cutoff just barely meeting your mid-thigh. your feet still ached from the heels you'd just been wearing. osamu, conviently, had failed to tell you that your friends were coming over the same day you'd already agreed to go out drinking with a few college friends.

so, looking into the future, you were a little tipsy in defense.

you were in the process of combing your fingers through your hair when a knock raps on the door, and then the croon of an annoying voice you knew by heart was none other than miya atsumu.

you rolled your eyes, but osamu just smiled and left the kitchen to go greet them at the door. you reached into your purse, pulling out your compact mirror and checking your appearance. you didn't look too bad, considering you'd just spent the past hour and a half in a sweaty night-club drinking shots and dancing.

the chatter hits your ears in waves, and you take in a deep breath and smooth down your dress before following osamu into the living room.

you feel the eyes fly to you immediately.

"y/n!" kita calls with a soft smile, walking over and wrapping you into a hug. you smile back, and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. "it's been too long since i've seen you in person."

you hum your agreement, opening your eyes only for a scowl to curl on your face.

atsumu stares back at you, a lazy grin on his face and a single amused eyebrow raised. as kita pulls back, his eyes slowly rake up your body and he stifles a chuckle against his hand.

your attention is pulled away though by aran and suna, giving you a respective side-hug and clap on the back. it's nice to see them. it's interesting to see just how much they've grown up, both physically and mentally.

at one point, the conversation finally moves over to the couch. you find yourself sandwiched between osamu and atsumu, trying not to look too pissed off as you take small sips of water to try and sober yourself out.

there's some soft rap playing over the sound system osamu had, and when suna dissapears into the kitchen he returns with a bottle of champagne and a case of beers. there's automatic cheers from the men around you, and you wonder to yourself how much more alcohol you should consume.

at least you weren't driving tonight.

you should've known, that at some point in a house full of men who'd finally got a break from their jobs, they'd get a little rowdy. you know you're going to have to scrub beer stains out of the carpet in the morning and wipe down every inch of counter surface from the sticky substances.

osamu, thank the lord, had prepared some food platters for you to pick at so you could at least stay half-sober and be the responsible one.

at some point, kita gets some champagne spilled down his shirt, and you're quick to get up and find him a shirt. you head into the laundry closet connected to the kitchen, and begin rifiling through osamu's clean laundry bin.

there's a light scoff behind you, and your head snaps up. atsumu leans against the kitchen counter, staring at you through the door. you squint at him.

"don't you think you're a little overdressed for a high school reunion?"

you roll your eyes. "i had plans before this," you explain shortly, "i would've changed if i got the chance."

"oh really?" atsumu's voice is dripping with amusement, and something you can't quite read. "you know what i think?"

you can hear his footsteps inch a little closer to the closet until he's holding himself up on the doorframe. you hum, just to humor him, as you find a plain shirt crumped underneath the basket.

"i think you dressed up to show off for me--"

your head snaps up, and laughter rings out of atsumu's chest. "excuse me?" you shout, standing up. the shirt is clenched tight in a white-knuckled grip.

"you aren't defending yourself very well," he sing-songs, his smirk horribly devilish.

"if you're trying to charm me, it isn't fucking working," you spit, before bringing the shirt up to your nose. it smells of detergent. clean enough.

you move to leave, but atsumu's arm comes across the doorframe. he looks down at you, and he smells of fresh clean cologne. you kind of like it, and you hate yourself for that.

"move," you say, "now."

"i don't take demands from bratty girls," he snickers, "though, you're probably into that kind of thing. i mean, everyone can see the way you eye me."

you shove into his chest, but he's stronger than you and you only manage to make him stumble a little. "ugh, you're so stupid!" you huff, "you wish, atsumu, you fucking wish!"

ducking under his arm, you make your way back into the living room. there's eyes on you again, no doubt hearing your screaming fit. you shove the shirt in kita's direction, to which he hesitantly takes but not without trying to ask what was wrong.

"i'm going to bed," you whisper in osamu's direction, before bolting down the hall before atsumu can resurface from the kitchen. you hope the metaphorical slap hurt.

you make sure to slam the door, just to add insult to injury.

your chest heaves with anger, and your hands reach up into your hair, pulling at strands with your stress. why did he have to be such an asshole? he wasn't that bad of a guy with his friends, just with you? why? what had you done?

you'd only ever responded to his endless amounts of bullshit he sent your way. it was always something. he'd mention how indecent you look when your roomate's a man, or that what you wore out was inappropriate. or how you dated too many people, or flirted with too many men.

why did he even care? it wasn't any of his business!

you make your way to your vanity mirror, sitting in the chair as you begin to wash your flash with a makeup wipe. you don't normally put on a lot, so it only takes a few swipes before you're tossing it back in the trash bin.

there's three harsh knocks on your door, before it's pushed open and atsumu peaks his hand in.

your lip curls at him, clear in the reflection of the mirror. his lips are twisted in a frown, and he slips in the room before shutting it with a soft click.

"i've come to apologize," he says, but it almost sounds like it hurts.

"who forced you? osamu?"

he doesn't say anything, but it's the clearest answer you'd probably get out of him.

you shake your head softly. "don't bother. i don't want to hear something you don't mean."

he licks his lips, and comes up behind you. his hands curl on the back of your chair, knuckles brushing against your back. a shiver twists it's way down your spine.

"we used to be close," he says softly.

"yeah, and who fucked that up?"

atsumu's eyes squeeze shut. "i don't hate you."

you raise an eyebrow. "i'm sorry but i find that rather hard to believe."

"i strongly dislike you."

you click your tongue. "that sounds about right."

you look up at him, and he's watching you carefully in the reflection of the mirror. his tongue darts over his lips, and you know he's nervous.

"it's not even that though," atsumu points out, and your brows furrow. what is he trying to get at? whatever it was you really don't want to hear it.

you twist in your chair, an angry scowl on your face as you're prepared to tell him off. but atsumu's quicker, easier at surprising you.

his lips are warm, and wet, and he tastes of champagne. your eyes are wide, and his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking a question you weren't quite sure of the answer to.

he pulls back after a moment, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips. he wipes at the corner of your mouth, wiping away any mess.

"i hate that you're so beautiful, i can't help myself around you."

you still can't find the words to answer. you suck in a shaky breath. atsumu looks at you, still nervous but a thick glint of determination in his eyes. atsumu always got what he wanted.

you twist back around in your chair, and look at yourself in the mirror, then to his figure behind you.

"touch me," you whimper, and atsumu takes his chance greedily.

his hand slips down your sides, massaging your skin through your dress. they drift up, cupping your breasts, squeezing. he leans down, and sucks kisses into the smooth expanse of your neck. he leaves purple and red bruises along your skin, marks that you were his.

he isn't gentle by any means. his teeth scrape against the sensitive marks he'd left, not even bothering to soothe them with his tongue before moving onto the neck. his hands, playing with your tits, squeeze hard and rough.

they lift and slip under your dress, pulling the fabric down to your abdomen. he takes your tits into his hands, playing with your rosy nipples and pinching them between his thumb and pointer finger.

it hurts--almost, but the pleasure followed by the sting makes it worth it.

your head tilts back, a broken moan leaving your lips but atsumu clicks his tongue. "no," he says, "i want you to watch as i fuck you."

a whine leaves your throat, and you tilt your head back forward to watch as his grin grows large and sharp. you try to bite down on your noises, as his hand dips lower. it slips underneath the dress, pushing it up to meet the otherhalf at your abdomen.

"no panties?" he remarks, "what a slut."

your breaths come out shaky. "i...i was hoping i'd find someone," you admit, not without embarrassment. your blush is warm on your cheeks, but atsumu doesn't laugh.

his finger swipes through your wetness, collecting it on the pad of his middle finger. he brings it up to your clit, pushing up against the bundle of nerves and eliciting a heavy moan from deep within your chest.

"shh," he whispers, "they're probably listening to see if we start yelling."

you purse your lips, and no matter how desperately you want to clench around his fingers and whine at the top of your lungs but you can't. you keep your eyes trained on your reflection, grateful for the cut off just a little below your waist so you don't have to see just how wet you know you are.

you can feel it, with every roll of his fingers on your clit, as you slick smears on his fingers onto your thighs. your legs tremble, and whisper, "fuck, atsumu."

"that's the plan, baby," he chuckles, and pulls you up by your hips. you understand what he wants immediately. you brace yourself on your elbows, placed carefully on the vanity not to knock anything over.

atsumu's fingers slip inside you, reaching to his knuckle as he scissors two of them back and forth to spread your gummy walls. then, he pumps them in and out, curling them against your g-spot at the same time.

biting down on your lip, you hold back a moan as your orgasm comes crashing through you.

then, atsumu straightens up and reaches into his pants to pull out his throbbing hard-on. he lines it up with your cunt, and slowly pushes his head into you. you gasp at the intrusion, placing your forehead against the cool wood of the vanity. your breath fogs up against your own cheeks.

atsumu lets out a quiet groan as he pushes further into. you can hear him bite back a whimper every time you clench around him. he was really determined to be the dominant one tonight, which quite frankly was just what you needed, but you could tell he was going to be one hell of a sub.

he lets you adjust for a moment, and when you croak out a "move," he does without hesitation.

atsumu's thrusts are sloppy, but still so good. his hand pushes down on the center of your back, forcing your arch. "please!" you cry out, just soft enough to not be heard by the others. atsumu gasps, the nails of his freehand digging into the plush of your hips.

your head spins with the pleasure of it all. the gentle ache of the force on your back, the unnecessary stretch. the light prick of pain of his nails digging into you. and then, of course, the out-of-body experience of his cock head constantly hitting your g-spot.

"'m gonna cum, 'm gonna cum!" you whisper-shout to him, "please, don't stop!"

he shakes his head, and brings his hand up and slaps it down onto your ass. the sting brings tears to your eyes, and makes your skin tinge pink but the sweet feeling of atsumu splitting you in half overpowers.

atsumu slaps your ass a few times, until there's a prominent red mark on your ass. then, he takes his hand, and rubs over the mark. he leans forward, pressing kisses along your spine.

"i'm close, baby," he whispers heatedly to you. his voice is broken and hoarse, from what you don't know, but you squeeze so tight around his cock as if you were going to squeeze him of every drop.

you never thought that a little bit of dirty talk would be enough to make you come, but you're orgasming so hard that you have to slap your hand over your mouth in order to keep yourself from screaming.

you collapse onto the vanity, only being held by your hips. your arms cross, and you lean your head into them. you look up weakly, tears still clinging to your lashes.

atsumu's chest is heaving with labored pants, but his eyes glimmer with sweetness and his smile is so soft and reminiscent of the way he used to look at you that you crumble.

he pulls you up, and lets you collapse against his chest. he wastes no time in scooping you up, placing you down in your bed. he pulls your dress off your body, before draping the blanket over you. you let him treat you kindly, the way you've wanted him to for years.

atsumu presses a kiss to your lips, soft compared to how it was only ten minutes ago.

then, he leaves, a satisfied grin on his face.

god, you hated miya atsumu with his pretty eyes and soft smile.

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ONE FOR ME !

- KAGEYAMA TOBIO STORY

best friend's brother trope !

kinktober day one!

implied praise kink, oral, small age gap, penetration, pwp

masterlist <3

sypnosis

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining.

warnings: time skip! (you are 24, tobio is 20), alcohol, mentions of smoking

word count: 3973

the kageyama house had definitely seen better days, you decided, when you walked through the door.

miwa cracked a half-smile, before grimacing when she swiped some dust off the doorframe. she turns to you as you kick off your shoes, and laughs. "it just needs a bit of fixer-upping!" she argues, which earns a small giggle out of you.

"there's no task too small for me," you retort, as she leads you to the bedroom hall.

"um, so you're going to have to stay in tobio's old room, i hope that's alright," she sighs, stopping outside the farthest door. there's a few nicks in the doorframe, probably from repeated slamming of the door. it'd been a while since you'd been in there. since your senior year of high school, which was weird considering you were now throwing your graduating party for college.

"no, it's fine," you assure her, pushing the door open. it was kept clean, clearly only used on the rare occasions he chose to come home. he had a nice bed, at least, big and comfy.

you plop your bag down on his desk chair, and sit down on the bed. miwa watches, biting her lip, still unsure if you were actually okay with it. "i mean," you drawl, "it's only for a weekend, right?"

her shoulders visibly sag with relief, and she nods with a beam. "only a weekend," she assures, then her smile turns devilish, "now, i think we have a party to plan."

two days later, you're standing in the masses of people you'd met in your years of college, and some you hadn't. there's a red beer cup in your hand, and every now and then miwa pops up to thank you ten times over for helping.

you'd managed to clean the house while she went out and bought the supplies. the party had turned out just as you'd hoped, streamers and lights hanging from the banisters. miwa had even dug out her old sound system from high school.

you prefered to stand in the back, by the kitchen island, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers around you. it was easier that way, especially knowing miwa was going to get shit-faced and you'd have to be the one to clean up the majority of things.

miwa, ever the stylist, had dressed you up in honor of the night. she'd managed to convince you into wearing a tiny black skirt and a lacey white cami. true to her actual profession, she'd messed around with your hair a bit too.

now, you watched with delight as miwa made her way through the crowd, men hanging off her arms fighting for her attention as she tried to have a genuine conversation with everyone who'd attended. it was hilarious to watch her dodge them all, knowing she had a very loyal boyfriend just a few towns away.

miwa stumbled over to you, babbling the whole time. she leaned heavy against your side, sipping out of her own solo cup. she slurred your name, heavy breaths fanning across your cheek. you resist the urge to laugh at her. "hey, how's the party goin'?"

"it's alright, miwa, are you having fun?" you ask softly, smiling at her. she nods excitedly.

"i'm gonna order some more pizza," she says, pulling out her phone, "any requests?"

you contemplate for a moment. "pepperoni and mushrooms?" she wrinkles her nose, but types it into her phone along with a long list of other foods. "do you mind waiting outside for it?"

you shake your head, "not at all. you go have fun!"

she lets out a short huff, suddenly sober. "well, i want you to have fun too," she pouts. you brush her off with a wave of your head, pressing the order button on her phone.

"it's fine, miwa, really. i'm enjoying myself. i need a little air anyway."

"if you say so," she mumbles, before perking at the call of her name. she giggles out a goodbye before running off to the person who'd called for her. you sigh with a soft shake of your head.

outside is cool, the summer air warm and hazy, but the wind cooling down the temperature considerably. it's nice against your sweaty skin, and you tie your hair up to get it off the back of your neck as you try and take in deep breaths.

the scent of smoke and alcohol was too heavy in there, it almost made you claustrophobic. you sit down on the step of the porch, the stone slab cutting into the backs of your thighs as you try to push down your skirt as far as it could go to no avail.

your head thumps with the sounds of the party inside, and you finish off your drink before placing the empty cup beside you. your hands come to rest in your lap, fingers tapping on the backs of your hands as you wait.

it's only a few minutes before a car pulls up.

your brows furrow. it definitely should've taken way longer than that, considering how long miwa's order was and how late it was. standing up, you brush off your skirt as you make your way down the porch.

a figure slips out of the car, slamming the door behind him and walks right up to you.

tobio.

"oh!" you startle, jumping as he stands a few feet away from you, "tobio, i didn't know you'd be coming home..." you say, a bit awkward as you rub at the back of your neck.

his dark blue eyes rake up your body, flashing under the moonlight. you pretend not to notice the way they catch on the edges of your skirt and the lace of your cami. eventually, they meet your eyes.

he's grown up. a lot.

you'd seen him, in photos from miwa, but nothing compared to how he looked in person. almost like a real life adonis. you can see how chiseled he is through his compression shirt and baggy sweats. his pale skin glistens, and he smells of freshly applied cologne.

"what are you doing here?" his voice is gruff, but not unkind. he looks behind you to the party, and then to the dozens of cars parked along the sidewalk. "why's half the goddamn town here?"

his tone is a little more pressing at that second question, to which you bite your lip. miwa would've told you if she knew tobio was coming home, and on top of that she probably wouldn't have given you his room.

behind you, the sound of some bass-boosted song plays.

"miwa threw a party," you say, trying not to sound stupid or awkward, "we didn't think you'd stop by." you still remember the little boy he used to be, always angry and frustrated, tossing a volleyball around in the back yard as you and miwa giggled at him when he messed up.

he never talked to you much, other than weird gazes you'd catch whenever you were over. it was no secret little tobio had a crush on his big sister's best friend. he was too young then.

he scoffed, "i didn't even think miwa still came by here."

you watch as he shoves his hand in his pockets, for some reason unable to meet your eyes now. you shrug, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. "to be fair, you don't stop by very often either," you argue.

he rolls his eyes, but it has no bite to it. he knows you're right. you beckon him forward, and suddenly waiting for the pizza floats to the back of your mind. "want a drink?" you ask.

"sure," he laughs, a little breathless and follows you inside.

nobody notices the two of you slip back in, too busy with themselves and others to be bothered. he follows you to the kitchen, always only a step behind you as you worm through the crowd. eventually, you break through to your previous spot and show him the arrangement of drinks to pick from.

you can feel him behind you, the warmth of his body heat. he leans over you, his pec pushing into your shoulder. your face alights, and he grabs a wine bottle and pops off the cork. very sophisticated.

he takes a sip from the bottle, and you watch as a bit of red dribbles down the side of his mouth. as he places the bottle down, your hand subconsciously raises and wipes at it.

tobio raises a brow, a small chuckle falling from his lips. his eyes meet yours, and you quickly look away, wiping your thumb on your shirt.

he stands there, behind you, eyes stuck on you as you rub at the back of your neck. a group of people come bustling into the kitchen, clearly drunk and cups of beer in hand.

you shrink back instinctively, and your back comes to meet tobio's chest. the kitchen wasn't very big to begin with, but with an extra seven people there was barely enough space to extend your arms.

tobio's hand rests on your shoulder, fingers digging into your flesh in an almost protective way. you can smell his cologne, stronger this time, and your lashes flutter.

you don't even know what happens next, but later you're told someone had slipped on an empty solo cup, knocking into someone else. in the end, you ended up with one whole beer cup spilled directly on your chest, soaking you to the bone.

you shriek, the stench of beer wafting up, but your scream is hidden under the layers of party sounds. but then, your whole world twists as your whirled around and buried into tobio's chest.

your brain starts to slow for a second, enveloped in his warm embrace. there's nothing you want to do more in that moment than wrap your arms around his waist and properly hug him. but your chin lifts just in time to see him shove the guy who'd poured his cup on you.

"who the hell do you think you are?" he shouts, lip curled back in a snarl, arm wrapped protectively around you.

it was nice.

but he was also your best friend's little brother.

the guy stumbles back, raising his hands as if to say, "i'm innocent" but tobio doesn't care for that. he continues to shout, and one of the guys friends looks to you for help.

taking in a deep breath, you pull yourself back from his grip, catching his attention. you place both your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly.

"hey, shh," you coo, "it's fine, it's just a shirt."

"no!" tobio shouts, "that guy's a douche and you deserve an apology."

you look at him weakly, unable to find the words to fight back. he breaks then, shoulders sagging upon seeing your expression. he grabs your hand, and trudges towards the bedroom hall. "c'mon," he huffs.

he stops right outside his room, and you don't even get the chance to protest because he's pulling you inside in under a second. he falls short though, upon seeing it.

in your sleep the night prior you'd managed to kick his blankets all the way to the end of the bed, his pillows displayed messily across the top. your bag was open at his desk, some of your clothes hanging on the back of his chair. you wince. "I didn't get to clean..."

his lips part, and he blinks a few times, still staring at his bed. "you stayed here?"

you sigh, "yes, and i'm so sorry. miwa said it was fine, so i assumed she texted you. again, so so sorry--"

he cuts you off, "no, it's fine. just surprised, that's all."

you purse your lips. "you sure?"

he nods, and he turns to you. you immediately notice how glued his eyes are to your breasts, your white shirt soaked through to openly show the fact you hadn't worn a bra.

your nipples peak through the shirt, and shame courses through you. you shy away, arms crossing in front of you as you look to the side. you shuffle off, overly aware of his eyes on you, as you begin to dig through your bag.

"fuck."

tobio frowns, "what's wrong?"

you run a hand through your hair, pulling out the tie. "this was my last clean shirt."

you can practically hear tobio's heart skip a beat with how startled he looks. you look at him helplessly, still attempting to cover up. you move to leave, an excuse of stealing something of miwa's when he blocks you with an arm.

"you can take something of mine," he says, biting on his lip as he stares away, "i...i don't want you going back out there looking like that."

you almost want to roll your eyes and say, "looking like what?" but you don't. you knew after years of growing up with him that he was naturally protective. he steps away once he's assured you won't make a break for the door and digs through his drawers until he comes up with a simple navy-blue t-shirt.

you don't even need to try it on to know it's going to be huge on you.

he hands it over to you, to which you thank him gratefully. he turns around, but you don't miss the way his cheeks tint pink as he stares at the wall. you peel off your beer-soaked cami and slip his on top, shuddering at the friction.

it smelled like him too.

you even dare to wiggle out of your skirt, tossing it into your bag. you clear your throat, a sign that he can turn around. he doesn't say anything, and you try not to look too awkward.

pinching the sides of the shirt and pulling out, you give a little twirl and say, "how do i look?"

it was intended as a joke, an attempt to cut the thick tension, but he takes you seriously.

he coughs, and stares at his hands, "you, uh, you look good."

complimenting was never his forte.

you can't help it, a small snicker escapes your mouth, and soon enough your full-heartedly laughing at him, trying to cover your noises with a palm to your mouth.

he huffs, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips.

you sit down on his bed, and your body feels warm. you can't tell if it's from the heat of his shirt, the bed, or even the alcohol. he comes to sit next to you, falling back into his rustled sheets with a sigh.

you settle down next to him, and count the cracks in the ceiling in order to ignore the burning in your core. you seriously needed to calm down.

"does miwa always throw these parties?"

you hum. "sometimes, though this was the first one here since high school. uh, after your grandpa passed she didn't do a lot in college for a good while. usually she hosted them on campus or something."

he nodded. the silence fell heavy again.

you turn your head, taking in a deep breath and try to give him a smile. "do you go to parties?" you inquire, "you're in college now...your first year, right?"

he clicks his tongue. "i've been to a few," he scratches behind his ear, "mostly ones i get forced into going to. i never found them very fun."

you get warmer. maybe it is the alcohol, but you scooch a little closer and rest your head on his bicep. you've never seen his eyes widen that much, but he looks at you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"me neither," you whisper, "don't tell your sister."

you don't let tobio get the chance to understand the double meaning of that, because some surge of confidence pushes through you in that moment. all logical thinking flies out the window, becuase who cares? you're an adult, he's an adult, miwa's partying. he clearly wants you.

you kiss him, a hand placed on his chest, and your hair seperating a curtain between the two of you and the outside world. he tastes of wine, almost bitter, and you love it.

he's still for a moment, but then his lips move against yours and suddenly your flipped onto your back. his hand his on your shoulder, his other on your hip as he stares at you with husky eyes.

your shirt--or well, his shirt--has been pushed up to show your exposed abdomen but more importantly, your lack of skirt. tobio takes a particular interest in your lacey white panties, thumb rubbing over their hem.

he contemplates for a moment. "are you sure you want this?"

you don't waste a single second.

"yes," you nearly plead, and pull him down by the neck for another heated kiss. you can feel him rock up against your core, painfully hard already. you whine into the kiss, wanting to feel more of him.

his hand moves from your shoulder to push up your shirt, and your back arches upon the cold air blown across your skin. your nipples harden, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

tobio's warm hands rub up and down your sides, tracing the line of your ribs. he breaks the kiss, mouthing down your jaw onto your neck and sucking a deep red mark into the flesh of your skin.

you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist, back still trying to pathetically arch into his touch.

"tobio," you pant, "i need more."

"patience," he chastises, but you can tell he speeds up. his lips move a little faster, sucking lighter marks across your neck and collarbone. you're about to sit up to take off the shirt when he stops you.

"keep it on," he pants, "you look so pretty with it. all dressed up in my clothes."

now, that does things for your ego and for the heat growing between your legs.

his lips latch around your right nipple, and his hand comes to twist and play with your left. his tongue is so warm, lapping up at your sensitive nub.

your hands come up to tug at his hair, curling in inky black locs. his eyelashes flutter when you give it a small tug, his teeth scraping against your nipple in a way that made you hiss pleasurably.

he peppers kisses along your breasts and ribs, and you can feel the slick beginning to stain your panties.

"please," you mewl, pushing up against him. he chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs. his grin is devilish, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation.

he takes your panties, and pushes them to the side, revealing your pussy. "so wet," he whispers, almost amazed. he takes one finger and runs it through your folds, collecting your slick and smearing it across your thighs.

quickly, he leaves a few love bites along the smooth expanse of your thighs, making your breath catch in your throat. everytime you think he's about to finally touch you, he goes back to your knee and works his way up again.

he admires his work, and you tighten your thighs around his head as a sort of warning to hurry up. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. your back arches, and you try to resist the urge to buck your hips.

you aren't ready for when he finally makes one long stripe through your folds. it feels like a hundred electric shocks are coursing through your body, lighting you aflame. you let out a hitched cry of pleasure, hands curling in his hair, pushing further into his face.

tobio eats you out like you're his last meal. you don't know where he learned how, but it's genuinely shocking. the same boy who you taught how to properly serve a volleyball, was now eating you out like your life depended on it.

you couldn't help the symphony of noises that escaped you. the heat of his tongue made you clench around nothing as he sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning around your flesh. you never striked him as the kind of guy to be a service top, but you were enjoying it, nonetheless.

he sucks against your skin, trying to get every taste of you he can, openly groaning at the taste of your slick. your legs twitch and shudder, and you try your hardest not to clamp around his neck. "need to feel you, tobio," you moan, pulling his head up. he looks at you, eyes heavy-lidded, his arousal clear as day.

"i don't have a condom," he stutters, and you shake your head.

"i don't care," you whine, pulling him close, so his torso is flesh against yours, "need you now."

you sound horribly pathetic and he must find it cute or he doesn't care because he's complying to your whiney demands with no issue.

he fumbles with the string of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. you feel your mouth salivate at the sight of him. he's long, not the thickest you've ever seen, but definitely the longest. you know he's going to hit all the right spots.

you reach forward, taking him into your hand and giving him a few long pumps. his tip is a cute flushed red, veins tracking up his cock. "so pretty, tobio," you slur, to which he blushes bashfully. "this is the kind of dick girls brag about, y'know..."

he presses a kiss to your cheek. "will you?"

you giggle, "not unless you give me reason to."

that ignites a flame in him. ego was one thing tobio took very seriously.

he drags his tip through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. occasionally, his head will catch on your clit and elicit a whimper from you. he aligns himself with your hole, leaning over you, and pressing more kisses to your breasts to try and ease you and get your muscles to relax.

you breathe in and out a few times until your body properly relaxes, and you're melting wax into his hands.

you take back everything you said about him not being big. tobio fills you up like he was made for you. as if your pussy was molded to fit the shape of his cock. he curves in just the right spot, and after a few testing pushes, he manages to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

it's no surprise you're cumming only minutes after he starts.

"tobio!" you cry out, gripping onto his shoulders, "'m gonna cum!"

he huffs, burying his face in your neck, "cum for me, baby, i wanna hear you. show those assholes what they're missing out on."

sparks alight along your spine, and you're arching into him, screaming his name as you cum. it might've been the biggest climax you'd ever had.

you're shivering and whimpering, letting him pound into you until his own release. he finishes soon too, having been hard for way too long. he's trying to muffle his grunts, but you know they're clear as day to anyone who's in the kitchen. you'd be surprised if the whole house didn't hear you.

eventually, he finishes in you, pumping his seed in with a few slow thrusts. he sits there for a moment, still inside you as he takes deep breaths to recollect himself. eventually he slips out, but he plugs you up with two of his fingers to keep his cum from dripping out.

tobio lays down next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, heavy pants fanning across your breasts.

"was i good?" he asks weakly.

"you were wonderful."

the next morning, you wake up to a string of texts from miwa.

oops.

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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LOVING YOU IN SECRECY !

TAKAMI KEIGO STORY

fake relationship trope!

kinktober day four!

squirting, non-explicitly stated consent but reader does agree

masterlist <3

due to his popularity, dating was a big thing pushed on keigo by the commission. they found him the perfect trophy wife, the problem? the two of you knew nothing about each other. what happens when you're forced to though?

word count: 1627

sounds of party and soft chatter surround you, filling your ears over the noise of fabric shifting and rustling feathers next to you.

keigo shifted in his seat once more, adjusting the fabric of his suit jacket, trying once again to hopelessly fit it over the length of his large wings.

he looked ridiculous, but for whatever reason he was determined.

your boyfriend—or well, fake boyfriend—spares you a glance, no doubt feeling your lingering gaze. keigo gives you a small little shrug, disrupting his attempts, before his face turns to his lap.

you hum, some sort of silent communication occurring as you look to the masses of party-goers, then back to him.

“nobody’s going to care if you don’t wear it,” you sigh, before taking a sip of your champagne. “it doesn’t matter all that much.”

he smirks, stretching back in a way that seemed uncomfortable to put on his little facade for the peering eyes of anyone looking.

“nah, i’m good.”

you roll your eyes at his difficultness, putting down your drink on the table before turning to face him. his golden eyes dip down to your lips for a second.

lord, he was insatiable.

you gently tug the suit jacket off his back, watching as his wings visibly shuddered and practically breathed upon being freed. he raised one unamused eyebrow, as you stuck your arms through the jacket and pulled it onto your own back.

“there, you’ll look like a gentleman this way. nobody’s going to care now.”

keigo takes a long sip of his water, before folding his hands in his lap. “has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are?”

“people could say the same for you.” you rebuke.

there’s a shared chuckle passed between you, but the sound dies out on your lips as the space between you grows smaller. but then, there's the shutter of a camera, and you're jumping apart.

you were together, it was normal for you two to kiss. well, maybe if you two had kissed before. the most you'd ever done was hug, and even that was a half-assed sideways hug around the waist.

you were more than aware of the speculation online. people wondering if the two of you had just been taking it really slow, or if you'd broken up. thing is, you and keigo never even bothered to make it that far.

it was friendly between the two of you, warm enough that you could pretend to be madly in love for just a little while. it had gotten a little weird recently, seeing as the two of you were away on business for some fancy gala keigo was forced into attending.

and you were his trophy girlfriend, so it meant you had to stumble along behind him.

your hands fiddled with the fabric of your dress, before reaching up into your hair and twirling it around your finger. you could feel keigo's eyes on you, following your movements.

he licked his lips, and looked around, surveying the room. he then turns back to you and bumps your shoulder with his.

"wanna head back? this place is boring," he drawls, stretching his arms above his head.

you look at him, trying to understand the hidden meaning in his words. keigo was good with emotions though, and even better at covering things up. but, instead of digging deep to decipher him, you take his hand and let him drag you out to the car park.

you collapse onto the bed in a heap of giggles and smiles, keigo at your side as the two of you talk mindlessly about anything that could come to mind.

at some point in the car, your tongue had grown loose, and you just couldn't shut up. you were all happy now that you were free of the near oppressive gaze of people at the gala.

keigo's hand falls on your thigh, warm and soft. it makes your skin buzz, molecules speeding up and brushing together at such high speeds you feel like you might combust.

the silence between the two of you tightens, and his hand inches up. you breath catches in your throat, and you turn your head to face him only to find he's only looking at you.

his lips shine pink, glistening with saliva. you knew he was pretty, you knew everyone wanted him and yet you had him. not by choice, but you had him.

and now he wants you.

his hand slips further up, pushing up your dress along with it. you whimper, the noise gets caught between your lips. he hovers over you.

"tell me to stop and a i will," he whispers

you stay silent, and swallow hard.

keigo pushes your dress up to your abdomen, and rubs circles into your stomach. it soothes your tense muscles, and your head tips back. he leans down and presses a kiss to your stomach before dipping lower.

his thumb rubs at your clit through the fabric of your underwear. a mewling moan catches in your throat.

"god," you choke, nails digging into his back. after a few circles at his clit, he pulls your panties down, and then buries his nose in them. a small groan rips from him.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted this," he rasps, before burying his face into your heat. his tongue licks long stripes up your puffy cunt, and you twitch and squirm when the slick of your juices and his spit mix and smear on your thighs.

his hands grip your thighs, squeezing at plush skin before propping them up, spreading you a little further. he licks deeper, his tongue reaching spots you didn't know he could even hit. he eats at you almost desperately.

keigo's a quick learner. he knows what makes you moan, and what makes you whine. he's attentiveness and observation are what makes him a good lover.

he's quick with his tongue too. when he's not plunged into you, his tongue is swirling around your clit, teeth scraping at every bump and shift and jostling your bundle of nerves.

you cum with a scream, his tongue giving one last swipe to your clit, making your back arch off the bed and your lips part in a gasp. "keigo!" you squeal, eyes squeezing shut.

he sits up, but the absence of his tongue is quickly replaced by the stretch of his two fingers. he gently inserts them, palm up, as he leans up to press his lips to yours.

you can taste yourself on his lips, tangy and sweet at the same time.

his fingers move just as quick as his tongue, curling up into you with ease, even though the tightness of your cunt restrictions him. his nails, blunt, still press into the flesh of your insides, with make you shiver.

"oh fuck," you groan, reaching up and pulling at his neck. you press your lips together, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hands reach up from his neck to his hair. his fingers hook and curl deep inside you, making you scream.

a gush of fluids spill out of you, squirting up against keigo's palm. he laughs against your lips, and presses one more chaste one against you before dipping down and licking up all your juices.

he licks at his palm, and your thighs, and lastly your pussy. you tremble, hands curling in his hair, pushing him further into your cunt.

"fuck me, keigo, please," you beg, hips rollilng up against him.

he laughs, the vibrations and rumble of his chuckle sparking up into your core. your legs shake with the aftershocks.

keigo sits up on his knees and pulls you up by your hips. your ankles cross behind his neck, legs squeezing his shoulders and neck. he unbuckles himself, shoving down his pants and boxers.

his dick is hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. it's a flushed pink, just as long as the outline you'd caught yourself staring at more than once.

you practically drool upon seeing it.

keigo wastes no time, using the mix of your slick, his spit, and your cum to lube his dick. he spreads the juices along his shaft, pumping himself close.

you reach over, interlocking your hands. "please, just put it in me. i don't even care where you cum, i just need it."

"anything for you, pretty girl," he mumbles, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

he shoves into you, just like you asked him. he's careful with this though. just as quick and strong, but deliberate. he knows where to reach and what spot to hit to make you come quick and hard repeatedly.

"ah, ah, ah!" you cry out, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth.

"i'm close," he warns, the snap of his hips against your ass fillilng the room. he holds your legs tight, face twisting up in pleasure as you squeeze down on his cock.

you scream, raising your hand and clamping down on your flesh to bite back the sounds of pleasure erupting from you. keigo pulls out, slick dripping from your hole and spreading your legs.

he pumps at his dick, pulling down the breast of your dress and giving four long strokes to his dick.

keigo's cum spurts out onto your chest, glistening on your chest along with beads of sweat. you pant, chest heaving as his seed spills down your breasts, painting you a milky white.

his hand catches the frame of the bed, just so he doesn't fall ontop of you. his legs straddle your waist and your hands come up to rest on his hips.

keigo lets out a gasp of a breath. "i...i hope this isn't a one time thing."

you sigh.

"me too."

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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SPEND THE NIGHT !

A GOJO SATORU STORY

second chance trope !

kinktober day two !

masterlist <3

subby gojo, not explicitly stated but this is compliant with canon in terms of jujutsu and such.

word count: 2204

"this is so stupid, shoko," you argue, staring at your reflection, as she flutters around you, "i don't know why i let you talk me into this."

she rolls her eyes, mumbling through the cigarette sitting between her lips, "yeah, yeah, whatever. you've been such a grump, you need some dick anyway."

you scoff, and whirl around. shoko stands unimpressed, scissors raised to cut the tags off your brand new dress. "excuse me?"

"you're proving my point," shoko clicks her tongue, and spins your body back around. "can you just fuck a guy and dump him? it isn't that deep."

you blush, crossing your arms. "this is demeaning."

"it's helpful," shoko corrects, before straightening and brandishing her arms as if you were a shiny new toy. you glare at her from the mirror. she sighs, and rests her chin on your shoulder. "please, just, try and de-stress. dick or no dick, i think meeting some new people could help you. the organization i went through said all blind dates are optional. you can leave whenever you'd like."

you rub your temple. "you show a weird way of caring for me, you know that, right?"

she gives you a lazy grin. "yeah, but it's funny, so why not?"

you give shoko a small shove with a huff, before actually looking at yourself in the mirror. she'd done good. a small black mini dress, fancy enough for dinner, sexy enough for a late-night fuck. still, you grab a white cardigan from your closet and pull it over.

"now," shoko says, "if he doesn't fuck you, i certainly will."

"you're crazy," you retort, "go heal a patient or something."

"you love me."

"uh-huh, sure."

and despite what you said, you found yourself giggling in anticipation as you sit down at the nice dinner. your cheeks have found a heated blush, wondering who your stranger was. shoko had arranged most of it, you'd just told her your type of man.

the restaurant was nice, classy with soft music playing over a good sound system. perfect place for a first date, if you do say so yourself.

you're in the middle of inspecting the menu, when a body slides into the booth next to you. you lower the menu, only for it to fall right into your lap with your shock.

it's clear the man on the other end had not gotten a proper look at you, considering the menu, but he didn't need to. recognition flashed in his eyes, and you knew you were fucked.

satoru stares at you, his eyes bright behind his glasses, white hair falling across his face. he was still just as beautiful as you last saw him, and looked like just as much of a dick as before too.

"absolutely not," you scoff, and begin to stand, throwing your purse over your shoulder.

he fumbles for a second, tripping over his words, before he finally manages to latch onto your wrist. "wait," he manages, "i..i didn't know, i swear."

you pull your arm back, holding it to your chest. "cool, didn't ask. now, i'm going."

you only make it halfway out of your seat by the time he's blocking your side of the booth, something akin to desperation shining in his eyes. "please," he whispers, "give me a chance."

you scowl. "to do what? fuck me over for some stupid curse again? no thanks."

he shakes his head. "i messed up, i know. please, let me show you i'm better."

"what makes you think you deserve a second chance?" you spit.

he stays silent.

"please," he tries again. his wonderful eyes shine with deep sincerity, depths of blue pools that you find yourself falling so hard into you may not be able to crawl back out of.

and that's how you got here, sitting on a bed in a cheap motel, waiting for satoru to finish payment on the room. your sweater had been disregarded on the chair along with your purse and your heels scattered across the carpeted floor.

the room smelled of stale beer and sex, but that didn't matter much to you right now. what mattered were the heated words satoru had whispered to you after dinner.

"i need you," he'd borderlined whimpered, and next thing you knew you found yourself in front of some silly motel with his arm around your waist, awaiting your answer.

could anyone really blame you for saying yes?

the door closes with a soft click, and satoru rounds the corner. you quickly perk up on the bed, taking him in. his white blouse has been untucked from his black dress pants, and his blue tie hangs loosely around his neck.

a smirk grows on his lips, flashing a bit of his teeth, and you lean towards the end of the bed and reach for him.

grabbing onto the end of his tie, you pull him forward, the two of you falling back onto the bed into a pile of your giggles and his own laughter. his lips find yours, and suddenly three years worth of memories rush back to you.

he still tastes of the same gum he used to use, sugary and sweet, and absolutely devourable. you smile into the kiss, giving a playful tug to his tie, pushing his body even closer to yours.

satoru lets out a soft hiss of pleasure, hands running up and down your sides, massaging your tits through your dress. you groan, throwing your head back and revealing an expanse of smooth skin. satoru takes his chance immediately, biting down onto your neck, and sucking loving bites into your flesh.

you click your tongue, letting him suck a little, before pulling him back by the hair, earning a whine from him. he already looks drunk off you, lips red and cheeks flushed.

soft white lashes blink down at you confused.

"not tonight, baby," you grin, "it's my turn."

something flashes in his eyes, and you flip positions, pushing his back into the plush of the bed, straddling his hips. you can see the thoughts buzzing around in his mind. had he really never been a sub before? wow.

"i'll be gentle," you promise, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and feeling him shudder at your words. "just tell me what you want, baby."

"you," he answers shyly, "wanna feel you."

you smile, and let his words effect you. you were no stranger to satoru's shyer, softer side but it still hit the same as it did when you were eighteen. "of course," you say, "ill touch you all you want."

you press soft kisses to his neck, easing his tensed muscles, and slide his shirt off his chest. despite his abundance of strength, satoru kept a rather lithe figure. your hands run over his abs, and up to his pecs. you tweak and pinch, eliciting sweet moans from his lips.

he bucks against your core, trying so hard to be still and patient for you. "doing so good, 'toru, so good," you mumble, before licking one long stripe across his pec, and taking his small nipple into your mouth.

his back arches off the bed, lusting for more, more, more.

your warm hands caress his cold body, and his hands come to rest on your hips as a means of steadying himself. he was acting as if touching you was the only thing keeping him from floating off into his own mind, which it just might be.

"more," he begged, chin tilted up and his eyes screwed shut. "need you so bad."

you snicker and unbuckle his belt. he wastes no time in helping you peel off his pants and throw them to the floor beside you. you rest your heated core right above his throbbing dick and give slow soft rocks. the head of his dick hits your clit just right, which has you openly mewling into the heated air.

"such a good boy," you say, breath hitching in your throat, "so patient."

he nods, hand clasped over his mouth in order to not let out any more noises he must deem embarrassing.

once you got your high off that, you move a bit further down his thighs, feeling the muscle ripple and twitch beneath you. you cup his bulge, before dipping your fingers beneath the fabric of his boxers and pulling them off.

his cock is a pretty pale, with a pink flushed tip, leaking pre-cum over his stomach. twitching and aching to be touched. satoru bucks his hips up at the air, and you gently take him into your hands, giving slow strokes up and down.

you smear the precum gathering on his tip over his cock, moving your hands up and down in slow fluid movements. ocasionally, you'll bring your hand up and use your thumb and rub at his sensitive slit, making him whine near uncontrollably.

"faster," he pleas, crystal tears clinging to his lashes, "wanna cum so bad."

you sigh, feigning disappointment. "good boys wait to cum, satoru. don't rush me."

his eyes go wide, and he quickly shakes his head. "'m sorry, 'm not tryna rush you."

you beam, "there we go," you coo, taking immense pleasure in the way he writhed.

you lean down and give a kitten lick to satoru's slit. his reaction makes it all worth it, watching him nearly scream, pretty red lips parting as his back arches off the bed.

his hands fly to your hair, twirling locs around his fingers. you hum, sending vibrations down his shaft.

you give one long lick, before pulling back and using your added saliva to allow your hand to flow more smoothly up and down his dick.

your cunt throbbed, imagining that long length inside you, trying your hardest not to jump his bones in that moment.

it went on like that for a while. your hand would speed up, satoru would almost cum, and you'd rip away completely. it happened a few times till he finally broke.

tears stream down his pink cheeks, and he catches your hands, and you can see just how desperate he truly is. "please, let me cum. needa cum so bad."

you hum and press a kiss to his cheek. "only because you asked so nicely."

pulling your dress off, you groan when your tits finally bounce freely, and you slip your panties off. you take his length into your hands and rub his tip through your soaked folds. you hadn't bothered to prep, but you knew with how wet you were, it might as well be the same thing.

soft moans escape your lips, drowned out by his utter estascy upon feeling you again. "wanna go inside," he chants, drool clinging to the corners of his lips.

you laugh, and hover over him, aligning him with your hole.

slowly, you sink down, moaning and mewling the whole way down. "oh fuck, 'toru...i forgot how nice you felt."

his hands move from your hair to your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples, only adding to your pleasure as his tip finally breaches you and you've officially taken his full length without any struggle.

"fillin' me up so good, pretty," you whimper, slowly shifting your hips in a grinding motion. his tip hits your spot damn near perfectly, but what really gets you off is how badly he wants you.

his fingernails dig into your flesh, trying so hard to hold back from pounding into your pussy. still, he manages. "can i cum inside? please?" he cries.

"yes," you pant, as you begin to speed up, bouncing up and down on his cock. "i want all your cum."

"baby!" he shouts, his hoarse voice filling the air along with the sloppy sounds of your slick sticking to his skin. "can't last long, not after that. please..."

he doesn't want to cum before you. what a gentleman.

you speed up to an excruciating pace. your thighs burn, but you're oh so close and so is he. you almost never want to stop. you want to feel him in you forever, take pleasure in all his reactions.

"'gonna cum 'toru!" you squeal, gritting your teeth.

"cum with me, baby," he says, lifting his torso up to meet your lips in a kiss.

there's so much going on, with his cock hitting you perfectly, to his hands massaging your breasts, to his mouth on yours. you can't handle it.

"fuck!" you shout, cumming hard on his cock. after shocks shudder through your body, and the force of you cumming is enough to send satoru over the edge too.

he falls limp, panting as his cheek rests on your shoulder, his seed filling you up and spilling out of you all at once.

your hand reaches up and curls in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently.

"you were so perfect," you whisper, and satoru whines.

the next morning, when satoru wakes up, you're gone. the only sign you were ever there was the pool of water in the bottom of the shower, and the lipstick smudges on the white pillow cases.

oh, and maybe the note you'd left on the nightstand. scribbled down was your new number, and a small message saying, 'call me!'

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER W/ TAROUSBABY

my very first kinktober!! or well, my warped version of it. i've always wanted to participate in one of these but i knew damn well i wouldn't be writing decent enough masterpieces every day, so i have them every few days! i hope you all enjoy too! it isn't really a kinktober, more like a tropetober but there's smut in everything but...i tried so lol

ONE FOR ME ! - OCTOBER FIFTH

kageyama tobio

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining

tags: best friends brother trope, pwp, one-night stand

SPEND THE NIGHT ! - OCTOBER NINTH

gojo satoru

years after a huge blowout between you and your high school boyfriend, you run into him again on a blind date, and decide to take that second chance.

tags: second chance trope, pwp, blind dates, lovers to enemies to lovers

I CAN HEAR THE BELLS ! - OCTOBER TWELFTH

getou suguru

on your big day, your best friend suguru tells you three different reasons why he should be your husband instead and why the runaway bride scenario is just so appealing.

tags: wedding fever trope, pwp, friends to lovers, arranged marriage

LOVING YOU IN SECRECY ! - OCTOBER SIXTEENTH

takami keigo

tags: fake relationship, pwp, forced proximity

NINE TO FIVE ! - OCTOBER TWENTIETH

toji fushiguro

in your line of work, you'd only heard bad things about the sorcerer killer but after a particular boss had hired you both, you quickly found out all the secret pleasures he kept hidden.

tags: work colleagues, pwp, rumors, public

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! - OCTOBER TWENTY-FOURTH

miya atsumu

you never liked atsumu, he was always the most obnoxious out of your old volleyball friends but after a get together, you soon find that your hate was misplaced.

tags: enemies to lovers, pwp, hate fuck

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #rintarousgirl #tarousbaby #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut #fluff

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tarousbaby · 1 year ago

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masterlist --

fandoms i write for:

haikyuu (aged-up/adult)

jjk (adults)

bnha (adults)

genshin impact (adults)

aot (s4/adults)

willing to do:

threesomes/groups, edging, degradation, praise, dom/sub, mommy/daddy, hair-pulling, dirty talk, toys, public, rough, choking, aftercare, and more i'm not currently thinking of. overall, i'm pretty flexible.

headcanons, drabbles, one-shots, two-shots. series will be limited things if i feel like i need more than two posts to sum up a story. i will also be doing a k1nktober type of thing on october!

HAIKYUU:

Oikawa Tooru -

fav. positions

Suna Rintarou -

fav. positions

Hanamaki Takahiro -

fav. positions

Bokuto Koutarou -

Kuroo Tetsuroo -

fav. positions

Matsukawa Issei -

fav. positions

Miya Osamu -

fav. positions

Miya Atsumu -

fav. positions

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST <<

#tarousbaby #rintarousgirl #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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rintarousgirl · 1 year ago

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It is a FACT all men have FLAT chest

it is CANON toji is a man.

it is CANON toji has a FLAT chest.

when..when did i say he didn’t what 😭

#rintarousgirl #tarousbaby #💕: real talk w/ ren

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rintarousgirl · 1 year ago

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kiss me better, baby - an atsumu miya two-shot

PART ONE - MASTERLIST

synopsis -

you and atsumu had been living together happily after your marriage, but after conflicting work schedules and bottled-up feelings, the two of you break into a heated argument. now, it's up to the two of you to mend it, maybe with a kiss? | tags: lack of communication, angst, making up, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship.

a/n: for my more dedicated followers (and those of you who simply are curious) i now have a nsfw blog so this blog is now strictly sfw! ofc, i will still post some suggestive stuff but for nsfw requests and works go to @tarousbaby!

"you look horrible," osamu drawls from the foot of the couch, eyebrows raised. you scoff, shifting so you're upright as you wipe at your red and splotchy face.

"thanks," you mutter, "you're quite the charmer."

osamu rolls his eyes, moving around the couch to sit beside you. he picks up your legs, dropping them back down into his lap as you huff. "why're you here? have you come to apologize on your brother's behalf?" you grumble, resting your cheek against the couch.

it'd been a week, and you'd been so down that you'd called sick out of work. you'd changed maybe once in the past seven days, and you're sure you stink. your shirt has a stain on it, and your hairs a rats nest but you couldn't find it in you to care. there wasn't anybody for you to bother looking pretty for.

"'tsumu told me what happened," he explains, rubbing small circles into your ankle, "though I'd like to hear your side of the story too. i don't trust half of what he says when he's angry."

you frown. you knew atsumu had a bad habit of blowing things out of proportion or simply not caring about them enough that he undermines them. it makes you wonder what story he'd spun for his twin.

"what'd he say?" you ask first, your shoulders hunching a little.

osamu clicks his tongue. "ah, ah, your story first remember? after, i'll make you something to eat, 'kay?"

you nod, partially enticed by the idea of osamu's cooking. falling back into the plush of the couch (which still smelled like his cologne) you begin to share what had occured that night and the events that led up to it.

you watch as osamu connects pieces of your story to atsumu's, and where he finds gaps too. you see his thoughts clear as day on his face, and moments where he judges you and then atsumu as well. at least it was good to know he had a fairly neutral opinion.

you finish of your long rant with a simple question, "where is he now?"

"my place, doing pretty much the same thing you are. he skipped practice too, multiple times. hinata came over once, but atsumu's kind of shutting people out so he left fairly quickly."

something in you aches, and for a moment, there's nothing you want to do more than break down the door and hold him close and beg him to apologize so the two of you could get over this. atsumu's sweet stubborn heart wouldn't let anyone in but osamu, and hopefully you.

but he'd also treated your insecurities as if they were nothing. he pretty much ignored you throughout the day. and when you'd confronted him about it, he'd blown you off. you shouldn't feel bad that he's wallowing in his own self-pity without you, but you do.

osamu stands, reaching above his head to crack his back. it pops, and you follow him as he makes his way to the kitchen. "is he okay?" you find yourself asking to which osamu chuckles.

"he's fine, just pouting. he'll get over it eventually and worm his way back to you," he says whilst rummaging through your cabinets. he finds a few boxes of rice, before turning to your fridge, "you shouldn't do the same. you have a life, a job. he can miss a few practices; you can't miss work."

he's right, and you know it. in the pocket of your sweats, you phone buzzes. probably another text from your co-workers wishing you a swift recovery.

"am i not allowed to be upset over my stupid husband?" you shoot back, despite it all.

osamu hums, and takes a very long very noticeable look at your barren ring finger. "do you still consider him your husband even?"

after that, you can't even find the words to reply.

☆ - - -

going back to work wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. it was easy for you to slip back into a routine, it kept your mind of atsumu.

so, for the next week, you went on with your life. you ignored how empty your hand felt without the comforting pressure of your ring, and how much you missed atsumu's arms around your waist at night.

it was almost easy to forget he existed but then you could look around, see your wedding pictures framed on the walls, smell his cologne on your sheets, see his laundry baskets in the basement.

it made you sick. sick with how much you missed him, and sick with how much you never wanted to see him again.

you'd spent too many nights curled in on yourself in bed, his cologne on your pillow, spotted with your tears.

you wake up one night to a knock on your front door. sitting up blearily from the couch, you rub at your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face. the clock reads 11:37. your tv is still on, some animal documentary lighting up your living room in blue light.

confusion settles in you along with a thick level of wariness. getting up, you try to keep your footsteps light as you approach the door. hovering your hand over the lock, you peek through the peephole and feel your heart skip a beat.

atsumu stands on your porch, hair wet with the rain outside and skin pale and clammy. he looks borderline hypothermic, but his cheeks are still flushed and pink. you stumble back from the door and stand there for a second, jaw dropped.

you move quickly to pull the door open, startling him as he jumps back. he blinks at you, and then he's crushing you.

his arms wrap around you, holding you close and tight and sweet. his face buries in your shoulder, and he lets out a weak pathetic sob into the fabric of your shirt. your hands twitch at your sides, unsure of what to do as he clings onto you.

swallowing a thick lump in your throat, your hands slowly reach up to rub up and down his spine in a comforting manner.

atsumu smells strongly of alcohol, thick and sour. it's clear he was drinking before coming home, and you weren't quite sure what to do. atsumu had never really been a drinker in your years together.

"'tsumu," you mumble, pushing him back lightly. he stumbles, looking at you like a hurt puppy. "let's go to the kitchen...i prefer you sober."

he follows you to the kitchen, struggling not to trip over his own two feet. you prepare him a glass of water and a bowl of food to eat. he digs in happily, small water droplets slipping down his chin.

you watch in silence as he eats, taking in his condition. he looked haggard, frozen, and just overall horrible. and despite all that, he was still just as beautiful as he was the day you married him.

sighing, you walk behind him, and pat his shoulders. "i'm going to set up the couch for you tonight. i don't want you going back out in that storm," he hums, looking up at you with tearful eyes.

“mkay,” he says, slurring his words. he stares up at you with an emotion you can’t quite place. without thinking, you reach out and stroke his cheek, pushing away wet hair that stuck to his face.

there aren’t any words said, but he leans into your touch. even drunk atsumu knew to look for you for safety.

you watch as he finishes his food, before scrambling to his feet to stumble over to the couch. you help him, supporting half his weight as he plops down onto the couch with a drawn out groan.

“thank you,” he says, a little more sober than he’d previously been, taking your hand. “i love you…”

your bottom lip trembles and you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. his eyes flutter before slipping shut as he falls into a deep sleep. “i love you too, ‘tsumu,” you choke, tears threatening to spill over.

you love him so much.

- - - ☆

you wake up before atsumu does, which you’re kind of relieved about. you were scared that if you slept in, he’d wake up and run back to osamu and you’d blow your chance at a healthy conversation with him.

when you walk into the living room, he’s tangled up in the blankets you’d given him. a small chuckle escapes your lips, and you grab some aspirin from the bathroom and place a glass of water on the coffee table for him.

turning to the kitchen, you begin breakfast. it was a saturday morning, which meant you fortunately didn’t have work. you remember reading somewhere that eggs were good for hangovers so you open your fridge and grab some from the cartridge.

atsumu wakes up not long after that, awoken by the smell of the sizzling eggs and bacon. he sits up with a groan, clutching his temple, and you quickly sprint over to close the curtains to block the sunlight.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you find yourself saying, the tease slipping off your tongue as easy as water. you catch yourself a second after, and bite your lip.

atsumu looks at you like he’s lost, hurt, and in pain all at the same time which he probably is. you give him what you hope is a comforting smile. “c’mon let’s talk over breakfast.”

you extend a hand to help him up which he takes hesitantly, leaning into you subconsciously. he slides into a bar seat, and you quickly tend to the food for a few minutes before plating it.

besides the stove top, the kettle hissed, letting you know the tea you’d begun to brew was finished. you pour him a cup to have with his food.

he takes it gratefully, but his eyes don't stray from your figure as you make your own plate. "y/n," he calls softly, pushing back his plate. he stands up with a sigh as you turn from the counter, and walks around so you're face to face, only three feet apart.

"i'm sorry," he whispers, "not just for this...for everything."

you watch in silence, swallowing the thick lump of emotion in your throat. he'd said it drunk, but it'd been easy to tell yourself he didn't really mean it then, no matter how much you wanted him to. now that it happened, it almost didn't feel real.

"are you? i mean, like, really?" you end up croaking, eyes darting to the ring glinting on his finger. he brings up his palm and places it over his heart.

"dead serious," he says, before taking your hand. his face falls when he notices the lack of ring, and he brings it up to his face to cup his cheek. he presses a kiss to the inside of your hand.

"i was so stupid, baby. i should've listened to you. i was stressed and couldn't think of anything but myself and that was so foolish of me. when i married you, i promised myself you would always be my first priority and i broke that promise. i am so, truly sorry, y/n."

his eyes are a bit red, but he doesn't cry, and there's a dimple in his chin as he tries to hold back his emotions. your heart breaks and shatters into little glass pieces, spilling out of you and crashing onto the floor.

"oh," you say softly, the wind having been stolen from your lungs. "i...i forgive you, 'tsumu..."

you take a step forward, and his face lights up. you lift your hand from his cheek, and he opens his arms for a hug.

bringing your hand down, you land a harsh smack onto his shoulder, the sound filling the room.

he winces, an immediate hand raising to clasp over his shoulder. "i deserved that," he laughs lightly, and you find yourself smiling back despite it all.

you crash into his arms, burying your nose into the fabric of his shirt.

his arms rub up and down your spine, squeezing you tight. "i promise i'll never disregard you again. i'll listen to everything you say, understand every insecurity. you are apart of me, baby, i wouldn't want to ever hurt you again."

"i love you," you whimper wetly into his shirt, "i always have."

"i know," he replies, "i love you too."

you look up at him and smile. he smiles back, sweet and soft and genuine, and you think it's the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen.

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