Recently, I’ve found out I can be naïve. I can’t wrap my mind around it, I’ve been thinking about it for hours now. Google search says its someone who is innocent or someone who lacks wisdom or experience. I guess I am.
I will be honest, I act tough a lot. I act tough and try to be confident but Im truthfully not. Sometimes I feel like Im an ENFP hiding in ENTJ clothing because of how I can be. I dont know if this even is a good thing. Is it good that Im naive???
All of these are things I hear whenever I look at an abstract piece of art. In fact it is all I hear when I come out with an abstract piece of art. Most people know me as a digital artist, more specifically a concept and design cartoony artist however I never really hide the fact that I also do traditional works of art. Now people ask why I never show my traditional work and that is a good question.
For a more levelled response, I always say that the reason I don’t is because of how little I do traditional art due to my busy schedule and it is true but it is not all of it. For an answer that peaks the mind of those hoping to know, I say it is because It’s not my typically marketable art where every look of my work is digestible and easy to understand from the colour choice to the shape of the design. For the truth, it is because abstract art for me is quite a personal experience. I only ever say that I am a concept and design artist that uses the digital medium because to me, no one particularly cares for my more personal pieces though I know some artists will call me out for not seeing the content I post as personal or as fondly as I do my traditional pieces but even if I were to be scolded, that’s how I am. My digital art is still dear to me but it is specifically designed with the goal of it being profitable. I have personally made pieces that are close to my heart through the digital medium but it never caters to me alone.
“BUT YOU SHOULD MAKE ART FOR YOURSELF! AND NOT FOR AN AUDIENCE!”
I can hear you. I know this, and of course I understand this concept but I am planning to use my skill for a career. It is actually impossible to make art for yourself alone in the industry I'm hoping to get into and it is absolutely not the art industry.
Now that all of the nagging is out, I want to preface by saying that abstract art for me does not have to be cohesive and it does not have to look like anything. My life has been carefully planned, curated, scheduled, and the only sense of freedom I get is through the traditional medium because no matter how many times I work with such a medium, I never fail to fail. I keep making the mistakes that humbles me.
Abstract traditional art to me is a child. It is a toddler and it is frustrating. It is so hard to understand because it just cries out but never tells me what it really wants, what it needs. It doesn’t let me look away, it keeps me on my toes and keeps me focused on what it’ll do next. It is a running child in a field of flowers. However, every step it takes is beautiful. Every cry and every demand leads me somewhere more breathtaking than the last. It makes me chase its unpredictable path and instead of getting to the destination it allows me to appreciate the road I'm taking. In short, abstract traditional art to me, despite its controversial properties, is the scenic route. I am able to make a cohesive fully planned out painting but arriving at the destination will not feel worth it at all. It is rewarding, but it only rewards me with gold and silver, never wildflowers and a view of the horizon.
As an artist, there will never be anything more rewarding than a view of the world you only ever hope to interpret, to understand, to enjoy.
I know we often see blogs with the achievements they wanna do this year and it’s so cheesy, but I wanna preface by saying that I have always been so intimidated by these people because they always listed down the biggest tasks such as saving up a lot of money, losing a lot of weight, meanwhile normal people know that it is much easier to save up a lot of weight and lose a lot of money.
So, I wanted to lay down some actual challenging yet also achievable goals. Some of these goals can be very specific but…this is also kind of my list in my own blog.
Start and finish a commonplace book/journal
I'm not a consistent person when it comes to making journals, however I have been trying to put myself into a state of mind where I start reading again. It’s a lot for me to even start reading again because I’ve just been so busy with life to the point, I find it pointless to even start a book because every few minutes I just stand up and do something else.
I'm the type of person who binge reads and binge journals. I put all my time and all my effort in a specific time slot to get myself situated and ready to create/read something, but when you’re a core member/facilitator/big sister/daughter of a disabled mother/honour roll student, you don’t really get that luxury of being able to just sit down. I find it really hard to spend time on myself, in fact that’s why I’m even considering going back to blogging on a regular weekly basis. I wanna finish something and be proud of it.
Focus more on my studies
Has anyone ever heard of the saying “don’t let schooling get in the way of your education”? Because if you have, chances are…you already know what I’m going to say. From personal experience, I find that school is a great way of introducing me to a topic, however it is not a good way for me to learn. I learn a lot more by self study and by interactions with other people. I have focused a lot on my school life and it has gotten in the way of things that I really like pursuing such as learning about economics, practising art anatomy, and teaching myself how to become a leader. All of these things, I often study and actively try to teach myself but due to the large amount of academic and school works, it has become quite a bother on my own education.
In this year, I wanna focus on self growth, thus I’m making room for self-education. I'm going to lessen some work load on my hands, if a project no longer feels like it's a good idea, then I’ll simply leave it. This year, I want good results, if not better.
Table at a convention
Tabling at a convention with my products, my art, and all that jazz…it has been a dream of mine ever since I stepped foot inside a convention hall. My very first con, I told my friend that we should get a table and sell at a convention hall. I feel like I’ve grown much as an artist, and though I know I still have plenty to learn, I think it would be about time for me to get in there.
Though I do a lot of illustrations and cute drawings, I also sell other stuff like earrings and bracelets! I have a few ideas on what to sell and I’ll even make a product list if anyone asks for it, but essentially…I just have a lot of stuff to sell aka I have a lot of things I need to get rid of. I would love to do a table this year, and I would be down to participate in anything like that.
Build myself a LookBook
I have always been a big fashion person and I have gone through a lot of phases with my style, however ever since I started going to the thrift market and referencing a ton of “clean girl” looks, I’ve realised a big part of my style revolves on that fact that I might be someone’s grandma.
I wanna make myself a LookBook aka I have to face my fear of taking pictures in public and actually take photos of myself. I wanna really hammer it into myself that I’m going to have to start accepting that I look like what I look like. This is a big project for me to finally start practising my body neutrality and to find a lot of peace in how I'm perceived.
Get my average higher
So…technically speaking, my average is already high. In fact my average is 1.2 during my last two semesters, and in our grading system…the total 100 perfect is a Flat 1. So to be complete about it, my grades are not bad at all. However, due to a mistake in my last sem…I got a 1.35 average and to me this was an atrocity. I would not honestly let that slide, if not for the fact that I worked hard to fix that grade, I worked perfectly. Day and Night, I did so the fact that I didn’t get the grade I wanted, it made me see red.
So this year, to rectify my mistake, I’ve taken it upon myself to actually try. To study and to submit all of my work properly. I could not risk it again and I will certainly never do so again, so this is to hoping I get a really high grade soon
After all those resolutions, this year my main goal is to be a better version. I think almost everyone always wants that, to just be a better person. To get better, to do better, to be better. It’s so easy to say and to put into a mantra but being better just takes so much hard work that when you do try to be a better person, everyone seems to try to mess you up.
But that is what life is about and I want to enjoy it while I’m in my prime. I’m only 19 and I’ll be 20 this year. I wanna show who I can be, I wanna show everyone what I can be. I know this year will be tough, but when was any year ever any easier?
I love this account though I dont post often, but I have a shit ton of stuff to download and fix on my device for my academic stuff which is why I might leave this account a little but I will still do my best to post and update. I’ll miss you 3x3 flowers account uwu
“Daichi, not here” You whimpered as her felt up under your skirt.
He gave your ass a squeeze, “C’mon, baby, doesn’t make you excited? The thought of them finding you liked this. You asked for it, they’re gonna see how needy you are”
(sorry if I'm spamming or anything, I just love these stupid demons boys too much)
But IMAGINE a virgin/little experienced Levi. You dressed up in a cosplay for him to take some pictures with, and he's totally not trying to hide a boner the whole time. Then after you change out you go to take a shower and give him all the clothes back, and whoops your underwear was also in the pile.
Poor boy goes RED when he finds it. He's stammering between should he give it back, or it's just like some anime he saw and he needs to smell it, just once, for science right?
Before he knows it he's jerking off to/with it. He's degrading himself for being so perverted and a gross otaku. His cocks are leaking all over the fabric when he comes in it.
Maybe you'll walk in to ask about the pictures and catch him like that. He's muttering apologies, but his hands are still moving. You just have to give the poor baby some help~
No don’t worry I absolutely love hearing others thoughts on the boys! As long as you don’t mind me adding on to them ksksk Virgin!Levi lives in my head rent free omggggg
Reader is mentioned in a skirt but no pronouns used or genitals described
Leviathan thought all his dreams came true the day you agreed to dress up and actually go to a convention with him, just a local one held here in the Devildom but he didn’t care because he had you going with him. You dressed as one of your favorite characters, in an outfit that hugged all of your curves and a skirt that barely covered your ass and swayed with each movement of your hips. Levi felt his pants growing tight before you guys even left his room.
The two of you spent the entire day running around together, taking pictures every chance you got, poor Levi constantly trying to readjust and hide his growing erection while you were blissfully unaware of his predicament. He dreaded seeing these photos later because he knew his face was bright red in most of them and he was almost positive there was one picture where his bulge was painfully obvious.
The two of you headed home, you undressed and went to return the outfit to Levi who was unusually quiet. You assumed he was just exhausted from being social all day and didn’t mention it. In reality Levi was trying to focus on your words and not how gorgeous you looked in your sleepwear, your after shower glow making his head spin even more.
Leviathan takes the clothes and goes to put them away to be washed later, turning back towards his computer he notices a piece he had dropped, he picks it up and freezes, nearly dropping it again. This wasn’t part of your cosplay. That’s your underwear. His heart races and he’s immediately panicking about what to do. Part of him knows he needs to return them but how?? He can’t just walk down the hall holding them and then give them back to you like no big deal. Maybe Asmo could or even Mammon in his own tsundere way, but him?? He could never.
The rest of his body has already decided how to handle the situation. His face is burning, palms are sweaty, his cocks are even harder than they were before. Is he really going to do this? Is he really that low and perverted? His cocks twitch as your scent hits his nose. Fuck.
Before he knows it Leviathan is in his bed, pants discarded, legs spread apart, the bottom of his shirt being held in his mouth so he can get a better view of what he’s doing, your underwear wrapped deliciously around his two cocks. He can barely think straight but flinches when his moans echo back to him.
What a fucking loser.
He lets out a whimper. His conscience is right, he is a loser. Laying here playing with himself and using your underwear to do so. He can’t help it though, when he finally unclenched his fist and took a good look at your underwear he had noticed the wet spot on the crotch. His brain had shut off as your scent filled his mind, he couldn’t stop himself. He had moaned and rubbed his face against the fabric, licking the wet spot and tasting the faint sweetness left behind. That’s how he ended up here in his bed.
His mind kept trying to torment him but Leviathan learned a long time ago that he loves to be degraded. You’re such a loser. What if they find out? What if they walk in on you?
Fuck what if you did find him like this?? What if you found him laying here pumping his cocks, your underwear rubbing up and down his shafts and him moaning your name. Would you call him a disgusting freak? Would you shame him for being so gross? The thought only turned him on more. Levi pumped faster while chasing his high, your faint scent mixing in the air with his, he tries to imagine what you would look like underneath him, he tries to imagine what you would sound like calling his name.
“Leviathan?”
Shit. That sounded too real…
His eyes fly open and find you standing over his bed. Leviathan is mortified, not only did you find him here masturbating with your underwear but now you know he really is a monster. He’d never shared with you that he had two dicks, he was too afraid of how you’d respond, but here he was. As terrified as he was Leviathan was still aroused by the situation, his cocks throbbing and leaking out a heavy amount of precum, only adding to his embarrassment. He waited for you to scream at him but instead watched you smirk.
“Who would’ve thought the shyest brother would have the most cock in the family.”
Fuck. Don’t do that. Don’t compliment him, he can’t take it. He knows you’ve seen his brothers, he knows you’ve had his brothers. Asmo can’t keep his mouth shut (or his legs for that matter), he’s smelt Mammon on you several times at breakfast, he’s heard the growls, grunts and moans coming from Beelzebub’s room while your own was empty. So if you sit here and praise him for his cocks he’s bound to cum and that’s not what he wants you to see. But you’re not making it easier to prevent.
You crawl on top of him, your hips hovering just above his own, and you caress his face. He lets out a strangled moan at your touch, his hand hasn’t stopped pumping the entire time but it stutters slightly. He’s completely helpless, looking up at you and hoping you give him more.
“Levi,” you say in an all too sultry voice. “You’re a virgin right?”
Yes, fuck yes. Shame him for it, please! Make fun of him for being the only virgin left in the house. He wants you to degrade him so badly, he wants to hear you call him a gross, perverted, virgin demon. He nods quickly, his mouth open just slightly and letting a high pitched whine escape. Your smirk turns into something more sinister and you lock your lips with his. He moans into your mouth while squeezing his eyes shut, bucking his hips into his hand and causing his leaking tips to brush against your ass. You pull back, face flushed but a confident look in your eyes.
can you just imagine waking up to Aomine or Kagami just basically growling cause their morning voice is just soo deep, no wonder you have all those ten pound pussy wrecking babies
i decided to do aomine since i’m always writing about kagami but—
warning: breeding, kids, pregnancy implications/mentions below the cut.
you can feel hands fluttering around your waist and you swat at them. you want to sleep in and not make dino nuggets for breakfast because it's the only thing your four year old will eat these days. but instead of a pouty, "mom!", you get a husky rumble, and a bunch of weight dropped on you all at once.
you groan, blinking your eyes open to the darkened room. the sun is barely up yet and your husband is grinning at you, rucking up your night dress steadily. you pout, clearly about to protest but aomine shakes his head.
"there's my girl," he says as he kisses your tummy and your hip.
"daiki," you whine, exasperated. "we were supposed to sleep in. get off me."
he laughs another deep sound before leaving your dress alone in favor of kissing your pouting mouth. "sorry, mama, couldn't help myself."
you huff, locking your lips with his despite yourself. if he's going t wake you up at the ass crack of dawn, you're sure as hell going to get the most of it. your husband grins, kissing you back with just as much ardor. you let him lick his way into the sensitive crevices of you mouth, pulling wobbly, wet sounds from the two of you as you work to do the same. when he finally pulls away, your breathing has ticked up, lips swollen just a tad.
"why'd you wake me up if all you were gonna do is tease me?" you ask, insistent upon being a brat as retribution for his disturbance of your slumber. aomine doesn't feel bad, not even a little, but you're efforts are very cute.
"we’re kidless for the weekend," he says, and there's that awful twinkle in his eye. the same twinkle that resulted in the two bundles of chaos that roam your house all hours of the day. "that means no snot nosed brats bustin' up in here whenever daddy's trying to cop a feel."
“uh huh,” you nod, “and this couldn’t wait until after the sun had risen, why?”
“mm,” he hums, knocking your thighs apart so he can fit himself between them. “i think this should be answer enough.”
his hips press into yours, pushing the hardness of his cock against the heat of your cunt. you groan, both out of want and exasperation, tired but you also know that opportunities must be taken when they arise. sex is hard with one kid, became even harder with two— but aomine’s sex drive has remained the same throughout.
“i’m not doing any of the work,” you say.
“of course not,” he agrees, pulling at your panties with nimble fingers. he kisses the insides of your thighs while he’s at it.
“and you owe me like six orgasms for this.”
“oh?” he rasps, indigo eyes blinking up at you. “guess i better get started then, huh?”
he wastes no time in bringing his mouth to your cunt, kissing your labia and cradling your thighs with his calloused hands. a flat tongue separates your labia and licks into you, stroking hot over your clit. you don’t even get to admonish him further because it feels that good; it’s been so long since you’ve gotten your pussy eaten.
“daiki,” you whimper, trembling after just a few minutes. it’s not fair how fast you find yourself teetering on the edge. “makin’ me come s’quick.”
“s’alright, mama. you can have as many as you want.”
it comes out slurred and muffled because aomine refuses to take his mouth of your pussy. not that you can be bothered, not when you’re putting a leg lock on his face as you cream on his tongue. maybe if you were more aware you’d have it in you to be embarrassed, but you can’t think and frankly, you just don’t care.
“five more, right?” your husband asks, shuffling himself out of his boxers.
“daiki.”
“five more, plus a baby?”
“daiki!”
he knows, he knows. junior’s not even two yet. but as he works the tip into your cunt, listens to you gasp and whine, feels you clench and claw at his skin — he also knows he’s not pulling out.
Hi! What do you think body worship during sex would be like with Murasakibara? Would he do it instinctively or have to be told that’s something you’re in to.
YES
I think it’s safe to say that we know Atsushi is an indulgent fellow. This extends to his habits in bed too. He sees your body as the purest and most delectable treat, and I don’t think he needs to be told you’re into it. I think his instincts are to love and care for and taste and savor.
It would be slow and sensual and so so so satisfying. Big hands sliding up and down your body, squeezing and kneading and gently groping. Open mouthed kisses on your skin, with a gentle, slurping, lapping tongue. 🥰 He’s good at body worship.
Daiki Aomine is the kind of guy to tell his significant other to “get off my ass”. All the time.
But the second his significant other is like, “okay, you figure it out then,” he back tracks so frickin fast because homie is a low key stage 5 clinger and wants you to fuss over him constantly.
I think Murasakibara would be first to get pussy drunk. It would just be another snack to him and we all know how much he loves snacks. He would leave his S/O way beyond overstimulated 😂.
He’s big- so fucking big, in every sense of the word. Atsushi dwarves you, the width of his shoulders easily doubles yours, and your legs, slung over these broad shoulders, are spread apart nearly uncomfortably. It almost hurts how spread open you are.
The soft, wet, velvet strokes of his tongue against your folds makes up for any discomfort, though. And the lewd slurping noises coming from your giant, purple-haired boyfriend, only make you wetter.
Atsushi thinks your pussy is the most delectable treat he’s ever feasted on. His tongue widely laps at your folds, the tip of it tensing as it nudges your clit, which makes your thighs clench and soft, broken whimpers fall from your mouth. Your taste explodes across his tongue, addicting and invigorating.
His tongue tingles, he salivates more than he had been up to that point.
“So-Good-,” he huffs out in a shaky voice, lips moving against your folds so softly that it sends another shiver up your spine.
Helpless, you tug on his hair, hand sliding through the beautiful lilac locks and tugging hard enough to elicit a soft whimper from your big boyfriend. He starts pressing his hips forward, rutting his rock hard cock into the plush mattress and making the bed groan in the process.
He’s been between your thighs for longer than you can keep track of. Remnants of your previous three orgasms shine on Atsushi’s chin and your thighs and have absorbed into the sheets below.
“A-Atsu…sh-shi…” you whimper out brokenly, shaking as pain tugs on the periphery of your pleasure, as your nerves start throbbing from overstimulation.
“Mmm?” He mumbles, pulling off your cunt. His brain is foggy and it shows in his eyes. They’re dark, almost like he’s drunk. Any reaction from him is sluggish, like he’s moving through jello with lead legs.
“Hurts…”
A smile unfurls across his lips slowly, lazily. He licks the slick around his lips, looking back down at your pink, quivering, gushy pussy.
“One more,” he slurs, leaning back down to make you cum one more time.
For the fourth time today you feel Atsushi push you back onto the bed tongue in your pussy lapping at your folds, eyes watching your teary ones dark almost as if he’s drunk of your taste and juices. His pale, large, veiny hands contrast to your melanin skin starkly as he grips you pulling you closer spreading your trembling legs almost impossibly wider.
He grins into your cunt groaning as he feels it tighten around his younger once more indicating your on coming orgasm. He licks deeper hitting that spot inside you only he knows before going up and sucking your clit harshly.
Your legs tremble as you squirt into his mouth as you cry out sobbing from over stimulation.
“ Shit, that’s a good fucking pussy ” he mutters before latching back on to continue his meal.
You whimper softly while threading your hands through long purple hair try to push away the wet over stimulating feeling of his long tongue only to feel a smack on your right thigh and be pulled in even closer. Atsushi looks up at you with half lidded eyes, unlatching from your mound.
“S’too much ” you sob tears running down your cheeks face unnaturally red and hair sticking up in every direction. Your bite your lip when he nips your thighs sucking more hickeys into them.
“ Just one more sweets, c’mon be good ” he said taking a hairband of your wrist as you listened to him. Your eyes widened before you felt your face heat up more as he tied long purple hair into a ponytail.
Now you knew he wasn’t stopping
You whimpered before yelping as he pushed your legs up to your chest and devoured to his hearts content. He grabbed your small hands into his and held them as you moaned and screamed. Screw snacks your his favorite thing to eat.
murasakibara atsushi x black coded reader (all can read)
request: Hiii I honestly was stalking ur entire page ❤️❤️ I was wondering if u can make a senecio with Muraskibara , this scenario can be like we are watching a movie any of ur choice,then things get a little heated😃👍
#!warnings: vulgar language, sexual intercourse (m x f), vaginal penetration, p in v, some praise, overstim, full nelson position, creampie, cockwarming towards the end — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
afab reader, gender neutral pronouns
word count: 1.2k
note: i’m in my murasakibara bag rn, send me thirsts cause he’s got me in a chokehold:0
tags: @sindinminpin + @tonaken + @misss-chrisss
for as long as you’d known him, atsushi could barely take your attention being on anything other than him. it was as though your very existence was meant strictly for him; to heed his every beck and call despite what you might want. you realized very quickly that his behaviour was akin to that of a small child, in need of constant care or something to keep him busy.
which is why you made every precaution necessary when he suggested binging a show you’d been bringing up—or at least you thought you did. your shelves were stocked up with everything you ever saw him eat or he ever mentioned liking. even your fridge was packed with all he could possibly devour over the course of several hours. for the first few episodes, it seemed to be going according to plan. his array of junk food helped him stay focused on the show and when it didn’t, it kept him busy at the very least.
but there was just no pleasing atsushi.
you blamed yourself for not feeding him in moderation, not that it mattered anyway. he managed to clear your cabinets and fridge in record time before unsurprisingly growing restless in his seat. he sighed audibly a number of times as an attempt to garner your attention, each louder than the last. but it was pointless and he was getting annoyed.
his second attempt was just as unlucky. a large, cold hand snaked its way through the blanket you’d been insistent on putting on the both of you. as soon as he came in contact with your thigh, far warmer much to his pleasure, you were slapping the back of his hand and pushing it away. he made a disapproving sound and slumped in his seat. finally, atsushi decided discretion was not going to yield positive results and large hands grabbed at your waist to pull you onto his lap.
“atsu-“
“m’cold,” he whined while nuzzling his face into your neck. “feel my hands, y/n.”
the shiver that racked through your body when he slipped his hands under your shirt effectively shut you up. he managed to pull you up against his chest, arms secure around your midsection as though you couldn’t possibly get any closer. there was nothing wrong with him holding you for warmth right? totally innocent, right?
wrong. his hands swiftly began fondling their way up to your chest and you couldn’t possibly defend his groping any longer.
“atsushiii, i thought you wanted to watch.” once he saw you’ve stopped the show entirely and turned towards him, he felt as though he had won.
“but it’s boring. can’t i feel on you instead?” he mumbled, nipping the sensitive spot on your neck.
the hitch in your breath only encouraged him as he continued decorating your skin with bites and hickeys. he ground you down on his growing bulge with no intentions to waste time. his fingers fumbled to pull your panties to the side all while freeing his member. before you could protest, though you both knew exactly how this night would end, atsushi effortlessly lifted you up and sat you down on his eager cock.
a whine rips from your throat, his tip prodding against your cervix and you swear you can barely breath. every gasp you take filled with nothing but him, crowding your lungs and your senses. nothing is clear except for the thought of atsushi, lucid amongst muddled matters of little significance.
he’d never been patient and the small amount of kindness he could’ve showed you was already spent allowing you to adjust, regardless of how short that time was. he acquired a bruising hold on your hips which he’d apologize for later on with takeout and aftercare. it was as though you weighed nothing when he lifted you up only to slam you back down on his length. your slick walls were forced to part for his shaft with each thrust, coating him in your juices.
“takin’ me so well,” he gruffed into your ear. “so tight ’n warm.”
your walls clutched around him, your moans became more breathy and high-pitched, and your toes curled; all telltale signs that you’re well on your way to a mind-numbing climax. as if he was purposefully looking to antagonize you, he slithered two fingers between your soft thighs and rubbed tight, maddening circles on your clit. a buzz shot up your abdomen to your throat. you wailed and gripped the blanket as though your life depended on it. and through it all, atsushi is chasing his own high. he isn’t sure he can take much more of your walls convulsing around him, plaguing his body with a weakness and inciting him to prolong the feeling all the same.
with a string of curses falling from his lips, he hooked his arms underneath your knees and pulled them back until they were knocking against your shoulder. his hands cupped the back of your head, forcing you to stretch further than you had before. the ache in your back was nonexistent when he began plowing into you from below. any restraint he possibly had left was no more while he fucked into you with reckless abandon.
a white ring adorned the base of his shaft, a mixture of his essence and your’s as you creamed around him for the nth time. your vision was blurry with tears and your entire body felt as though it’d been set ablaze. atsushi liked testing your limits, seeing how far you’d go before tapping out and begging him to stop. but this time, it was about him and despite you sobbing and the aching of your abused cunt, he needed his fill.
his movements faltered after some time however, hips stuttering with each stroke. his manhood throbbed inside you almost painfully and once you constricted around him again, he knew it was the end. his balls pinched and tightened as you milked him for all his worth and plenty more. he spurted white hot streaks deep inside you, painting your core and claiming you as his all over again. slowly, he thrust in and out of you until there was nothing else he could give you and came to a complete stop.
atsushi kept you sat on his lap and subsequently his cock, basking in the warmth you provided. he rubbed your thighs under the blanket, sure to be sore after he had his way with you, while you laid your head back on his shoulder to catch your breath. he’d shift under you every so often, just to feel you clench against him or hear your intoxicating mewls.
he thumbed at the play button on the remote despite your exhaustion. light, airy kisses were pressed against your neck; nearly causing you to melting into him a second time. whispered words of encouragements and confessions of love lead you to slumber. to be considerate for once, he shuts the tv off and lays the two of you down on the couch while still dormant inside your heat. nevertheless, atsushi begins seeing the appeal of spending hours in front of the tv, and even thinks he’ll start binging shows with you if this is what he has to look forward to.
ꕥ Synopsis : Your boyfriend annoys you so you run back to your ex for comfort - which happens to end up as more.
ꕥ Word count : 1.8k
ꕥ A/N : I wrote this a while ago and changed it up slightly for a request - but lets be real , who doesn’t wanna fuck Aomine ?
ꕥ TW : smut, ex fucking, cheating (sorry not sorry), make up sex, rough, dom! Aomine, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading + praise, orgasm denial (?), a whole lotta size kink , cervix fucking, choking, fingering, reader is kise’s gf - well not for long, after care/ fluff at the end ig idk, i think thats all, 18+
You walk into the gym after class, rolling your eyes at the swarms of girls crowding around your boyfriend. High pitched screams and annoying screeches, practically begging for pictures and his autograph.
Sitting down on the bench, you let out an annoyed sigh, watching him as he places his arms around and pulls them in tighter, the way he smiles and laughs as the camera flashes on and off.
You understand that your boyfriend is Ryota Kise, a famous model and on top of that a basketball player, but this shit gets old, especially when he doesn't even notice you exist until after he's done with his fangirls. You have been arguing a lot lately, and this just pushes you further away from him.
"Hey baby" Kise comes up to you and kisses you on the cheek, making you look up from your phone.
"Hey, done with the girls?" You roll your eyes, sarcastic and bitter tone rolling off your tongue.
"Yeah, they're like crazy over me, its sorta cool"
He laughs obliviously, making you bite the inside of your cheek in anger.
"Fuck off, Kise" You stand up, looking at him before grabbing your bag and making your way out the gym.
You hear protests of him from the hallway, telling you to wait up. However when you look behind for a second, you only see him get stopped in his tracks to take yet another picture, and he happily obliges.
Of course he does.
Turning back around, you run home and swing the door to your room open, quickly laying down and dropping head first into your pillow with a loud scream of frustration.
You get a notification from your phone, and you swipe up to check it,
Daiki <3
U ok? Saw u walk in all mad and shit lol
You laugh at the text, sitting up from the bed and leaning over closer to your window, flashing your neighbour and ex boyfriend a middle finger making him laugh.
He taps on the window and opens it and you do the same in return, knowing he wanted to say something.
"Pretty boy piss you off again?" He asks cockily, making a scoff escape your lips,
"Fuck you , Aomine" You say through the window, smiling sarcastically at him.
"Want me to come over?"
You sigh of relief, not thinking twice of your answer.
"Please do"
Aomine knows you better than anyone else, even though you two broke up a little while ago you still kept a close friendship. After all, you couldn't really hate each other as you're neighbours and also old childhood friends.
He shuts his window and you walk downstairs, letting him in after a quick knock. You gesture for him to come in and he does so, walking up the stairs behind you with a smirk.
You lay back down on the bed in your bedroom and he sits down on the chair near your desk, straddling it and placing his head on the back of it.
"What’d he do?"
Letting out a sigh, you peek your head up to look at him,
"He pick-"
He cuts you off before you could continue, rolling his eyes.
"Picked his bitches over you again, right?"
"Yeah, that"
He sits up from the chair and walks over to lay down next to you, propping his head on his arm while turning to his left.
"Why don't you just break up with him, Y/N ?"
You quickly turn to the side, watching Aomine's dark blue eyes glow as he scans your feature and licks his lips.
"I will, it's just complicated"
Aomine inches closer to your body, placing his head in the crook of your neck while wrapping his hands around you. Pulling him in closer, you run a hand through his hair with a small frown.
"You always say that" He mumbles, nuzzling his head closer into your chest.
You let out a soft "i know", letting out a small whimper when you feel him pull away making him smirk.
He sits up and lets his large body tower over yours, holding the weight of it in his arms while you look up from under him confused,
"Daiki, what are you doing?"
"Im tired of seeing you like this "
Before you could reply, he slowly inches down and places a hungry kiss to your lips. You let out a surprised gasp, however soon you gave in, wrapping your hands around his head and pulling him in closer. You deepen the kiss as your tongues tangle with each other tirelessly, barely taking any breaks for air in between.
He bites at your bottom lip before pulling away, making a soft moan leave your lips.
Speechless, you look up at him, his messy dark hair hanging loosely in front of his face, that damn smirk he always had whenever he watched you turn into a mess because of him so clearly visible.
You missed this sight so much, it made your body grow hotter while you remember all the good times you had with him. It's something you can't describe, his scent and the way he looks into your eyes with such hunger, it always made you weak.
"I want you" You let out a tired whisper, making him inch closer with a grin,
"What about Kise?" He mocks you, grinding his hardened clothed cock against your thigh.
Biting on your lip , you lower your eyes trying to avoid eye contact as your face turns redder,
"Aomine, please"
Smiling, he begins kissing down your neck, soft moans escaping your lips from under him as you arch your back against the bedsheets,
"Please what?" He bites down hard on your neck, making you let out a gasp, your eyes closing shut,
"F-fuck me "
With one of his large hands, he reaches around to cup your tits, massaging and pulling at your nipples between his index and thumb.
Your hand tangles in his hair, small gasps and moans filling the room.
He pauses and looks up before dipping a hand between your legs, pulling your skirt up and lowering his head.
He widens his eyes at the thin grey material covering your cunt, clearly soaked as the lighter colour turns darker. The sight made him chuckle to himself and looks up at your flustered expression.
"He's not fucking you right, is he?" He says as he slips your panties to the side and gathers up your slickness, sliding the two fingers between your lips.
You let out a whimper and shake your head no, making him lift an eyebrow as he plunges the long fingers into you and curls them.
You buck your hips against his hand, melting into his touch. He was the only one that can make you feel like this, and you knew it all too well.
"So desperate,"
"Aomine, fuck..." You moan out as he slowly starts moving his fingers in and out of you, curling them with each thrust at the exact angle to reach your g spot.
"Ah, i missed those pretty sounds.."
He picks up his pace, making your legs shake and your head dip further into the bed. He looks up at you, flashing you a proud smile while you slowly come undone for him.
"You've always been such a good girl for me, mm?" You roll your eyes back at his words, your stomach curling as you go to grab on his arm, dipping your nails into the flesh.
"Yes- Cum.. please can..i.." You mumble out, letting a loud whimper escape your lips when he lands a harsh blow to your thigh.
"FUCK"
"Hold it," He says, before pulling his fingers out and undoing his belt, something way bigger quickly replacing them.
He lines up his cock with your entrence, slowly pushing in as you struggle to take him. Hissing, you dip your nails into his back as he bottoms out and begins moving, the tip kissing your cervix.
Low grunts leave his lips as he begins thrusting in and out of you faster, feeling your little cunt tightening around him every time.
"S- too much- " You whine, feeling your legs start to shake.
"Fuck- take it like you always do yeah? like a good little slut~"
He loved to watch you roll your eyes back, pretty tear-filled eyes staring into his as you whine about how big he is. Watching how your makeup runs down your face as he ruins you and claims you as his once again.
You dig your nails into his back hard, not being able to control yourself anymore. You curse out cumming, yelling out his name while you squeeze down on him.
Groaning, he grabs your neck roughly and pushes you down into the mattress of the bed, his eyes filled with lust and anger.
"Didn't i tell you to fucking hold it?" He growls, not stopping for even a second. Instead, he began drilling his cock even deeper inside you, even harder.
Your mind goes blank as each stroke pushes harder into your cervix, rubbing and hitting against the right spot each time.
"I'm sorry- FUCK PLEASE let me cum" You cry out, chanting his name as you feel your second orgasm approaching.
"Already? Shit - Cum then"
"AOMINE" You bite down on your lip hard, widening your eyes while you feel your whole body shaking as you let go for the 2nd time.
His strokes become sloppier and he quickly follows up after you, groaning your name as he fills you with his cum without warning, sweat falling from his body. He gives you a quick peck before laying down next to you panting, his hand reaching around to cup your tear filled cheek.
You smile at him, staying silent for a while as you both catch your breath.
-
" You did so good for me - " He mumbles, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he cuddles up into you.
Giggling, you slowly pick up your phone, your smile slowly dropping as you see all the missed calls and text messages from Kise.
Aomine snickers, snatching the phone off you and snapping a picture of you two in bed. He presses send and you roll your eyes and shake your head, too tired to even react as you watch him giggling like a child and typing something.
He eventually gives it back, and you frown your eyebrows looking at the text message under the picture, your blurry vision slowly clearing up allowing you to read it :
- I win, again :) -
You let out a surprised gasp, laughing as you hit him in the chest repeatedly,
" You're such an asshole, didn't his team lose to yours last week as well ?"
He begins laughing louder, wheezing as he tries getting out his words,
" Yeah... they did..."
You pick your phone back up, blocking Kise's number as Aomine looks over your shoulder.
You turn back around, nuzzling into his chest while he runs a hand through your hair.
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