contains: 18+ content. almost public sex? on the train heheh. itās a hidden handjob basically. also donāt expect the commas to be used properly
BASED ON THIS - it is twt p*rn. minors please do not interact I am begging u
just a lil smth bc I cannot get him out of my head
Riding the train home with nanami after work was easily one of your favorite parts of the day. Seeing him in his office clothes and being able to sit beside him for a period of time while silently observing people as they settle into their nightly routines, was a way for both of you to recharge.
Today however, you both got off early and decided to take the earlier train. Not realizing it was rush hour, the amount of people in your normal carriage took you by surprise, and instead of your usual seats, you found yourselves pressed into a corner. Your back against his chest while one arm was wrapped around you.
In an attempt to not hit others, you were forced to keep shifting around, unintentionally brushing up against the bulge in his pants that was now growing more obvious by the minute. you felt a huff of air on your neck, followed by a quiet ācan you stop moving so muchā.
A whisper of an idea enters your head, so instead of replying, you press up against him again, and again, and each time you felt him exhale strongly against you.
ābaby. what do you think youāre doing?ā
you couldnāt reply this time, not without giving away what you had in mind.
it wasnāt everyday that you two tried somethingā¦ different. not that you were against it, he just always preferred the bedroom over anything else because then he would be able to treat you properly. but something new every once in a while wonāt hurtā¦ right?
you glanced at the people around you, double checking to save you both from the embarrassment if someone were to catch you. but all you were met with were faces turned towards phones and blank gazes staring out the windows.
With a burst of confidence, you discreetly shift your arm behind you. resting it in between your bodies before searching for the bulge that was pressing against you earlier.
His hold around you tightens as you lightly squeeze him through his pants. following his length, you move your hand up and down as you palm and play with him behind your back. you start to trail your fingers up, leaving behind feather light touches as you trace the outline on his pants. finding the tip, you start to brush your fingers over it in circles.
You twitch at the feeling of his hand against yours, and you slow down, taking it as a silent request for you to stop. But to your surprise, he guides you towards his zipper.
Your body reacts faster, and before you know it, a wave of heat travels down, stopping between your thighs as your mind struggles to comprehend what heās asking you to do.
Setting your gaze ahead, you open his zipper and reach for him through the gap, both of your breaths catching as soon as your skin makes contact. Your fingers continue to trail up his length, circling and rubbing the tip, and occasionally dipping lower under the head. Growing bolder, your hand starts to move faster and he has to fight back the urge to groan everytime the hem of your sweater brushes over his slit.
The feeling of his bare skin, his heavy breathing against your neck, and just the thought of what you were doing, especially getting caught with what you were doing made your body ten times hotter. resisting the urge to rub your thighs together, you channel your focus towards him, increasing the pressure and lengths of your strokes. you try your best to look as normal as possible, but itās getting harder to focus when your fingers start to increase their speed as you jerk him up and down.
You move your thumb to rub harshly over his slit, making his hips twitch and arms strain against you. you both still, hoping that no one would notice and thankful that it seemed normal enough to pass off as a balance check due to the trainās movement.
Breathing deeply, you feel his heartbeat against your back, which isnāt doing anything to help the slick thatās pooling between your legs. before youāre able to do anything else about it, the train announces that it will be pulling into the station soon. reluctantly, with one last squeeze of your fingers that has him inhaling through his teeth, you place him back into his pants as he closes the zipper.
You both shakily step off the train, legs tingly and mind reeling from what just happened. with your other hand in his, you finally look up as you walk out of the station, only to see him staring back at you with pupils blown wide. you swallow at the silent conversation, barely able to hold in your excitement for whatās about to happen once you get home.
I raise you: Underground fighter Geto. Bruised knuckles, split lip, feral stare in his eyes. I need him so bad
tw: fighting, blood, mentions of injuries, praise, cockwarming, mentions of Gojo.
wc: 2.4k
a/n: Ok, first of all anon I'm so sorry for taking this much time and second, I'm sorry too for making this so long sjdbjd
tagging: @ryugamii @milksuno @killuki
His big, rough hands covered in the typical white bandages to protect his knuckles, but at the same time stained with his opponent's dried blood. Each blow is harder than the other, muscles flexing every time he bends his arms to hit the occasional uppercut straight to the other's bruised chin. Between those bruised forearms and scarred fists when he gets into a blocking stance, you can see that wild look of determination overflowing his dark eyes.
His hair, the one he had arranged in a perfect bun at the beginning is now completely undone, letting the unruly locks fall over his shoulders and part of his back, sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face thanks to the uncomfortable sweat at the same time his cheeks were stained with a bright crimson color. Those soft, pink lips now marred by small cuts thanks to the hard punches, his left cheekbone somewhat swollen with a purple stain adorning it. The image of his heaving chest, rising and falling in a desperate attempt to bring air into his lungs is what gives it away.
A direct punch on his nose is what makes him stagger for a few seconds. The screams and your voice calling out his name are a very distant noise, feeling a small buzzing in his ears which makes him shake his head and blink a couple of times to come back to himself. He doesn't realize he is bleeding until he feels the familiar metallic taste of it invade his palate and the small red drops slide down his chin to touch the ground.
He looks utterly defeated, but he's not going to lose, especially not when his girl is in the front row witnessing it all. The euphoric cheers of encouragement from the crowd and your comforting face just on the other side of the circle of fences surrounding them, is what ignites that fiery flame in his chest and once again, the heat rushes through his entire body along with a sudden spark of adrenaline. It's as if a current of electricity runs down his entire spine, through his strong arms and into his nervous system, flowing through his veins all the way to his hands. He swore he didn't enjoy this, that it was just something to earn money to pay for college since he couldn't get a steady job, but the smile on his face at the exact moment his knuckles hit his opponent's cheek, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud echoing throughout the place, makes him realize that it's something that makes him feel completely alive.
His face lights up the moment he sees the referee bow to the other person lying only half a meter away, counting to three to finally approach Suguru and raise his arm in victory sign to which instinctively his face turns to see you with a warm smile. I win, is the last thing you see him mutter before disappearing into the wild crowd.
"Ouch." A pain-filled hiss fills the silence of the small room one of the leaders assigned to him so he could recuperate.
"Can you stay still? That's the third time you've moved." The annoyance in your voice is quite noticeable, accompanied by your furrowed brows.
"But it just hurts."
"No one told you to let him split your lip open."
"It was a direct hit, what was I supposed to dā" A small choked gasp escapes his throat the moment your fingers press the alcohol-soaked cotton back onto the bruised skin.
"Dodge it you idiotā You've been doing this for months, you're supposed to know what to do by now."
You can see his eyes drop to the floor. breaking the contact with your gaze. "Aren't you... Aren't you proud?"
You bite your lip in regret, had you been too harsh? "No, it's not that. Of course I'm proud, it's just thatā ugh, I just don't like seeing you all hurt... You look like you came back from the war." A snort of defeat escapes your mouth, looking around your surroundings until your gaze falls back on his unrivaled figure. Sitting on a small couch almost on its last moments, his body dressing only a pair of old, black shorts that he most likely stole from Satoru, the fact that he's not wearing a shirt lets you see the bruises adorning his abdomen and above his ribs while small scratches along his arms don't go unnoticed. "But I'm proud, I always will be."
The room fills with silence for a few moments until you hear that typical mocking laugh roll out from deep in his throat. Your face full of confusion is what makes him laugh even harder, the melodious sound reaches your ears but you can only find it irritating. "Of course I know you're proud, I just needed to hear you actually say it."
"You're insufferable."
"You still love me." You can see his eyebrows go down at the same time his eyes almost close completely as he smiles, a genuine smile, plastered completely across the width of his face to which you can't help but curve the corners of your mouth as well.
"Unfortunately."
He shakes his head as laughter fades into the air. Geto settles into his seat, leaning his back fully against the back of the worn leather chair to which he lands an elbow on its armrest, taking the opportunity to rest his chin on his right hand. You can see his legs slowly spreading apart, as if he wants to give you some kind of invitation without saying a word.
His jovial black eyes rest on your figure, slowly making their way up and down without any remorse, taking note of how short the black skirt you wear is and how well the delicate fabric accentuates every inch of your rigorous hips until they reach your chest. You can feel his gaze eat you alive, feeling your skin burn as if he is undressing you even though he is not laying a finger on you. His dark irises shift along your t-shirt, Suguru's girl, hoarsely murmuring under his breath reading the text to himself.
"My eyes are up, you know?" It's the only sentence you're able to formulate amidst the few nerves that wash over you.
"I know exactly where your eyes are, sweetheartā" He lets out a deep sigh as his free hand taps his legs, and you can see out of the corner of your eye how the corner of his lips lift slightly, causing the familiar dimple to make its presence known on his cheek, "ācome here."
You silently obey, your footsteps making the old wood creak beneath your feet until you are standing in front of him again as at first. Straddling his lap at the same time you feel his thighs tense as you place your full weight on them without breaking the strong contact of your gazes.
He straightens up a little more, peeling his body from the comfort of the old-fashioned seat back, taking the opportunity to run his rough hands over your thighs. You can see his bruised and slightly injured knuckles clearly, taking a note to scold him later for not protecting himself properly with the bandages. No matter how many fights he's been in, no matter how many noses he's broken, his palms run over your body gently, as if you were the finest china in the whole world, as if he were afraid you'd break at the slightest touch.
You feel his fingers finish tracing your waist to intertwine themselves behind your back as he looks at you softly. "Did I told you already how sexy you look today?" And there goes the softness.
"You need to stop hanging out with Satoru, you're getting more and more annoying."
A smirk creeps across his face, "You think I'm annoying? You think thisā" His hands quickly sneak under your skirt, gripping your ass tightly, squeezing between his digits the flesh as he pulls your lower half towards himself, forcing you to rub your clothed core against his, enjoying the proximity of your body against his to the point where your chests are only inches away from each other, "āis annoying? " A small moan rolls from his lips at the sudden contact. "You don't seem too bothered by that, baby, or am I wrong? Do you want me to do it again?"
His hips move upward again, letting out a low growl that is barely audible to what you press your center even harder with his growing erection. Even though you are separated only by the thin fabric of his shorts along with your panties and his boxers, you can still feel him throbbing hard beneath you.
"Suguru, waitā"
"Take them off."
"What?" Your face full of confusion only makes the impatience grow more.
"I saidā", his long fingers tangle around the edge of your underwear, stretching the thin fabric between them tightly until the sound of clothes tearing fills the silence of the place along with his agitated breathing, "ātake them off, or didn't you hear me?". You can feel your panties slip down between your legs until you see them resting in his hands in front of you, only to see them disappear into the right pocket of his worn shorts. "You don't need them anyways. You know I can fight."
You swallow hard at his words, picturing in your head the image of you walking out of the small room to walk among the people, mostly men, with nothing covering you underneath, with the risk of the slightest breeze lifting your skirt exposing you to the hungry eyes of others. The mere thought makes your heart crash hard against your chest and your cheeks burn from the sudden heat.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Suguru's palms landing on your hips, helping you move in a back and forth pattern on top of him again and again, feeling his fingertips bury themselves into your skin. Soft grunts and moans filling the air as his breath collides with yours, feeling his warm breath make contact with your half-open mouth, impatiently rubbing against his prominent bulge. He pauses for a few moments to look at you, wetting his lips with his tongue at the image of your flushed face and your perky nipples showing through your white t-shirt, leaving little and nothing to the imagination.
His breathing is heavy, feeling the heat coursing through his body like a flame as he palms his member over his pants. A small chuckle reaches your ears as he sees your eyes looking straight down, "Looking at something you may like, princess?" His voice is husky, somewhat deep, causing a wave of shivers to run down your spine as you move on top of him. "Do you want to fully see it? Mhm? Is that what you want?"
Without a second thought you nod enthusiastically, feeling your heart pounding hard against your ribcage. The blood flowing through your body fluidly and quickly, feeling the heat invading your entire being as Suguru slowly pulls down the hem of his thin shorts, everything feels in slow motion and you grow more and more impatient, until you hear the familiar sound of skin colliding against skin, Leaving the imposing cock standing tall in front of you in full view. The tip tinged with an angry red color, at the same time you can perceive the small slit spraying precum, making the sticky liquid run freely along its entire length until it reaches the prominent vein resting at the bottom of it.
"Stop looking and sit on it." His raspy voice snaps you out of your trance, lifting yourself up as you grab the edge of your skirt, lifting it just a little above your hips to give him a better view. His rough hand grips the base of his member to line it up at your entrance, not before running the tip against your wet folds, collecting your warm juices with it, pleased by the way the little moans come out of your mouth effortlessly. "Fuck baby, you're so wet.... c'mon do it, Iā Mhm, that's it, God you feel so fucking good." His head falls back heavy, enjoying the way your gummy walls hug him perfectly, as if they were made for him. Feeling you contract each time you sink deeper and deeper, almost filling you completely. Almost. His big hands cup your ass, massaging it between his thick fingers hard as he pushes you harder. "Spread your legs a little wider for me, I know you can take more of it."
His palms make their journey to the junction of your hips and thighs, squeezing the flesh of this area hard, forcing your body to go a little lower. Small agitated sighs reaching your ear, pulsing inside you hard with the slightest movement. "Yeah... Just like that, sweetheart." A smile creeps across your mouth at the sweet praise in between the little gasps, encouraging your body to slowly move up and down patiently, feeling the stretch burn your insides with every tiny move, until you feel a pair of warm hands take hold of your waist, bringing your body back to its starting position, sinking you deeper onto his cock.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought thatā"
"Oh no baby." His voice cuts you off mid-sentence, in a soft tone, just for you to hear but at the same time he's hiding a hint of sorrow at seeing your helpless expression plastered all over your face. "I said sit, I didn't tell you to move, did I?" One of his palms happens to take place on your cheek, stroking the warm skin tenderly with his thumb, then hiding a lock of hair behind your ear. He leans in a few inches until your noses barely touch. You can feel his warm tongue lick your lower lip until your mouths meet in a small peck, feeling the metallic taste on your palate thanks to the small cut on his lip. "I won't fuck you properly till we get home, but I know how much you like being full of me so here we are... Nowā", his light touches against your skin make you shiver, his fingertips gently grazing over it until he pulls away from you. Reaching on the small table next to you for the forgotten absorbent cotton along with a small bottle of alcohol, "ābe a good girl and help me clean my wounds. Will you?"
warnings. fem!reader for kuroo, but otherwise just fluff :) also mentioned of alcohol!!
IWAIZUMI calls you babe in every passing moment. a whisper of the little name falling past his lips as he wakes in the morning, stretching out to reach for you. babe, heāll mumble, his lips brushing against your shoulder, come on, we gotta get up.
KUROO mumbles my girl on late nights, when the strumming of his guitar has finally settled into the sound of city, when your lashes flutter shut against his chest, when youāve finally allowed yourself to rest for a moment. thatās my girl, he whispers, lets get some rest, alright?
BOKUTO calls you baby whenever he sees you, a little pout on his lips and something mischievous in his eyes. his fingers brush over your cheeks, and when you quirk a brow up at him, a smile will break onto his face. baby, you gotta trust me, heāll say, just one rollercoaster. please?
ATSUMU murmurs angel into your lips in the mornings, when he still tastes a bit like coffee and his hands are still warm from sleep. he presses a kiss to your cheek too, burying himself as far into you as he can. ām gonna miss you today, angel, he mumbles, gonna miss you a lot.
SAKUSA lets the words my love slip past his lips in particularly vulnerable moments. when heās tired and trying to drag you into bed or a shower. my love, heāll say, hands wrapped around your wrists, face buried into your collar as he walks backwards into your room, please let me sleep.
MATSUKAWA presses teasing kisses into your cheeks as the word honey leaves his lips. heās bright and loud and letting his laughter fall past him like he knows nothing else, hands wandering around your hips as a smirk crawls its way up his face. honey, please, come on, heāll say, each syllable mixing with the laughter that crosses his tongue, youāre too smart to believe that.
OIKAWA whispers mi amor into your shoulder as you stand at the beach, the ocean lapping at your ankles. heāll press a kiss to the skin there, taste the sea salt resting on you, and realize that heās far too in love with you to ever exist anywhere that isnāt with you. i canāt believe i found you here, mi amor, he mumbles, tell me youāll always stay with me. please.
AKAASHI whispers my dear into you while he traces over your skin, sheets pooled around his waist. heās covered in moonlight and sweet linens, the taste of wine still lingering on his tongue. youāve won me over, my dear, heāll say, as if there was ever a moment where he questioned it, iām afraid iām yours to keep.
DAICHI calls you sweetheart whenever he gets the chance. itās as simple as when he comes home from work, fatigue evident in his voice but itās still him, still enough to carry his words to you when he speaks. sweetheart, heāll hum, itās good to see you.
