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“Evil is our business and business is good.” 21 yo/ Bilingual

[nobodys-s0n]

A QUICK FIX. 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

‎✧˚₊‧ down bad! peter parker who fucks like he’s mindless !

it’s not like he’s touch starved for any sort of real connection; everyone who he loves doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t have anyone to go home to besides that red and blue stupid spider-man suit that mocks him from the hanger. he watches the news as people cheer for him but no one wants him.

truly wants him. peter parker, not spider-man.

peter parker is a man who is starved of touch. he can live with no connection— it was just him and his aunt for many years… but the feeling of another person’s hands on him that wasn’t some goon in manhattan trying to put him to early retirement… it was foreign to him.

it’s been four years since mj, and he hasn’t felt anything on his body… except now, his breaking point.

youre not quite sure how you ended up in his vicinity anyway, but you did. you were simply in professor banners class when he came running in at the last minute, completely sloppy looking and out of his mind to talk to the professor. you stayed back to watch him ramble to him, seeing how disgruntled he looked, the bruises on his jaw and his forearm peaking out under the empire state hoodie.

when he left, you left, and you asked for his number.

that’s how you ended up here; in his messy bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you like a piston. he’s rough with his thrusts but gentle with his hands, like his fingers are trying to mark every single inch of your body, his lips haven’t left your neck since he’s thrusted.

“o-oh god baby.” he whispers, voice cracking under the pressure of your pussy clenching down on him. your nails rake down his biceps,

you moan around him, listening to his chorus of whimpers and pleads as the wet sound of his cock forcing its way into your puffy folds fills his mundane apartment bedroom. “f-fuck peter! keep going! oh fuck!”

the apartment walls in this place may not be the thickest, but peter’s cock is, so you don’t care that your moans could probably be heard from top floor to basement.

he moans when your fingers create more markings into his body, his senses going haywire with each stroke of his dick. “feels good baby? pussy needing me s’so much, don’t you?” he whispers, sucking on his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “never letting you go, swear to god, fucking christ…”

each one of his thrusts picks up with the speed and velocity only a man like peter parker could display. you couldn't describe it but you felt so full but so good at the time time. your eyes rolled back as he kisses your cheek, feeling his balls slap against your clit.

he kept thrusting like he had something to lose; his hands touched you like he was trying to keep a reminder to himself what a female body felt like, what another human's body felt like under his own callous palms.

he's never felt like this in four years, and now, he's a selfish man and who could blame him?

peter was a man suffering in silence, currently thrusting into you like he was personally trying to break your cervix— and you didn't mind it, feeling like heaven itself as his forearms cage your head, kissing your face even as the tears flow from overstimulation, his mouth catching each one.

he brings you closer and closer, groaning deep into your ear as you tighten around him. the bed was louder than you at some points but you didn't even try to be quiet.

if anyone truly knew what peter parker was suffering with for four years... they'd understand why he fucks like this. why he fucks like it's his last day on earth. why his cock ruins you like it's never done before... and you didn't quite understand the full extent of it...

you just understood peter parker making you cum, and feeling ropes of his hot and heavy cum filling your pussy.

and in the same night? he tucks you in and sneaks out the fire escape, because peter parker only gets temporary joy when the city needs spiderman all the time.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, brand new day is gonna eat so hard. ive never written for peter, but he was so fucking fine in that trailer, so why not write for him. sadie, tom, and zendaya in the same movie + promotion is gonna be so funnnnn, I can’t fucking wait. I do not care; i will somehow get a sadie hot ones episode as well as a sadie vs tom hot ones episode because I said so.

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[dearwalker]

mask on, fuck it, mask off | sex pollen

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Word Count: 8.4k

Contains Brand New Day spoilers 🕸️

Description: You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name. Helping him with gadgets, cleaning his wounds…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?

Tags/warnings: sex pollen smut, fem!reader, porn with plot, whiny desperate peter >>>, dry humping, piv, riding, oral fem!rec, fingering, dark!peter taking over for a bit, orgasm denial, prone bone, so much yearning, mask stays on…or does it?

Note: You have no idea how giddy it makes me to write him again. He had NO business looking that good in the movie so I had to get this out of my system. Enjoy 🤍

Masterlist

You've seen spiderman hurt many times. When you signed the lease of the first apartment you could afford as a recent graduate, you never thought that would become your new normal. 

The first time it happened was completely accidental. He’d arrived at the building in the middle of the night, bruised, bleeding and too disoriented to realize that the window he’d come through was not his. 

That night, the noise of a heavy body collapsing onto the floor woke you up. For one terrifying moment, you believed someone had broken into your apartment, only to switch on the lamp and find the city’s superhero groaning and pressing his hands to his side. His suit was torn there, and blood soaked through the ruined fabric onto your rug. 

He barely lifted his head when he heard you gasp, the lens of his mask focusing on your figure standing there with wide eyes, wearing only an oversized shirt.

“Wrong window,” he choked, then tried to hold himself up but immediately collapsed again. “Dammit,” he cursed, waiting for you to freak out any second now. 

You could have, but instead you rushed to him and knelt beside him.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Your hands hovered helplessly over his body, trying to see how bad the damage was in the dark. “You need a hospital–”

“No!” He snapped, trying to turn away but failing miserably. “I’ll be fine, I heal quickly.”

“You still need to stop the bleeding,” you countered, folding your knees under your body so you could rest on your calves. “Listen, I can help you. I took some medical courses last year and I have a kit somewhere.”

You looked at him with pleading eyes. He’d saved the city so many times, the fucking world, it was the least you could do to give something back. 

He considered his options for a second, and to be honest he didn’t have many. His body was betraying him, and he couldn’t even get up to fix it himself like usual. 

The blood loss made him nod, and you wasted no time in getting up and finding said kit. The blood loss also made him drift in and out of consciousness as you tended to the wounds on his ribs as much as you could. 

It did not make him less cautious of you though. When you noticed the rip on his mask over a nasty gash on his neck and reached for it, his hand closed around your wrist and even half conscious, his grip was strong. 

“Please,” he whispered. Pleaded. “Keep it on.” 

The fear in his voice made you promise you would. Even if you couldn’t get to that gash properly. Even when he fell asleep on your floor and didn’t wake up for six whole hours. 

The next morning, he opened his eyes and found you sitting on your bed, still staring at him. 

His hands patted his chest, and confirmed his arachnid powers had done its job and healed him mostly. But most importantly, his mask was still in place. With no warning from E.V of it being removed. He learned that you’d spent the night making sure he was still breathing without seeing his face. 

That had been one year ago. 

After thanking you profoundly for helping him, he’d repaired your window, apologized several times, and disappeared into the apartment next door. He then considered moving into another building, but the thought was brushed away very quickly when he remembered the balance in his bank account. 

So he acted more careful instead. For a while, he only turned back home when your curtains were already closed, or he only left the apartment when you had already left for your job (because yes, he absolutely researched the hell out of you after that night.)

Then he moved to the attic of the building. Bigger space, no neighbors, no risks. No you. Or at least he thought. 

Because some nights…some delirious nights he still found your window a few stories down, and the accidental visits became less accidental. When he was too badly injured to care for himself, he came to you, even after you confessed your degree had nothing to do with medicine. 

When he noticed you understood about his equipment malfunctioning, he’d bring it for you to inspect. When he became too reckless with himself you talked his ear off about how being difficult to kill did not make him immortal.

Somewhere along the way, you became spiderman’s friend. 

Spiderman was safer. With you, spiderman was the only part of him he could let you see. Because that was the thing, you only knew the masked superhero. 

He’d spent so much time blocking away his identity, making peace with the fact that there was no longer anyone in the world who would call him Peter and know exactly who that person was. That name only belonged to the people that once knew him, and no longer existed, so he never gave it to you.

Never showed you more than a sliver of skin when his mask rode up or glimpses of his abdomen when you tended to his wounds. He always kept that barrier and you respected it, even on those nights he was too weak to stop you. Even if sometimes not knowing the color of his eyes kept you up at night. 

A promise was a promise. 

Maybe that’s why he kept coming. Why he trusted you with a certainty he couldn’t understand. Why he eventually showed you his new living quarters in the attic and let you spend time with him. Why half a year ago, he added another chair next to his desk so you could work together, or help him when he was out patrolling and needed an extra set of eyes.

“I’m officially the girl in the chair, spidey,” you joked that time as you sat next to him, spinning around in your chair.

He’d gone quiet immediately, his body tensing up enough to make you frown, but then managed a small smile and said you were. You pretended you didn’t notice him being too quiet as he worked on his inhibitor after that. 

He was wearing a hoodie, sweatpants and the mask. Always the mask that didn’t quite let you see through him. After a moment of quiet, you rolled your chair closer to his and nudged his arm playfully. 

“You know I can’t keep calling you spidey forever, right?” 

He snapped out of his trance, and the chuckle that came from under the fabric was unmistakable. 

“Why not?” He nudged your arm back, but still focused on the device he was hunched over. “I like spidey.”

You put your elbow on the desk, resting your cheek on your hand so you could lean a little closer. 

“I like it too, but it feels ridiculous after having my hands all over your body almost every night.” 

The moment the words left your lips, you realized how bad that sounded. He straightened up, turning toward you.

“Wow.” Even if you couldn’t see the smile on his face, the lenses of his mask were quite expressive sometimes. He was amused. 

“That came out very wrong,” you said immediately, before he bursted into laughter. He had been laughing more since you entered his life. “You know what I meant,” you whined, laughing too with heat flooding your cheeks. 

“I think I know,” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes. 

“I’m being serious though,” you added, a little more quietly. “You don’t have to say your real name. Just give me something.”

“Mmm…” he acted like has considering it, going back to tinkering with the piece of metal between his fingers, but then his eyes drifted to the flowers he’d bought that morning, and the name came out of his lips before he could think twice about it. “You can call me Maynard.” 

“Maynard?” You repeated, suppressing a chuckle. “You don’t sound like a Maynard. That’s like an 80 year old man’s name.”

“That’s all I can give you,” he shrugged playfully. 

You had a feeling it went deeper than that, but you’d also learned not to push it with him. 

“Alright. Maynard,” you nodded, “but don’t expect me to use that name unless you’re dying. Guess I’ll stick to spidey for now,” you chuckled, going back to your own work as he hummed in agreement. 

The conversation ended there. With him trying not to think about your hands all over his body in…different conditions. 

Peter didn’t know exactly when his gratitude became longing. He could not identify the moment the friendship, the closeness, or just your smile, shifted into something he craved everyday. 

Despite the mask and the fake name, he knew that after years of being no one to everyone, he had become someone to you. And you had become everything to him. Even if it was behind walls he’d built, you were the person who knew him better than anyone alive.

Which is why, the night he lost control of himself after an unknown dust was thrown at him in a fight, he chose not to crash land into your room. 

Peter hit the floor of the dark attic with a loud thud, as his senses went overboard. His suit was sticking to his body uncomfortably due to the sweat coating his feverish skin. The fabric was intact, with no visible wounds in his body, just that burning sensation of something running through his veins. 

And that dark part of him he’d managed to lock down with the inhibitor, trying to claw its way out. 

“What the…what the fuck is going on,” he cursed, clutching his heaving chest as he panted against the worn wood floors. “I can’t–I can’t breathe…” 

The computer’s monotone voice broke through the silence. 

“You have arrived injured. I’m letting her know–”

“NO!” He cut the AI off, “EV, don’t tell her–”

“Message already sent.”  

He glanced up at the digital clock on his desk. 2:18 am. 

He groaned, grabbing his head when a wave of migraine hit him. He knew what came after that. The black eyes. The desire to break. To take. But this time something felt different. It was like a pull, looking for something or someone…for…for you? 

Oh fuck. 

You were going to come in and you were going to see him like this. No, no–

“Spidey?” You asked from behind the door, knocking exactly twice before opening it anyways.

The air changed the exact moment you walked in, and that something inside him shifted too. It became aware that the only thing it craved to survive was in the room now. 

He needed to get to you. He needed to pin you down and– 

“Don’t!” He managed to scream, holding his hand up weakly when you scrambled toward him. 

You stopped right in your tracks, eyes wide and running all over him, searching for torn fabric, blood, or anything that would explain why he looked like every breath was painful. 

“What happened?” You frowned, when you couldn’t find any source. “Did you get hurt?” 

You instinctively stepped forward, but he waved his hand in front of him again. 

“Stop, stop, stop,” he said quickly, “don’t come any closer.” 

The harshness in his voice caught you off guard, but what sealed the deal was him dragging himself further away from you. It was barely more than a clumsy, desperate crawl, but he managed to put a decent distance between you before collapsing against the side of his thrifted couch. 

He avoided looking at you. The oversized shirt covering your body, the comfy shorts you were probably wearing, the way your hair looked messy from rolling out of bed as soon as you got EV’s warning even if you had work the next morning.

You stayed right where you were, watching him. His suit had always fit him like it was painted on his skin, but every pant made his chest rise and fall beneath the fabric so violently that you wouldn’t be surprised if it ripped at the seams. 

This reminded you too much of the changes that happened in him months ago. 

It started with a sharpened temper, then the heightened sensitivity to everything, the black covering his eyes, and moments during patrol when his reactions became simply frightening for someone who had as much strength as he did. But you were supposed to have stopped it. 

“Is it the inhibitor?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, “is it failing?” 

“I–I don’t know…I was hit with some dust out there,” he breathed. “I think it’s tampering with it…my head is killing me. Everything is too much.”

You nodded, turning toward the workstation. 

“I will check the programming. Just hold on.” Not your best attempt at reassuring him, but he groaned in acknowledgment. 

“EV?” 

The computer woke when you touched the keyboard, illuminating the dark attic in a wash of blue light. 

“Online.”

“Please run a diagnostic on the inhibitor and any possible interference.” 

“Beginning diagnostic.” 

You waited impatiently for the results, tapping your fingers on the desk while you watched him from the corner of your eye. 

Over there, he…he was doing his best trying to breathe. 

This obviously wasn't his first time having sensory overload. When the animal tried to take over the human part of him, everything in the city became impossible to escape. Not a single movement, or sound, or simple existence within miles was unnoticed by him. 

But this time? The rest of the city had disappeared. There were no sirens in the distance, or voices coming through the walls, or every heartbeat in the building pounding in his head. 

There was only you. 

Your rapid heartbeat echoing inside him. He felt every tap of your fingers against the wood, every slight catch in your breathing each time he made another involuntary and pathetic sound from his spot on the floor. 

Your scent…God, your scent filled the entire apartment. 

The scent he found himself coming back to so often that it scared him. He didn’t want the attachment. The possibility of having someone again only to risk losing them again. 

That same scent was making every muscle in his body react in a way he didn’t understand. It made him, and the other him, wanna do things to you he had only dreamed of in his wildest fantasies. Things he wasn’t proud of, things he wouldn’t dare to say out loud, even if he looked at you through the lenses of his mask and you couldn’t see the black in his eyes. 

He pressed the back of his head against the couch harshly. 

This was wrong. So wrong. 

His senses were supposed to consume everything when the change came. Instead, they had fixed themselves entirely on you.

He could feel the heat of your body from across the room as though you were still in front of him. Could remember with sickening detail how soft your hands looked when they reached for him. Could almost feel the burn of the touch that had never landed because he stopped you. 

What if he’d let you? What if he’d felt the way your hands ran all over his body? What if you’d moved them lower, and lower, as your mouth–

“Diagnostic complete.” 

Your heads snapped toward the screen. 

“There’s no external damage affecting the integrity of the device. I detected a foreign biotoxin in the bloodstream that may be bypassing the inhibitor, activating the suppressed arachnid hormones.” 

“What biotoxin?” You frowned. 

“Unknown. No matches found in available databases.” 

Great. He thought. He had no time to take a bath with Yelena Belova to find out what the stupid dust was. 

Tiny, microscopic potato, she would say.

The screen changed, displaying a model of his nervous system. There were yellow bright lines pulsing quickly, running all the way from the base of his brain down the length of his spine. Something unknown was moving through his blood, altering the part of him he had spent months forcing into submission.

He sucked in a breath as he watched you read the screen. Your eyes were focused, and a bead of sweat made its way down the side of your forehead. 

He suddenly felt the need to lick it off. 

Wanted to run his tongue from the base of your neck to the back of your ear. Wanted to fist your hair and make your heart beat out of your chest from how good he knew he could make you feel–

“The effects remain within his enhanced tolerance. However, prolonged exposure to certain hormones can cause extreme distress without relief.” 

“What hormones?” Your voice, worried and unknowing of his thoughts only made him feel guiltier. 

It took him a second to realize what you asked, but EV threw him under the bus before he could say anything. 

“There’s a significant rise in reproductive hormones. The unknown toxin is inducing a strong mating response in him.”

Mating response. He stopped breathing. 

Your eyes slowly moved from the monitor to him, and he saw the moment your attention dropped lower to the tent of his pants. 

That suit concealed nothing on a good day. On one like this? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck–

He shifted almost immediately, but the movement only worsened the pressure, pulling a helpless groan from his throat that made your pulse jump. You looked away at once, turning back to the computer. 

“Is there a way we can…umm…stop it?” You asked hesitantly. 

“The subject is experiencing severe sexual arousal with a fixation on a nearby individual,” she explained, because fuck him if he wasn’t the unluckiest individual on earth. “Acting upon it can be a positive option to relieve sexual tension.”

He wished the floor would open beneath him, swallow him, and never ever EVER spit him back out again.  

Your pulse was absolutely hammering after that. He caught the sudden change in your scent. There was a sharp spark of surprise, nervousness, and something else beneath it that his altered senses fed on immediately.

You kept your eyes fixed on the monitor, although the data had stopped meaning anything the moment you heard fixation on a nearby individual. 

“Is that what you really feel?” You asked softly after a moment. 

His head fell forward, catching it between his gloved hands. He didn’t know how to answer without making everything worse.

Although, after what EV said, could it really be worse? 

“…Yes.” The word came out rougher than he expected. Yet still not enough for what was happening inside him. “It’s like…I can only feel you. All of you.”

Heat rose to your face once again. 

“What does that mean?” 

Don’t say anything, don’t–

“I can smell you.” Great start, idiot. He cleared his dry throat before continuing. “I can smell your shampoo…the lotion you use…the ink on your hands from your favorite pen.” 

He chose not to mention he could also smell the adrenaline on you. The heat gathering slowly beneath your skin. 

Your eyes dropped to your hands, and under the dim light of the computer, you caught the ink stains in them from your journaling session before bed. 

“I can hear your heartbeat changing every time I speak,” he added. Okay, that one slipped out.  

You swallowed. And god, he felt that in his own throat. 

The suit was suffocating him at this point. He wanted to rip it off as much as he wanted to rip off the fabric covering the goosebumps on your skin. 

“Is it only because I’m nearby?” You asked, gathering the courage to turn your chair to him.

White lenses met you across the room. He dragged in another shaky breath of oxygen made of you as he thought about his next words. He could’ve lied. He should’ve lied. But instead, chemically overwhelmed and stripped of every defense he possessed, he gave you the truth. 

“No.”

His voice was firmer this time. No hesitation in it despite the thousand red alarms pounding in his head telling him to shut up. 

“It picked you–no, I picked you for a reason,” he added. “And it’s not just me. The other…the other me wants you too.” 

His voice went lower on the last part, that told you how much it cost him to admit that. 

The silence following his confession was heavy. For a moment he wished he could read your mind. For all he could feel of you, your thoughts were unreachable. 

His own mind was a mess. The impulses didn’t feel like thoughts anymore, just his body feeding him instructions. 

Get up. Cross the room. Touch her. Breathe her in.

His palms shook with the urge to close around you. His teeth ached with the need to graze your skin. His eyes burned with the desire to see beyond fabric. 

Every part of him seemed convinced that the small distance between you was a mistake he needed to correct. That he needed to breathe you in until his lungs burned. Drag his mouth along the inside of your wrist and taste the pulse there.

He hated it.

He hated that something inside him could look at the person he cared for the most and reduce her to an answer for his pain. 

“EV, how long is this state going to last?” He asked the computer, followed by a weak cough as he clutched his side. 

“Your enhanced physiology is struggling to break down the toxin’s structure. I estimate a time between ten to twelve hours before it’s metabolized. However, neurological collapse is expected before that timeframe.”

“What?” You looked at him. “There’s no way we’re letting that happen. Maybe I can–”

“Don’t even start,” he cut you off, shaking his head profusely. 

“So what? I’m supposed to sit here betting on whether your body collapses on hour three or hour six?” 

“I’ll just pass out, big deal. I’m not putting you in danger because of this. I can handle it.”

“You’re barely handling it now. There’s no danger in trying–”

“You don’t understand what’s happening inside me right now,” he argued, raising his voice. “This other thing, the one the inhibitor controls it’s…awake. That part of me doesn’t think like I do. It doesn’t care if you're scared, or hurting–”

“You wouldn’t hurt me–”

“You don’t know that!” He snapped, his fist struck the floor next to him, hard enough to make the worn wood crack beneath his knuckles. 

The sudden noise made you flinch. He smelled the flash of fear moving through your body for only a second. 

One second enough. 

“Fuck–that is what I mean,” he cursed, covering his lenses with his hands. “I don’t…I don’t know if I’d be gentle. I can’t risk this, I can't…shit, I can’t risk you.”

The words, said with so much pain, and honesty, seemed to settle somewhere deep in your chest. 

“Okay,” you nodded, settling deeper in your chair. “But I’m not leaving you like this. I can’t risk you either.”

He shuddered a painful exhale. His head dropped to the couch again, shutting his eyes in preparation of what the next hours of torture would be. 

Except…he didn’t even last ten minutes. 

The suit was killing him, so he decided he’d be better without it. He reached desperately behind his back, clumsily undoing the zippers that tied the suit together.

He could feel your wide eyes on him as he tugged the fabric off his shoulders, peeling it off his sweaty arms. He groaned when he lifted his hips and the suit grazed his swollen crotch. In a matter of seconds that felt like eternity he managed to break free from the spandex, and threw it away somewhere in the room. He’d undressed down to his dark boxers, mask still in place, revealing the marble sculpture of his body.

You let out a shaky breath from your spot, eyes raking over a body you’d only seen partially. He was covered in wounds most of the time, but this time, he only had faint bruises from the night before decorating his chiseled abs. 

His tight muscles flexed with every rise of his chest, his bulge straining harder the more you devoured him, pressing against his pants, making him curse quietly. 

You noticed, and returned your eyes to the screen to track his vitals. 

He felt grateful that you’d given him that grace, but just you being in that room made it very hard for him to think of anything other than your existence. 

Too hard. 

Before he knew his hand drifted down the growing ache in his crotch, trying to feel some relief, but every rub he made over the fabric of his boxers sent a jolt of pain through his body instead of pleasure. 

It only made it worse when he realized you were tense at the desk, trying very hard to keep your focus on the screen and not on the whines he was letting out. 

“…I’m sorry,” he apologized instantly, breathlessly, moving his hand away. “I didn’t–”

“Don’t apologize,” you shook your head quickly, eyes still on the screen. “You…you can do whatever you need.” 

He didn’t say anything, just whined in pain again, so you took it as a chance to say it before you regretted it. 

“But my offer still stands, spidey.” 

What a polite way of saying ‘I’d let you fuck me into next week so you can control your horny arachnid hormones, spidey.’

Fucking hell. 

“I’m okay I just–God I didn’t–I didn’t think it would feel this way…” He laughed humorlessly, staring at the ceiling. “But I–I got this. Yes.”

You kept quiet, hearing him mumble to himself about a hundred times about how he had this.

“I’m okay…I’m good…it’s fine…” 

He wasn’t. 

“Fuck I don’t…I’m going to die…”

For God’s sake. 

“I think I can help.”

By the time he registered the words and looked back at you, you had already moved from your chair and shortened the distance between you, kneeling in front of him. 

His senses went from one thousand to one million. He forced his hands behind his back, trying to keep the animal from grabbing you and getting it over with. 

“What–what are you doing?” He stammered nervously, the lenses of his mask going wide. 

“Maynard,” you said quietly, ignoring the way his body tensed up at that name. “Would it make you feel better if I put my hand here?” 

You placed your hand right in the center of his chest, and your cold palm met his overheated skin. He gasped, feeling every individual fingerprint on his skin. He wanted them marked on him. Tattooed. 

His back arched from the couch, with a strangled gasp breaking from beneath the mask. The relief hit him all at once, through a simple contact that felt like salvation. 

Your hand steadied him for only a glorious second, but now that you had touched him, his body knew precisely what it had been denied.

It wanted more.

His own hand closed around yours so suddenly that you almost pulled back, but he loosened his grip the instant he realized how tightly he was holding you. 

“Sorry–”

“Don’t apologize.” You pressed harder. 

He was burning.

The heat beneath your palm scared you, but what scared you more was the violent pounding of his heart beating against your hand so so quickly. 

“Better?” You asked quietly, trying not to bite your bottom lip at the image of him crumbling under your palm. 

“So fucking better,” he said breathlessly, pressing your hand tighter against his chest. “I…dammit–”

“Breathe,” you reminded.

His head fell back against the couch. Chest rising up and down, up and down, up and down. 

Just take her, man, she’s right there–

Your free hand accidentally brushed his neck, right where the border of the mask started, snapping him right back. He grabbed your hand, not harshly, but firm enough to make your breath hitch. 

“Please.” Was all he said. 

Leave it on. 

It brought you back to that first night he’d crashed into your life. 

“I wasn’t planning on removing it,” you whispered, leaning closer. “You can keep it on. But let me help you…I really want to.”

See? She wants it. She needs it so bad. 

He hated that the other guy was right. He knew you meant what you said because he could smell the proof pooling between your thighs.

Fuck it.

In a sudden movement he reached for your waist, dragging you forward so you were straddling his lap. The bulge you landed on made you gasp, hands instinctively grabbing onto his sweaty biceps for balance when he let out a broken groan that vibrated against your core. 

His hand cupped your jaw, bringing it closer to his face, and your dilated pupils reflected on the white of his lenses. 

“I can feel that you want this,” he mumbled, tilting his head to the side. “Please, say it again…”

You shifted your hips, barely, so minimal yet he felt it travel through his whole body. He hissed, tightening the grip on your jaw. 

“I want this,” you repeated firmly, moving your head closer to his ear. “You can take whatever you need…”

You moved your hips again, more deliberate this time, pulling a broken whine from him. The toxin made every contact feel like electricity racing down his spine, straight to the heavy, aching weight of his cock under you. 

“Yes…yeah just like that…” he panted. “Just let me…”

His hands landed on your waist, moving you back and forth at a quicker pace over his bulge. You gasped at the friction, fingers digging into his shoulders, while he let out a collection of muffled words you could barely understand. 

“...M–more…” he whined, throwing his head back against the couch. “I can’t–I need…”

“What do you need? More what?” 

“More contact.”

His hands left your waist to grab the hem of your shirt. 

“Can I?” He whispered.

You nodded eagerly, gasping when his hands shifted to the collar of your shirt instead, ripping it off your body with a sharp pull. 

“Oh fuck,” he cursed when he realized there was nothing under that shirt, and saw your nipples hardening instantly under the cold air. 

He resisted the urge to bite them through the mask. 

His hands, however, wasted no time to cup your breasts with a broken whine. His thumbs played with your nipples, tugging at them as hard as he could allow himself to without hurting you. 

“Fuck you’re perfect…you’re so perfect…” he whispered, more to himself than you, pulling some soft whimpers out of you when he tugged a little harder. His hands drifted to your lower half, to the hem of the last piece keeping your body from his greedy eyes. “These too,” he said, “please, can I? I want to feel you.”

“Yes,” you nodded, already out of air. 

You didn’t even know why you tried to get off his lap to take the shorts off properly, when he just did the same as the shirt: ripped it in half where it rested on your hips, yanked it off from your body and threw the ruined pieces far away. 

You weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

“I can smell you. God, I can smell you. You’re so–oh God…”

Now he could feel your wetness drenching his boxers, dripping onto the fabric. He could almost taste it in his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to drown in it for hours. 

“Can–can I–?”

You didn’t even let him finish, you grabbed his hand and placed it right between your legs. 

Water. He found water in the middle of the dessert. 

His hand moved carefully through your wet folds once, twice, delighting in your warmth, the way you felt, the way you let out the prettiest sound he had ever heard in his miserable life. 

“Fuck…” you cursed softly, moving your hips eagerly when he kept stroking slow. Too slow. “Touch me, please.”

He obliged, fingers finding your clit in movements that had you gripping his shoulders tighter, eyes fluttering shut so beautifully he had to bite his lip to not let out a pathetic sound. 

“Been wanting this,” he mumbled. “Longer than today. Longer than tonight.”

His finger slid inside of you, making you moan when he curled it just right. 

“There were…there were nights I thought about you riding my hand,” he kept going, voice cracking as he added a second finger, stretching you more. “I’ve wanted you for so long–not just because of this shit in my blood. Because it’s you.”

Every word made you clench around his fingers. Every admission pulled another shaky moan out of your throat. You were a mess already, breathless, hips rolling down to meet the thrust of his fingers. 

“Oh my God–don’t stop, please don’t stop–”

“Not stopping, baby.” 

He kept working you open, the white lenses of the mask never leaving your face. His free hand slid up your chest, settling between your breasts. 

“I’m–I’m close,” you managed. “I’m so close–”

“Come on…you’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

The heel of his palm lifted to press against your clit. You were right there, right on the edge, about to come on his hand and drip down his boxers–

“Please,” he begged, unable to keep it in. “Let me fuck you after this…please. I need to be inside you. I’ve needed it for so long–just let me, after you come, please, please–”

The plea undid you.

You came with a broken cry, stopping your movements as your walls pulsed around him. The sound you made against his shoulder nearly finished him right there. 

It took you a second to just breathe again, your chest synching up with his in the search of oxygen. He kept rocking his hand slowly, not just to work you through the aftershocks, but because the friction of your pussy in his hand brought the tiniest relief to him. 

You just stayed there as the last soft waves rolled through you. 

Once you were able to see clearly again, you let out a breathless chuckle and straightened back up. 

He needed you. He needed you so badly you really thought he was going to die if you didn’t help him. 

You placed one hand on his chest as the other reached under you, slipping inside the fabric of his boxers without breaking eye contact. 

The second your bare fingers brushed him, his hips jerked hard under you. 

“You said please,” you whispered breathlessly. 

You wrapped your fingers around him and pulled him free.

His cock sprang out, heavy and flushed between your bodies, so thick and hard and painful. The head was red and shiny, with precum dripping down the vein that ran along his length. The tip brushed the skin of your stomach, leaving a warm, wet patch that made the hair on your arms go up. He could smell the small flicker of intimidation sparking inside you, but the want that followed was stronger. 

You stroked him a few times, slowly just as he’d touched you at first. 

“Oh my God, your hand–your hand–”

Another thick bead of precum welled up and spilled over your fingers. Whether it was the toxin or just his enhanced physiology, he was dripping for you.  

Flustered wasn’t enough of a word when you had his leaking cock in your hand. 

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping tighter, guiding you up as if he was about to lift you then pulling you back down immediately. 

Fuck her. Fuck her right now. 

“Please, I need–I need to feel you…” he cried out. “Let me…let me…”

You nodded just as desperately, lifting yourself up as he helped, steadying you with shaking hands until the thick head of his cock nudged against your entrance. You both exhaled hard at the same time when you started to sink down, taking him inch by inch.

He was big. Almost too much. The burn of it made your breath hitch, but the way he cursed under his breath multiple times, completely at your mercy, made you keep going until he was buried balls deep.

You sat there for a moment, breathing heavily, and so full of him. 

When the initial sting faded away, you started moving. He let you set the pace as you adjusted, holding back his need of thrusting up. His fingers dug on your skin, not lifting just holding you, but the more that you moved, the more that control started to waver. 

He could feel it coming. The change. 

You kept moaning, bouncing on top of him, completely unaware of his self restraint crumbling away. 

His grip slowly tightened when his eyes began turning completely black under his mask. That careful, pathetic boy who’d been begging disappeared beneath something more…primal. 

Fuck. Whatever had been holding him back finally snapped.

The next thing he knew, his hands slid under your thighs with sudden strength. He lifted you up in one motion until only the thick head of him remained inside you, held you there for a second as the last part of him tried to remember how to be gentle–then snapped his hips up hard.

That first thrust pulled a sharp moan out of you, but there was no chance to adjust this time. He set a relentless pace almost immediately, using pure strength to bounce you on his cock while he drove up to meet every drop of your body, buried so deep it stole your breath every time he bottomed out. 

“Oh my–May…Maynard–” the name you barely used on him slipped out in the middle of the frenzy, but his hand reached behind your head to pull your hair back slightly as he kept thrusting up. 

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped, his voice so different from just minutes earlier. “It’s Peter. Call me Peter when I’m inside you.” 

He didn’t even give you time to process, still lifting and dropping you onto his cock at the exact hard rhythm he wanted. The only one that satisfied the need inside of him. Your hands instinctively reached for the edge of the arm of the couch he was leaning against, fingers digging into the worn fabric as he hit that spot inside you over and over again. 

“Of fuck…Peter–fuck…yes…”

“That’s better,” he approved. “I was right, you’re so so perfect…taking every inch like you need it as bad as I do…”

A desperate sound slipped out of you at the praise, he could feel your walls clenching tight around him as your body went for that second orgasm, your eyes were fluttering shut, almost there–

“Nuh–uh,” he denied immediately, stopping mid thrust, holding you pressed against him as you gasped, surprised and confused. 

“What–what happened? I was about to–”

“I want you to hold it for me. I know you can.”

That twisted part of him enjoyed the slow realization on your face. 

Even if you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew the same spiderman he’d been without the inhibitor, was the one with your body at his mercy now. 

Good. 

He stayed buried to the hilt for a moment, breathing hard behind the mask. When your breathing finally slowed down and accepted that the high never came, he stood up. Still inside you, he walked you to the bed in the corner of the room. 

His bed.

He pulled out with a wet sound that made both of you groan, then laid you down roughly near the edge of the mattress. He kneeled down, strong hands hooking behind your knees and dragging your legs over his shoulders, folding you open for him completely.

“Look at the ceiling,” he ordered. “Don’t look at me.”

You obeyed, staring up at the wood beams high above you while he tugged the bottom of the mask just high enough to free his mouth. 

Peter leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses to your swollen folds. He wasn’t necessarily eating you out, just giving a few loud smooches that felt good enough to make you grip the sheets. 

“M’sorry, you were so perfect there…” he mumbled condescendingly against your most sensitive spots. “But I need you to hold on a little longer. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. Maybe too eager. Maybe too pathetic. Just like he’d been. Had he pumped that toxin into you? 

Either way, you didn’t care. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like this version of him. 

He laughed right over your clit when you moaned loudly, after he moved his tongue in a slow, torturous swipe over it. 

“Was back there too much?” He cooed. “Maybe I just need to stretch you more...”

Two fingers slid inside you, so easily, but the sudden stretch still dragged a whine out of your throat. He curled them immediately, finding the spot that made your hips jerk. 

“Peter…” 

“Huh?” He acted coy, pumping his fingers with a rhythm that kept you right on the edge without letting you tip over. He added a third finger, making your back arch from the mattress. “Keep holding it in.”

Every shake of your body fed the stupid toxin inside him. Having you like this…really trying to keep your body from coming apart because he said so. 

God. He was never going back. 

“You just took my cock. I think you can take three fingers with no problem.” 

He kept the same relentless pace, chuckling when your body started twitching again. 

“Shhh, you’re perfect, absolutely perfect…”

“Peter…” you called out again, hand dropping the sheet to find his shoulder instead. “I need…need…”

“Need what?”

“Need you inside me…please I won’t–I won’t hold for much longer just–fuck me.”

He stopped altogether, a smirk you couldn’t see stretching the corner of his mouth. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, licking them clean before tugging his mask back in place and standing up. 

“Yeah?” 

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed for a moment before his hands gripped your hips and turned you over. He moved you higher up the bed, grabbing one of the pillows, and shoving it under your hips, tilting your lower body up for him. 

He then climbed onto the bed behind you and knelt between your spread thighs, the mattress dipping under his weight as one hand stroked down the length of your spine. 

But something made him stop. 

“This fucking mask–” he cursed under his breath. “It’s suffocating me.”

The sweat on his forehead had pooled under the mask, making it so sticky over his eyebrows that it was affecting the lenses he was trying to see you through. 

“I need you to be a good girl for me,” he added breathlessly, yet still commanding enough. “Keep your head on the mattress. Ass up. Don’t turn around.”

You nodded. Too eagerly again. Couldn’t care any less again. 

He didn’t think twice, just yanked the mask off and tossed it aside. It landed near you, making you bury half your face on the sheets as if staring at the mask alone would be disobeying his commands. 

The sound he made when the cool air hit his face was pure relief. He swiped the sweat off with his forearm, finally seeing you clearly. Face down. Eyes squeezed shut. Already clutching the sheets. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he mumbled. “All spread out for me…waiting.”

“Peter…” you whined, lifting your ass slightly from the pillow. 

“I know, I know. You’re okay.” He couldn’t keep the smirk away when he added, “you said please.”

He reached between you, guiding the thick head of his cock between your thighs until it nudged against your entrance. You were still soft and ready and perfect. 

Peter pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he sank deep and deep and deeper. 

He braced one hand beside your head and kept the other on your hip, pushing you into the mattress as his thighs hit the back of yours. Slap. Slap. Slap. The position left almost no space between your bodies, with Peter pressing his chest against your back. 

“Fuck…you feel so good like this…so pretty taking me.”

He kept going, making the mattress creak and the base of the bed hit the brick wall repeatedly. Your desperate moans ran through his body like electricity, making something inside him crack open again. 

What? What is–

The moment his rhythm stuttered, he shook his head, trying to clear it. Beads of sweat flew from his hair to your back. 

“God–you…you’re making me–” The roughness of his thrusts slowed down immediately, inhaling a sharp intake of air as he felt the change again. “I can’t, I can’t…”

He lifted his gaze to the window behind the bed and noticed his eyes had turned back to its original color. 

“Oh my god,” he gasped, stopping altogether. He straightened up, still kneeling and inside you, but panicking. “I’m…I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened I–“

“Peter!” You cut him off, pushing yourself back, closer to him, without turning around. “Shut up and fuck me.”

The order left your mouth breathless, pushing back against him even more to make the point clear. His hands twitched when they gripped your hips again. 

“Okay, okay…” he panted, groaning when you dropped back on the bed and his cock almost left the warmth of your pussy. “I’m sorry–if I was too rough, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

He picked up the pace again, but the words tumbling out of him now were pure pleading Peter again. 

“Don’t turn around–don’t turn around–fuck, fuck…” slap, slap, slap. “You can come now. Please. Please, I want to feel it–you’d come apart so pretty on me, I know you would…pleasepleaseplease–”

His final permission and the desperate way he said it made you crash harder than the first time, crying out into the mattress. The second he felt you coming around him, he knew he couldn’t last much longer either.

“Can I–inside…please, can I??…let me fill you up–”

“Yes–inside, Peter, do it inside me…” 

He buried himself to the hilt with a strained groan and finally came. The orgasm tearing out of him was harder and longer than anything he’d ever felt, holding you there, filling you up. 

You gasped against the sheets, breathless, as the waves of cum seemed to go on forever, flooding you with warm and thick ropes in every spurt as he emptied himself inside you. 

“Thank you…thank you…” His forehead dropped between your shoulder blades, sending broken gasps against your skin as he kept coming. “You are so perfect–fuck…so perfect…thank you…”

The pollen wrung him dry until he could barely breathe, and even then he kept rolling his hips weakly, chasing the last of it while he slowly softened inside you. 

When it finally eased, the pain, the need, the hunger…he pulled out slowly with a whine, and half collapsed over you. His arms held most of his weight as he planked above you, but you could feel every ridge of his muscles brushing your sweaty skin. 

Peter’s eyes fluttered shut, feeling exhausted and aching in the best way, almost lulled by the sounds of your agitated breaths. 

You both felt the warm trail of liquid leaking out between your bodies and neither of you moved or said anything for a while. He could’ve stayed like that forever, really. With your naked body under him, no masks, no barriers, just your swollen pussy leaking out his seed–

“Successful ejaculation brought down the arachnid hormone levels immediately. Inhibitor working within regular parameters now. Congratulations, Peter.” 

EV’s monotone voice cut through the silence. 

It took two seconds of shock before you both broke into breathless laughter. His teeth grazed your back as your bodies vibrated in sync from the amusement and overall flustering after everything that happened. 

“Thank you, EV,” Peter muttered. 

“You’re welcome. I gathered data and the released semen volume exceeds standard parameters by two hundred and twenty six percent due to the high hormonal concentration. Hydration, clean up and rest are advised.”

“For fucks sake…” Peter cursed under his breath. 

“Oh god…” you mumbled against the sheets. 

That was your call back to reality. 

Peter felt you move under him, reaching blindly to the side until your hand found the mask. You lifted it over your shoulder, offering it to him without looking. 

“I don’t want to,” he said, too quickly, then cleared his throat. “I…I don’t want to put it back on.” 

“Then I’ll close my eyes,” you offered instead. 

“No–I mean…you don’t have to. I don’t want to wear it around you anymore. Not after…all of this,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“But you told me to not turn around,” you reminded him, dropping the mask on the mattress again. “And that was you, not the darker you.”

He chuckled, nodding even if you couldn’t see him yet. 

“Yeah, because if I saw your face while I was balls deep inside you I would’ve busted before you came.”

There it was. He said it. No turning back now. 

At least it got a chuckle from you too. 

“Listen I…I meant everything I said. Everything. The wanting, the nights I thought about you,” he confessed. “I don’t want you to feel like I just used you when…when there was always a reason why I needed you like oxygen tonight.”

Your breath hitched, and his hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him, and when you didn’t push away…he exhaled in relief behind you. 

“So maybe…you can turn around now. If–if you want to. Know the real me.”

“I would really like that,” you whispered without hesitation. 

You tried lifting yourself up to turn around, but he did most of the job, moving away the pillow he had placed under you and helping you roll onto your back. You closed your eyes, at least until you were facing him completely, and took a deep breath. Holding onto his biceps for moral support, you finally opened them again. 

Seeing his face for the first time felt so intimate, even after everything you just did. 

There he was. The same guy who just fucked you into next week, looking more shy and boyish than you could’ve ever imagined. 

Brown eyes. Dark, curly hair sticking to his forehead. A nervous smile tugging at the corner of his gorgeous mouth. 

So young. So earnest. So yours. 

Not spidey anymore. Just Peter. 

Your Peter. 

Thank you so much for reading 🤍 I used to write Peter so much back in the day (shoutout to my starktonyx era) and I’ve missed him dearly.

Feedback is always appreciated 🕷️

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[gojosconsort]

︵ ೀ mdni. you and shoko always casually made out at parties but that stopped after she started dating suguru, until one night she invites you to join them and you end up as their plaything ( threesome / being used by them )

the parties were always the same.

loud music, dim lights, too much alcohol, and the two of you ending up in some dark corner like it was inevitable. it started with teasing, a smirk from shoko, then her pulling you close by the waist. your lips would crash together—messy, hungry, tasting like cheap vodka and cigarettes.

her hands always found their way under your shirt, fumbling with the clasp of your bra while you gasped into her mouth. she’d squeeze your tits roughly, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch. you’d moan softly, pressing closer, grinding against her thigh just a little, but it never went further than that.

clothes stayed mostly on. hands wandered, but never below the waist. it was always rushed, sloppy, and over too fast—someone would call shoko’s name or the music would change and you’d both pull away laughing, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

“just messing around,” shoko would say with that lazy smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. but for you… it was never just messing around.

every time her fingers slipped under your bra and pinched your nipple, you ached for more. every time she sucked on your tongue and squeezed your tits like she owned them, you wished she would push you against the wall and actually fuck you. you wanted her hands between your legs, wanted her mouth on your skin, wanted her to take you somewhere private and make you hers for real.

but you never said it. you swallowed it down, smiled like it was nothing, and told yourself it was just fun.

until it wasn’t anymore. because shoko started dating suguru.

it made perfect sense. they looked so good together—the two college heartthrobs. shoko with her effortless cool, cigarette dangling from her lips, pretty eyes and that lazy smile. suguru with his long dark hair, calm confidence, and that beauty that made people stare.

they fit. they looked like they belonged on magazine covers, like the kind of couple everyone secretly envied. when they walked into a room together, heads turned.

and now the corner makeouts stopped completely. now she sits in his lap at parties, kissing him slow and deep while his hands rest on her hips. you watch from the side, nursing your drink, trying to ignore the sharp twist in your chest every time she moans softly against his mouth.

you told yourself it didn’t bother you. you smiled when they told you they were official. you even teased them about how disgustingly cute they looked together.

but tonight, the jealousy feels like a live wire under your skin.

you’re all back at suguru’s apartment after another loud night out. the lights are low, music still playing softly from someone’s phone. you’re sitting on the couch with too sugary drink in your hand, watching them.

shoko is straddling suguru’s lap, kissing him slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear. her fingers are tangled in his long dark hair, hips rolling slowly against him as their tongues slide together wetly. every soft sound she makes hits you like a punch.

you look away, cheeks burning, but your eyes keep drifting back. you remember how her hands felt on your chest, how she used to pinch and knead your tits until you were panting. but now those hands are on him.

shoko eventually pulls back for air, lips shiny and swollen. her eyes find you across the couch and she tilts her head, studying your face.

“you’ve been quiet,” she says. “jealous?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool. “no, i’m not jealous.”

shoko lets out a soft laugh. she leans back against suguru’s chest, still straddling him, and looks at you with that familiar lazy smirk.

“liar. i know you.”

before you can protest, she slides off suguru’s lap and crawls over to you on the couch. her hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. without another word, she leans in and kisses you.

it’s slow at first, almost teasing, her lips soft and warm against yours. then she deepens it, tongue slipping into your mouth like she’s reminding you exactly what you’ve been missing. you can’t help the small sound that escapes you when she sucks lightly on your tongue.

when she finally pulls back just enough to speak, her breath fans over your wet lips.

“you missed it, didn’t you?” she murmurs. her fingers slide into your hair, tugging gently. “missed the way i kiss you.” she nips at your bottom lip. “my hands on you… the way we used to mess around at parties?

you feel your face heat up, embarrassment and want mixing together. shoko smiles against your mouth, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. suguru watches the two of you from the other side of the couch, a small amused smile playing on his lips.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. “you don’t have to lie to me, baby.”

the kiss quickly turns deeper. shoko’s tongue slides against yours, while her hand slips under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach, and you shiver. she smiles into the kiss when she feels it.

without breaking away, shoko reaches for the hem of her own shirt and tugs it off. her bra is simple and black, but it looks perfect on her. she tosses the shirt aside and immediately returns to your mouth, kissing you harder now, more eager.

“your turn,” she murmurs against your lips.

her fingers are gentle but sure as she pulls your shirt up and over your head. the cool air hits your skin, making you feel exposed, but shoko doesn’t let you dwell on it. she kisses you again, deeper, while her hands roam over your bare waist and up to your chest. she squeezes your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden.

“so pretty,” she breathes. “always so pretty for me.”

you’re both breathing heavier when shoko pulls back just enough to look at suguru.

“she can join, right?” she asks, voice husky but soft.

suguru’s eyes go dark and he nods once. “yeah. come here.”

shoko grins and takes your hand, guiding you both toward him. suguru shifts on the couch, spreading his legs wider so there’s room. he pulls shoko onto his lap first, then gently tugs you until you’re straddling one of his thighs, facing shoko.

now you’re both on suguru’s lap—chest to chest, knees bracketing his thick thighs. shoko doesn’t waste time. she cups your face and kisses you again. your breasts press together, only thin fabric separating you. you can feel the heat of suguru’s body beside you, his hands resting lightly on both your waists.

suguru’s his gaze is heavy as shoko’s tongue slides into your mouth and you moan softly. then his hands start moving—one palm strokes up shoko’s back while the other caresses your side, thumb brushing just under your breast.

shoko breaks the kiss only to trail her lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. you tilt your head, gasping when she sucks lightly on your neck. suguru’s hand slides higher, finally cupping your breast from behind, squeezing gently while shoko kisses lower.

“look at you two,” suguru murmurs. “so fucking pretty together.”

his other hand rests on shoko’s hip, encouraging her as she rocks against his thigh. you’re both breathing hard, lips swollen, skin flushed. shoko pulls you back into another deep kiss, tongues tangling messily while suguru’s hands explore—one kneading your breast, the other sliding down shoko’s spine.

you feel surrounded. wanted. the jealousy from earlier slowly melts into something hotter, sweeter.

shoko smiles against your mouth and whispers, “missed you so much, baby.”

while you’re still lost in shoko’s kiss, suguru leans closer. his lips find the side of your neck. he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, tongue tracing lightly as he sucks gentle marks. you whimper into shoko’s mouth, their caresses making your head spin.

suguru kisses down your shoulder, then hooks his fingers into the front of your bra and tugs it down, freeing your breasts. before you can even gasp, his hot mouth closes around your nipple.

you moan loudly, back arching instinctively. suguru sucks gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. the wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight scrape of his teeth makes your thighs shake.

shoko finally pulls back from the kiss just enough to look down between you. her eyes darken when she sees suguru’s mouth on your tit.

“fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.

shoko watches the whole thing with dark, hooded eyes. she slides one hand down your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. “can i touch you here?” she asks and when you nod desperately, she doesn’t hesitate.

shoko slips her hand inside your pants. her fingers immediately find how wet you already are, and she lets out a satisfied sound. “fuck… you’re so wet,” she says. “all this just for us?”

her middle finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit with light, teasing strokes. when you twitch against her she kisses you again. shoko smiles against your lips. “so sensitive tonight.”

after a moment, shoko slides one finger lower and pushes it inside you, curling it slowly. you clench around her instantly, hips twitching forward into her hand. she adds a second finger, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace while her thumb keeps rubbing your clit.

“that’s it,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “ride my fingers, baby. let us hear how good it feels.” shoko’s pace quickens slightly, fingers curling perfectly against that spot inside you with every thrust while she kisses you again and again, swallowing your moans.

at some point the night blurred into a haze of pleasure. you’re still on suguru’s lap, back pressed to his chest, completely drunk on them both. shoko’s fingers have been inside you for what feels like hours—curling, thrusting, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking and sobbing through another orgasm. every time you think you can’t take any more, suguru’s big hand wraps loosely around your throat, holding you in place while shoko pushes you over the edge again.

you’re their perfect little plaything tonight, and you’ve stopped pretending you want anything else.

when shoko finally pulls her fingers out, you whine at the loss, body twitching. she just smiles and brings her slick fingers to her own mouth to taste you. “she’s ready,” shoko says softly as she looks at suguru.

suguru doesn’t need to be told twice. he shifts you forward on the couch so you’re on your hands and knees, still facing shoko. his large hands grip your hips, pulling your ass back toward him. you hear the sound of his belt and zipper, then feel the blunt, fat head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

shoko watches with amusement, kneeling in front of you on the couch. she takes both of your hands in hers, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“breathe, baby,” she murmurs, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “let him in.”

suguru pushes forward and the stretch is immediate and intense. his cock is thick—much thicker than shoko’s fingers—and you feel every inch as he slowly sinks into you from behind. your mouth falls open, eyes wide as the burn blooms deep inside you. he’s so big it almost hurts, but the pleasure is hotter.

“fuck… so tight,” suguru groans lowly, voice strained as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

shoko’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the way your face twists. she leans in and kisses your open mouth, swallowing the moan that finally escapes you.

“look at you,” she coos against your lips, still holding your hands. “taking his cock so well. your pretty little mouth falling open like that… so cute.”

suguru starts moving—slow, deep thrusts that rock your entire body forward with every snap of his hips. every time he drives back in, your tits bounce and your breath catches. shoko stays right there, holding both your hands firmly so you have something to anchor yourself to while suguru fucks you from behind.

“that’s it,” shoko whispers, eyes locked on your face. “let him fuck you. rock forward for me, baby… just like that.”

you do exactly what she says, pushing back to meet suguru’s thrusts and rocking forward into shoko’s space with every movement. she keeps watching, mesmerized, occasionally leaning in to kiss you while suguru’s pace gradually turns harder, deeper.

the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and suguru’s grunts. shoko never lets go of your hands, squeezing them tighter every time suguru hits that perfect spot inside you and makes your eyes roll back.

“good girl,” suguru growls from behind, one hand sliding up to grip your hair gently. “taking me so fucking well.”

shoko laughs softly, pressing another kiss to your parted lips. “keep moaning like that,” she teases. “i could watch you get fucked by him all night.”

after a while, suguru slows his thrusts and pulls out with a wet sound. you whine at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already manhandling you gently, turning you around to face him. “come here.” he sits back on the couch and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, chest to chest. “ride me.”

you’re so drunk on pleasure that you barely register how quickly you obey. your hands brace on his broad shoulders as you sink down onto his thick cock again. the stretch is still intense, but your body is so wet and used that he slides in easier this time.

shoko settles on one of suguru’s thick thighs so she’s pressed flush against your back. her bare breasts are hot against your skin, nipples hard as they brush along your spine. one of her arms wraps around your waist while her other hand slides down between your bodies.

“keep riding him, baby,” she whispers right against your ear. “let me feel you.”

you start moving—slow, shaky rolls of your hips as you ride suguru’s cock. every time you sink down, he groans deeply, hands gripping your thighs to help guide you. shoko’s fingers find your clit from behind, rubbing slick circles while she grinds herself against suguru’s thigh, her soaked pussy sliding wetly over his skin.

shoko’s warm breasts press tighter against your back with every roll of her hips. her breath is hot on your neck as she kisses and bites gently along your shoulder. her fingers never stop teasing your clit, occasionally dipping lower to feel where suguru’s thick cock stretches you open.

you’re completely drunk on them. your mind has gone hazy, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as soft, helpless moans keep falling from your mouth. you barely register anything except the heat, the stretch, and the constant pleasure.

“so good,” suguru groans. his hands squeeze your hips, helping you bounce on him harder. “look at you… taking my cock so deep.”

shoko hums in agreement, pressing her chest firmer against your back as she grinds faster on his thigh. her fingers move quicker on your clit, slick sounds filling the air.

“she’s so out of it,” shoko laughs softly, kissing the back of your neck. “completely drunk on us. aren’t you, baby? just letting us use this pretty body however we like.”

you can only whimper in response, head falling back against shoko’s shoulder as you keep riding suguru.

“tell us how you like it, baby,” suguru says. “you want it deeper? faster?”

shoko leans in closer, lips brushing your ear from behind. “yeah… use your words,” she teases softly. “tell us what feels good. you want me to keep playing with your pretty clit while you ride his cock?”

you try to answer.

your mouth opens, but only a soft, hazy whimper comes out. your mind is too foggy, body too overwhelmed with pleasure. every nerve is sparking, your thoughts melted into nothing but heat and the feeling of being used so perfectly between them. you can barely form a single coherent word.

“i… ah— i…” is all you manage.

shoko lets out a quiet, fond laugh against your neck. “aww, listen to her,” she coos, clearly amused by how gone you are. “can’t even speak anymore. so cute.”

she slides her free hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face toward her. she kisses you again. her tongue slips into your mouth, tasting every helpless little sound you make while suguru keeps rocking you steadily on his cock.

“it’s okay, baby,” she whispers, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you don’t have to say anything. we already know exactly what you need.”

suguru leans forward to kiss your collarbone, then looks up at shoko with dark eyes. “she’s clenching so hard around me. keep touching her. i want to feel her cum on my cock.”

shoko smiles against your skin and circles your clit faster. “don’t worry,” she purrs, voice dripping with heat. “we’re nowhere near done with her yet.”

sometime later, you’re completely spent.

your body has gone limp, limbs heavy and trembling from the endless waves of pleasure. you’ve lost count of how many times they made you cum—on suguru’s cock, on shoko’s fingers, between their mouths and hands. every inch of you feels used, warm, and satisfied in the best kind of way.

you barely have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore.

shoko notices first. she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. “you’re done, huh?” she whispers fondly, voice still a little breathless. “poor baby… we wore you out.”

you manage a tiny, hazy nod, eyes already fluttering shut. the last thing you feel is shoko carefully pulling you down onto the couch, laying you on your side so you’re comfortable. she tucks a blanket over your naked body.

“sleep. we’ve got you.”

your eyelids grow heavier. the world starts to fade. through the sleepy haze, you catch the soft sounds beside you.

shoko lets out a quiet moan as suguru pulls her closer. you barely manage to crack your eyes open just enough to see them. suguru has shoko on her back right next to you, his large body covering hers. he’s kissing her deeply, while he pushes inside her.

shoko’s back arches, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wraps her legs around his waist. “suguru…”

he groans low in his throat, hips starting to move in deep, steady strokes. the wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the quiet room again. suguru’s hand slides up to cup shoko’s breast, thumb brushing over her nipple as he fucks her right there beside you.

shoko turns her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, and looks at your sleepy face. even as suguru thrusts into her, she reaches out and gently laces her fingers with yours, holding your hand while she gets fucked.

“goodnight, baby,” she whispers to you, voice sweet even as it breaks into a moan.

you can’t answer anymore. your eyes finally slip shut completely, the last image burned gently into your mind: suguru’s broad back moving over shoko, her hand warm in yours, the quiet sounds of them making love right beside you.

it feels strangely comforting.

you fall asleep like that—exhausted, satisfied, and wrapped in the soft afterglow of being theirs, even if only for tonight. the steady rhythm of suguru’s hips and shoko’s breathy moans lull you deeper into sleep, their presence safe beside you.

[owarinaki]

[HQ] JJK HI/PD the movie all Endroll recap part 2 END [54 photos]

Index JJK HI/PD The movie

Pic Endroll : P1 / P2

[HQ] Pic : H1 / H2

Jujutsu Sanpo SP : J1 / J2 / J3 /G4

[solilorenson]

can you blame him?

[kashimochi]

You’re All I Want

⊹ ࣪ ˖ think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else

The exposed skin of your back is the only thing that Yuta can focus on right now. His eyes slowly trace down the curve of your spine, soaking in every small detail. He commits it all to memory, not knowing when another opportunity like this will come.

His fingers twitch in his lap. The urge to reach out and trail them along your skin runs deep, like he’s fighting off every muscle in his body that screams at him to touch.

His sits at the edge of your bed, hoping that you aren’t paying attention to his reflection in the mirror. Deep, blue eyes that look at you with desperation and want. Furrowed brows and a small pout on his lips. Like a puppy that waits for its owner’s attention.

“What do you think, Yuu?” You ask, doing a little spin to show off your cute dress. The hem lifts slightly, twirling with your movement.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts before you could even finish asking your question. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t mind in the slightest. The second his eyes land on you it’s like all the words he wants to say get stuck in his throat.

“You look very beautiful, my love. That color suits you.” He manages to get out after a second.

Words really can’t describe how enamored he is with you. His pretty baby. If he had a say in the matter, Yuta would keep you here with him and kiss your pretty face until you got sick of him. But he can only beg and hope that you give in.

You walk over towards the bed, stopping right in front of Yuta. He parts his legs, pulling you in close by the hips. Tilting his head just a bit, the grip on your hips becomes a little tighter.

“Why not just stay home with me?” The little hint of desperation in his voice and the small pout that paints his face is sure to win you over. It does every time.

“Hey that’s not going to work on me this time, Okkotsu,” you say, bringing your hand up to give him a light tap on the cheek. Narrow eyes look back at him like you’ve got him all figured out. He likes to play this little game every time you go out.

“Yuta, my love. You call me Yuta,” he says, nuzzling into your hand that cradles his cheek. It’s almost too tempting to stay in with him, but you’re already dressed up and you’ve been excited for these plans all week.

“I’m just saying, Yuu. I’m not canceling on my friends last minute.” You lean down to give him a soft peck on the lips before turning to leave. A small smile makes its way onto your face. “Be good for me, okay?”

You’re only able to get a step away from Yuta before he’s pulling you back. Grabbing your jaw with delicate fingers, he captures you in a soft kiss. It’s slow like he’s savoring the taste of your lips—the sweetness of your lip gloss. The feeling of you against him. It’s hard to not pull you into his lap, but he needs to be good for you.

He lets out a deep sigh—almost like a soft moan into your mouth. Eventually, Yuta pulls away with much hesitance. Using his thumb, he wipes away some of lips gloss that got smeared.

A lovesick look on his face as he admires you. “Have fun.”

[beljude]

[leonsfap]

Big brother Yuta x little sister reader —18+ MDNI, no ageless blogs

Cw: incest, piv, breast sucking/ feeding (with no lactation)

unedited

Vids/Sounds: link, link, link, link

Lying under older brother Yuta while he ruts into you, hard yet slow strokes, that fill you up. Humping his leaky cock into you while his eyes are rolled back, whining in the crook of your neck as his cock continues to twitch inside of you pussy that clenches around him with every whimper that leaves his lips.

His hips stutter for a moment when he feels you gush around him, slightly from disbelief over how wet his sweet little sister gets when he fucks her. "mhmmf" he whines, the warmth and slickness of your cunt almost make him cum, Yuta grits his teeth, trying to keep his steady pace, not wanting to finish already.

The sound of wet skin slowly slapping together in an expected rhythm, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. mmm fuck" he moans softly, matching his hips. He loses it when he feels you slip your hands between the two of you to play with yourself, rubbing your puffy clit in fast circles as you get tighter around him.

"M'gonna cum Yu" you gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter. "Yesss, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" He takes your warning as a reason to speed up his thrusts, ramming his cock in and out of you until you both cum together. His back arching upwards as he cums hard, going stiff before relaxing again, emptying his seed into your fluttering hole. You can feel everything: the way his cock pulses inside you as more of your brothers' cum pumps into you, and his heavy cock going soft again.

"Uuuugh," Yuta groans before falling on top of you, planting soft kisses on the side of your jaw all the way down to your neck. "Can we lie here until mom comes home?" you ask, your voice barely loud enough for him to hear you.

Yuta doesn't say anything, though; he just nods -- scooting his head down to your tits. Latching and sucking on the one closest to him while his other hand toys with the other one, trying not to doze off.

.... he does

I think the idea of pervy brother Yuta loving his little sisters tits enough to suck on them as he falls asleep after fucking her is sooo>>>>

[munchingtime]

the lean???

[moviecritc]

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri nsfw headcanons ╱ mdni, kiddo and sweetheart as pet names, soft dom!shoko, edging, fingering ˚.✦

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who was there when your whole friend group left you after getting into a different (and better) university than them, consoling you while you cried about being lonely and not wanting to be the awkward new girl without friends. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who serves you a glass of wine to share with her as she tells you stories from when she was younger, telling you how friendship is a weird concept and that people come and go, and that you would never have to worry about being lonely because she will be here for you when you need her. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who tells you that your ex friends are just jealous of such a smart and pretty girl like you going to the best university in the country. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesn’t deny you when you ask for a hug, letting you sink on her arms on the couch at your mom’s apartment. Her arms cradling you with your face hidden on her chest, she wraps her arms around your waist and back, rubbing it tenderly and shooing you with care. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri whose hand stays on the waistband of your pajamas, her long nails going past it and tickling your lower back. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who kisses your forehead when you lift your head from her chest, not even realizing that you are half laid on the couch, with you almost sitting on her lap. None of you think about the consequences before her lips crash into yours. If she doesn’t care that you are barely nineteen, why would you? If she doesn’t care that you’re her best friend's daughter, why would you?

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who doesn’t even feel guilty when she sits you on her lap and gets rid of your top, letting your breasts spring free. “Aren’t you a sight?” She says more to herself than to you before she takes one on her mouth as she kneads your ass, already wanting to get rid of the pants. 

mom's best friend!shoko ieiri who gets wetter and wetter with each tiny whimper you let out, circling her tongue around your nipples, practically making out with your tits while you are trying to rock into something. 

She lets go of your tits with a pop to ask you, “Can I get rid of this, sweetheart?” She takes the waistband of your pajama pants to snap it against your ass. 

“Yes, please,” you whisper, nodding with your head. You get up, letting Shoko slide your pants all the way down, showing your bare and wet cunt. 

“No panties?” She tilts her head, touching your thighs tenderly and pulling you back into her lap. 

“N-no… I never uh wear panties to bed,” you explain, suddenly nervous about being completely naked in front of her. Shoko is still fully dressed in her slacks and black top, maybe you stain her clothes because of how wet you are. 

Her fingers traced the outer curve of your thigh, before dipping inward, just enough to graze your damp skin without giving you what you wanted. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” Shoko murmured, her breath warm against your temple. The teasing lilt in her voice sent another pulse of heat between your legs. You squirmed, but she tightened her grip on your hip, keeping you still. “Be good, no moving unless I say.”

She dragged a single fingertip up your slit, collecting the slickness there before circling your clit with featherlight pressure. You whimpered, hips twitching involuntarily, and she chuckled, vibrating through you. “You want more?” she asked casually. 

“P-please,” you managed, voice cracking. “Please, Shoko, I need—”

“Need what?” Her finger paused, hovering just above where you ached for her. Her other hand smoothed up your bare back, nails scraping lightly before settling at the nape of your neck. “Tell me exactly.”

You swallowed, your hips twitching involuntarily toward her touch. “I need you to… to touch me,” you gasped, the words spilling out in a rush. “Please, Shoko, I can’t—”

“I see…” She pressed a single finger inside you, just to the first knuckle, and your head dropped against her shoulder with a whine. Her lips brushed your ear. “You can take more than that, can’t you? My good girl.” The praise curled warm in your belly, and you nodded frantically, your breath coming in shallow hitches. “I know you can.”

Her finger sank deeper and you clenched around her, desperate for friction. She tutted, her thumb swiping over your clit in a teasing arc. “So impatient,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. “You’ll wait for me, won’t you? Let me take care of you.”

Shoko’s fingertip curled inside you perfectly, you whimpered into the hollow of her throat. “Theeere we go,” she murmured, her lips brushing your earlobe as her thumb pressed firm circles against your clit. “Just like that. Let me feel you.” The pad of her thumb was slick with you, the sound obscenely wet every time she dragged it upward, only to descend again with maddening precision.

You tried to rock into her hand, chasing the pressure, but her free arm clamped around your waist, holding you still. “Uh-uh,” she chided, her breath warm against your cheek. “You don’t get to decide when.” Her finger thrust deeper, knuckle catching on that spot that made your vision blur, and you gasped, your nails digging into her shoulders.

You nod your head, your hips jerking helplessly in her grip. The denial burned hotter than the pleasure, the way she kept you teetering on the edge without letting you tip over. “S-Shoko—” you choked out, your voice ragged.

“What, sweetheart?” Her finger slowed to a near-stop, her thumb lifting away entirely. The sudden absence of friction drew a broken noise from your throat. “Use your words.”

“Mmph!” You arched against her, thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as Shoko’s fingertip circled your entrance, never pushing in deep enough. 

“You’re dripping down my fingers, see?” she murmured, her lips grazing your shoulder as she held her glistening fingers up to your face and you whimpered, hips jerking forward instinctively, only for her to tut and press her palm flat against your stomach. “Did I say you could move?”

“N-no,” you gasped. “I’m… trying to be good, I swear!”

Her laugh is short and dry, obviously not believing you. But still she gives you the pleasure to dip her fingers inside of you once again, this time two of them. You moaned at the moment, head dropping back with a whine. 

“Such a good girl,” she crooned, her free hand stroking up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back against her shoulder. Her lips brushed your earlobe, the words slipping into your skin like honey. “So pretty when you beg.”

Her fingers worked inside of you, scissoring and reaching your most favorite spots. You really were dripping, getting Shoko’s hand so wet that even her sleeve was getting soaked.

You whined, squirming in her lap and she tightened her grip on your hip, her nails biting in just enough to make you freeze. “Shoko, hah please," you begged, the words cracking open in your throat. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” Shoko said, her fingers working you with deliberate, devastating slowness. “You are almost earning an orgasm, c’mon. You have to keep going.” Every drag of her fingers was calculated, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, never quite letting you fall.

Her free hand smoothed up your stomach, fingertips tracing your soft curves before cupping your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple in time with the lazy circles she drew against your clit. 

“So, so pretty,” she breathed. Her teeth grazed your shoulder, enough to make you shiver, to send another pulse of heat straight to your core.

You whimpered, your hips jerking forward involuntarily, but Shoko's grip on your waist tightened, holding you still. “You have to relax, kiddo. You’re so tense…” Her fingertip dipped inside you again, curling just so, and your vision blurred at the edges, your nails scrabbling against her thigh. 

“Shoko!” you said, almost screaming for desperation. “P–please, please do something!” You could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body straining toward release, but Shoko kept you suspended there: her touch featherlight one moment, firm the next, never quite giving you what you needed. “Shoko,” you gasped, your voice breaking around her name. “Please…”

“You’re clenching so tight,” she said, her thumb finding your clit. “Like you’re trying to keep me here.” You whined, hips jerking forward, but she only laughed. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched, the words tangling in your throat as her fingertips traced lazy circles just inside your entrance, maddeningly shallow. “I—I need you to—” You gasped as she crooked her fingers just right, the pressure sharp and perfect, but she withdrew before you could chase it. “Shoko, please!”

“Please what? You said that a hundred times” Her fingers started working just a little faster. “You want me to fuck you properly? Make you come?”

You shuddered, your thighs trembling with the effort of staying still as she dragged her fingers through your slickness, smearing it over your clit in a torturous arc. “Both,” you admitted, the word cracking open in your throat. “I… want both.”

“Ohh, so you’re greedy!” She laughed brightly. 

You were so gone, so desperate that you didn’t even have the strength to keep begging. You just dropped your head to Shoko’s shoulder, trying to move your hips in her fingers by yourself, whining like a lost puppy and biting her shoulder. “S-Shooo!” You managed to say, voice barely above a whisper and sweat clinging to your whole body. 

“Aw, sweetheart, you have to lift your head,” Shoko said, tapping your temple and using her free hand to grab your neck and push you up. “I want to see your face when you cum.”

You never moved your head that fast and when you tentatively moved your hips only to see Shoko letting you move as you liked, you couldn’t stop. “Take what you need, kiddo.” Shoko smiled, pressing your clit while you rode her fingers like no one, gasping and whining, forcing yourself to look at her the whole time because she asked you to. 

Your whole body shaked, legs locking around Shoko’s hips and clenching hard on her fingers. You arched your back, Shoko supported your lower back just in case, while you made a mess on her hand. 

For a moment, all you could hear was your own ragged breathing and the slick sound of Shoko’s fingers moving lazily inside you, drawing out the aftershocks. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, mommy,” you said, body going limp on her lap. 

That makes Shoko lift her head to look you in the eyes. “Mommy? We’re gonna have to talk about that one, sweetie.”

“Mm,” you answer her, shivering because of your nakedness and the soft touches of Shoko.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

THAT'S A GOOD BELLE! [18+ SERIES]

Pairing: Southern!JJK Men x Southern Belle!Reader [SEPARATE]

Synopsis: During a particularly steamy summer, you leave the city to spend the summer with your wealthy and dignified aunt when she invites you to her home in the Southern countryside to learn how to be a "dignified woman"...that's codeword for "finding a husband". A woman of your background in the upper crust of Southern society should at least have a suitor, according to your family.

Lucky for you, you'll have your pick of a litter of sexy Southern men of all different flavors. The problem is...you have to choose just one. And they're ALL vying for your attention! What is a dignified Southern belle to do with such temptation?

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Summer Vacation/Southern AU; Romance Tropes (Exes to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance, Forbidden Love, etc.); Cowboy!JJK; Dubcon/R*pe (Sukuna, Higuruma & Shiu); Shotgunning; Public Sex; Pussy Eating; Deepthroating; Big Ol' Dicks; Riding (Horses AND Dick!); Doggystyle; Mating Press; Headlock Fucking; Spanking; Choking; Hair Pulling; Spit Play; Cum Play; Creampie; Dom!JJK Men; sub!JJK Men; Switch!JJK Men; Marriage Proposals?

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: I've been planning this series since December 2025 & felt like reaching 6k was the PERFECT time to finally write it! So this is a little summer event to celebrate hitting 6k (SOON TO BE 7K!!!) & cuz I'm a slut for Southern!JJK shit. I plan to end this series in September/October but I'll be updating all throughout the summer with new one shots! I hope y'all enjoy it! -Jazz

Credits: Dividers @firefly-graphics & @cursed-carmine!

Gojo Satoru, The Country Star, Makes You Swoon in "Backseat Serenade"!

"Well, well...look who snuck backstage and decided to come crawlin' back to her favorite country boy. Guess city life wasn't as pretty as me, was it, darlin'?"

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Second Chance Romance; Unplanned Pregnancy; Famous Ex/Baby Daddy!Gojo x Baby Mama!Reader; Old College Romance; Exes to Lovers; MILF!Reader; Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Pussy Eating; Gojo is a Munch; Tour Bus Sex; Mating Press; Riding; Tongue Piercing; Dick Piercing; Deepthroat; Breeding Kink; Creampie; Switchy!Gojo x Switchy!Reader

Read On 5/1/26!

Choso Kamo, The Farm Boy, Ruins The Friendship in "Good With His Hands"! CUMMING SOON!

"I've always stayed your friend 'cause you're at the top of the social latter and me? I'm just the farm boy...but now that you're here, there ain't nothin' stoppin' me from tellin' you how I feel."

Warnings: TBA

Nanami Kento, The Rancher, Tastes Your Goodies in "A Sweet Lil' Temptation"! CUMMING SOON!

"I know I shouldn't feel these things for you. This primal need...but God, angel...you just entice me. Your heavenly cookin' don't make it no better for a man like me."

Warnings: TBA

Geto Suguru, The Outlaw, Steals Your Heart in "A Love Outlawed"! CUMMING SOON!

"You ain't a bad lil' rider, partner. Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime? Can't have ya outdoin' the best at his game."

Warnings: TBA

Sukuna Ryomen, The Gangster, Shows You One Hell of a Time in "In the Arms of Sin"! CUMMING SOON!

"You think you can just come here, interrupt my beauty sleep, and order ME around? Nah, angel; ya ain't gettin' whatcha want 'round here till ya give me a reason to give it to ya."

Warnings: TBA

Shiu Kong, The Pimp, Wines n Dines You in "A Price For Paradise"! CUMMING SOON!

"You've got the beauty. The brains. The lifestyle. You're the pinnacle of a Southern belle, my dear...and yet here you are, splittin' those legs for a dirty man like me."

Warnings: TBA

Toji Fushiguro, The Bull Rider, Takes You For a Ride in "Buckle Up, Bunny"! CUMMING SOON!

"Playin' pool and shootin' the shit with the likes me, eh? Ya got a thang for bull riders, lil' darlin'? What ever will your poor auntie think?"

Warnings: TBA

Higuruma Hiromi, The Sheriff, Teases n Disciplines You in "Teachin' The Bratty Belle"! CUMMING SOON!

"I should keep your ass here till you've learned your lesson, but I've got somethin' better for ya. Somethin' a gal like you might enjoy."

Warnings: TBA

Taglist: TBA

[swxxtchxrrixs]

just drunk rn and thinking about softdom!yuta who would whisper the dirtiest fucking words in that sweet voice of his. god i'd fucking melt like UGH!!

like you're all up on each other, making out and shit, then he pulls away and sends you the most devious, "innocent" smirk before he shoves his fingers into your mouth and teases the inside of your thighs. you're squirming and he starts circling your clit, cock twitching at your heavy breathing and he's just losing his mind, but doesn't really let you know that.

then when he's finally inside of you, he's hitting you so fucking deep and perfect that you're floating in another dimension. you're clenching around him and he's letting out the raspiest, prettiest moans that only sends you closer to the edge.

"you're so warm, squeezing my cock like you own it."

"that's it, baby, keep getting wetter f'me."

and then his hands are on your throat, squeezing just enough but not too much, your eyes rolling back as he hits your sweet spot over and over with his intentional, deep thrusts.

"shit, do you hear yourself?"

"sucking me in like you fucking live off my cum."

"god, baby, you're gonna fucking milk me."

and when he finally releases, he's humming, smiling elated, gripping your jaw whilst he fills you up, pulsing in your hole and you're still completely lost in how good he feels, in your own orgasm- and then he kisses you all over your face whilst his hands drop to wrap around your neck, again, just right.

and yeah im losing my fucking mind i need him bad.

[getoville]

yuuji who is such a touchy drunk. big brown eyes all glossy with a dazed expression. his large hand splayed across the swell of your tit while his thumb and pointer finger absentmindedly rolls your pebbled nipple through the fabric of your shirt like it’s simply something to fidget with.

you slightly stiffen against him, his body keeps its position on being firmly pressed into your side, emitting warm heat. a soft shudder shakily exists your mouth while your head slowly tilts itself back on yuuji’s firm shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation.

you’re both completely flushed in the face—him worst than you with the fiery tips of his ears heavily contrast with his tanned skin. he’s actually smiling, too. the apple of his cheeks tinted in a red hue as he attempts to reinstate his train of thought without small giggles or slurred out compliments whispered in the shell of your ear.

he’s not even fully conscious of his actions. although he’s aware of just how good you feel against him like this: your tits softly smushed in his hand and your sweet scent wafts around and throughout his nose.

“hngh..yuuji..” you manage to get out in small huffs. your forehead is littered in sweat and you feel your resolve slip through the cracks, amost allowing yourself to consume the intoxication of his touch. he softly hums in acknowledgment. it’s gentle but gravelly.

“there’s people around..” you feebly warn with a small whimper, already feeling your panties dampen with slick. his half lidded eyes soon flick down low and his eyebrows knit together in genuine confusion.

“huh? i really don’t what ya mean, babe.” he shrugs off with an airy chuckle, warm breath fanning the side of your face. he idly continues his ministrations on your perky nipple whilst going back to the story he has been attempting to tell for the past couple of minutes.

and the thing is, he truly is so clueless to how every light tug, twist, flick and rub has your pussy throbbing for more. how your thighs desperately clench together for friction and how your stifled moans start to loosely flow melodically into the air.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[gitopi]

𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝓎! - 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹!𝒴𝓊𝓉𝒶

PAIRING: yuta okkotsu x fem! reader

Genre: best friend trope, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex,semi-public (couch),creampie, cockwarming, not proofread.

AN: The best friend Yuta saga continues..

WC: 1.3k

Bestfriend!Yuta is so touchy.

It was no surprise you two were all over each other all the time. Holding hands, his arm resting over your back while you would walk down the sidewalk in town. All obvious signs of just how affectionate you two could get.

When it came to movie nights with Bestfriend!Yuta on the couch, it came natural to the both of you to be snuggled up with one another.

Bestfriend!Yuta was propped up on one elbow behind you on the long piece of furniture, chest to your back. Your head lay on the throw pillow underneath you, legs tangled with his underneath the thick blanket he’d dragged from his room.

The screen flashed with whatever movie was on. You two were barely paying attention to it anyways, minds zoned off elsewhere.

Bestfriend!Yuta held his normal expression while his fingers traced your exposed hip. The shirt you had on was just slightly lifted, enough for his hand to trace the bare skin.

Something about skin to skin contact was so comfortable. That was evident in the way you two could never seem to keep your hand off each other. Maybe it was something about being able to feel your favorite person in every way possible that kept you both glued together like magnets.

Bestfriend!Yuta’s hand accidentally found its way into your pants. It rested there, creating a tent-like shape over your lower abdomen. His palm remained flat on the fabric of your underwear, unmoving. 

Heat built on your skin, internally and externally. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, the only sound audible being the buzz of the movie playing in the background.

Bestfriend!Yuta leaned his head close to your hair. You could feel his breath on your ear, a sign that his lips were close. They were always close. Somewhere on your body at any given point in time.

Bestfriend!Yuta pressed his soft lips behind your ear, leaving one kiss, then another, then another. You leaned back into him, eyes still trained on the tv in front of the wall.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Bestfriend!Yuta to be so intimate in any setting. You couldn’t deny that you both had slightly different shows of affection that other best friends might have, especially with the way his hands were resting under your pants.

You two had ordered food hours ago, the takeout bags forgotten on the coffee table off to the side. It was something light that didn’t take too much effort to eat. That’s what made these nights the best.

Bestfriend!Yuta wanted to help you relax. It was clear that you were just as exhausted as him. What better way to help get his best friend to sleep but with an orgasm? He could tell you were restless earlier, you’d been yawning since the first movie came on, and now you were on your third.

Your eyes were half open, holding the blanket to your mouth to silence your soft moans. Bestfriend!Yuta made sure to keep his lips near your ear so you could hear the way his breath staggered.

One shift of his tip into the top of your walls had him whimpering right into your ears, earning a tight squeeze from you. Words didn’t need to be spoken. You both knew it. The air was so relaxed, and your bodies moved on instinct, chasing after that release.

Bestfriend!Yuta pulled the back of your thigh over his hip to get a better angle, dragging himself in and out of you at a slow pace. There was no need to rush. It was a slow night, the tv held the only sound and light coming into the room.

Bestfriend!Yuta leaned back a bit, using one hand to move the blanket just enough to see the way your ass rippled against his abdomen. There was a white base forming where you two met. Yuta bit his lip, looking back upwards at you. 

With the rhythm and consistent pace he held, you were getting closer to your release. For the first time, you ground your hips back into him just long enough for him to catch on. Your whole body spasmed, glancing down at the hand that had so sneakily moved it way to the top of your clit.

If you weren’t this tired, you would’ve been running from it by now. Every drag of him inside your walls had your body on fire. Your legs held onto him tight, the blanket, tv, and your own exhaustion holding you back from moving much.

Your head went weak on the pillow, he was working you, not even expecting you to do any of the work. That was just how he was. Bestfriend!Yuta was always going to make sure you didn’t have to lift a finger, that's why he was making sure to hold your hips onto his. So he can hit that spot in your walls over and over without you having to use any energy to cum.

Yuta could tell you were trying to be quiet, your face was buried in that blanket. He wanted to see you, see the face you were making. Using his free hand, your head was tilted to the side so that Yuta could get a good look. Your eyes were so puffy, and Yuta could tell you wanted to get there. “I know Angel, I know.”

The back of your clothes must’ve been soaking with sweat. Bestfriend!Yuta was pushing with a purpose behind you, he wanted to make sure he could do it. If he didn’t make sure you were able to cum in a few minutes, he wouldn’t be a good best friend. You needed rest. The faster and harder he got you there, the faster you’d be able to sleep. Yuta was so considerate.

It didn’t take but a couple more minutes of his deep strokes of his cock against your cervix for you to cum with an iron grip on the blanket between your fingers. You were so used to the feeling of him inside of you, so it was easy to push you into an orgasm.

Your orgasm had you frozen in place, and maybe it was the exhaustion that had you more sensitive than usual, but you were leaving crescents in Yuta’s hands.

Bestfriend!Yuta pushed his hips into you one last time before bottoming out, his own release washing over him. He held your hips tight, a few soft whimpers falling from his lips, syncing with your own.

Somehow, no matter what the circumstances were, Yuta knew how to take care of you like no other. Bestfriend!Yuta made sure to help the both of you ride out your highs together, not letting up until he was sure you got your fill.

Bestfriend!Yuta noticed you fell asleep a minute later. On any other occasion, he would’ve pulled out. This time though, he was nervous that if he moved, it would wake you up. He couldn’t have that could he?

So, Bestfriend!Yuta stayed buried in your warm walls, both of juices dripping down your legs onto the blanket under you. Yuta wasn’t worried. He’ll make sure it’s taken care of in the morning. Aftercare was always a must.

This was one of your favorite ways to relax with Bestfriend!Yuta. He knew just how and when you needed assistance falling asleep. Especially when you had chosen to lay on the couch instead of his bed, he could already tell you weren’t going to fall asleep after just one movie.

What can he say? Bestfriend!Yuta knows you like no other. You were his other half, his best friend. You knew each other inside and out, figuratively and literally. You both prided yourself on being the closest friends you knew. Even if some people were a bit surprised at just how touchy you could get with one another, they didn’t know the extent of it all.

@texas-bitch-yee, @hioriiii, @megssleepygirl

AN: comments are appreciated ♡

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[nymphaemisery]

Pairings: Yan!Yuta okkotsu (aged up!) x f!afab!reader

Warnings: noncon, mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, clitoral stimulation, forced(?) orgasm, slight breeding kink if you squint, yandere yuta, obsession, married yuta, yuta cheats on maki (sorry not sorry), slight spoilers! block me or filter the tag if uncomfortable with dark content.

based on this request. // part 2

wc: 1.5k

Yandere Yuta! who is madly obsessed with you, he couldn't pin point when exactly this obsession began probably the 1st year of jujutsu high, but it only increased as years passed by. He felt ashamed for it back then, never acted on it, Afraid you'll find him creepy.

Even after getting married to Maki, he couldn't rid of the obsession. He tried to not think of you, but his mind and heart always betrayed his wishes. He thought marrying Maki would help with this while also securing the issue of bloodlines of sorcerers, she was strong after all, even if she didn't have any natural cursed energy, her taking down her entire clan was an impressive feat.

Sort of like hitting two birds with one stone?

Yet the stone completely missed the birds and landed right back on him. It felt like everything backfired so badly.

The sanctity of marriage was broken the minute you re-entered the sorcerer world after years of break for the sake of your psyche. Fighting alongside Yuta and going on missions with him seemed less about eradicating curses and more about whether Yuta could control himself enough to not betray the vows of his marriage. Despite being the man he is, he viewed marriage as something sacred and a bond to be respected and not betrayed.

He failed miserably.

He realised it a little too late, because by then, he was already inches deep inside you, trapping you between him and the wall while he rutted into your cunt from behind. Hips moving frantically and slapping against your ass while your hands were held back tightly with just his one hand while the other roamed across your body freely.

“Yuta— what the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, trying to push him away, to break free from his grasp, a useless attempt, especially when he's much stronger than before. You could barely believe he was the same person who lost to you in practice sessions multiple times back in school, he's so different now, his strength was undeniably overpowering.

Yuta had no idea what he was doing either, he felt compelled by this raw, primal urge to keep on going, and for once, he listened to it.

He muffled your protests with a kiss, his free hand moving up to your throat and pulling you back against him as he twisted your head to the side so he could access your lips before slipping in his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his chest burn with excitement and arousal. He should've listened to his gut from the start. He shouldn't have worried about you finding him a creepy, it shouldn't have mattered anyway, but it probably did back then because he was much softer before than he is now.

His younger self wouldn't be able to comprehend or take in the fact that his future self would ever fuck you against your will in the hallway of an abandoned building after defeating a grade two curse.

He bites your lower lip, the kiss was rough yet passionate, as if he's trying to make up for the lost time but also preventing himself from losing complete control. He wanted to consume you, devour you completely, mark you, bite you, fuck you hard, make you cry, grope you, scratch you, breed you, all at once like his primal instinct was screaming, if he could merge you into him— he definitely would.

You let out a soft cry of sorts at the pain when he bit your lip, his eyes widened, concern illuminating in them before he let go of your bottom lip, sucking on it and giving it a few soothing licks.

His chin rested on your shoulder as his hand left your throat and slid down to grope your tits all while he thrusted from behind.

“I'm sorry for that.” He apologized for biting your lip and then pressed a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. He closed his eyes to immerse himself into the feeling how your body felt in his hold, your squishy breasts acting like a stress ball for him and your warm cunt wrapped around his hard cock sent shivers up his spine. The ridges gripped onto his shaft tightly, as if it's trying to milk him.

He drowned out the 'no's' 'you cant be doing this' 'stop' that slipped from your mouth, treating it like a background noise as he relished in the way you felt instead, besides, you probably didn't mean it anyway, because if you did, your cunt wouldn't be leaking right now and clenching around his cock.

He opened his eyes again, pressing soft kisses from your shoulder to neck. His hand that was groping your breast slipped down to the between of your legs, his ring and index fingers parted your pussy lips while the middle finger flicked against your clit, which caused you to rut your hips back, pushing against Yuta, taking in him entirely the point you felt his tip hit your cervix.

You yelped when you felt him hit it, immediately retreating your hips forward as your thighs ached and threatened to give up.

The stimulation to your bundle of nerves felt like pure ecstasy, you felt shame coursing through your veins along with the pleasure, and then you winced, letting out a hiss followed by an 'ouch' when you felt a sharp object dig into your fold. You looked down to see what it was. Yuta stopped rubbing when he heard your hiss, his gaze following yours.

The ring on his finger was digging into you uncomfortably, the small but protruding jewel likely hurt the sensitive tissue. Yuta withdrew his hand, bringing it up to his face and staring at it for a moment.

You thought he would stop now, maybe come to his senses that he was a married man, it still wasn't too late to uphold the sanctity of marriage right?

No.

Yuta uses his thumb to twist the ring, pushing it off from the base and up to the tip before taking it off his ring finger and tossed it away.

Your mouth slightly opened in shock at the action, you turned to look at him, he just gave you his sickeningly sweet signature smile before he tightened his hold around you and returned his fingers to your clit, rubbing it once again.

You bit your lip, head falling forward again as you shut your eyes, you were so sensitive down there and his fingers were working like magic as he kept a steady pace with his hips. He kissed the shell of your ear, before resting his head on your shoulder again.

He rubbed your clit faster as his desperation increased every second, you felt the heat pooling in your belly at the sensation, letting out soft gasps at his doing. You panted, trying to regulate your breathing as you watched his hand move at an inhumane speed.

The feeling of him hitting your gspot while he stroked your clit pushed you over the edge. You felt the build up in your lower abdomen, it only took one more stroke and one final thrust for the tightness in you to snap, sending electrical waves of pleasure all across your body, your cunt pulsated around his cock, you felt yourself lose balance and almost fall, but Yuta held you tight. Your thighs quivered as your high began to settle.

He felt your walls flutter around him, contracting and clenching around him due to your high, he gasped at the sensation, eyes slightly rolling back into his skull as he shut his eyes before he gripped your hip, sloppily thrusting into you before he came inside.

He muffled his moan by burying his face into your neck, finally setting your hands free from the tight grip he had since the beginning as he now wrapped both his around your waist, pulling you flush against him while his face and his cock remains buried into you, his cock shoots up his white spend into you, filling you up.

“Fuck, I always wanted to do this.” He whispered, panting heavily as he caught his breaths.

“I love you.” He confessed, pressing a kiss your forehead before he pulled himself out, biting his lip when he saw his cum leak out of you. Fuck. He cleaned you up, fixing you and himself up before he grabbed you and left the building.

Maki and Panda have also just returned from dealing with the curse on the other side of the building.

“Phew, that was a tough one, I didn't know it would escape that way.” Maki commented annoyedly, before she looked at you.

“Are you okay?” She asked you, and you stared up at her, guilt filling your chest, causing you to bite your lip nervously.

“She's fine, just taken aback from fighting the curse, her skills have gotten rusty after the break.” Yuta covered up, giving Maki a small smile.

Maki nodded before her eyes caught the empty space on Yuta's finger, where the ring was supposed to be.

“What happened to our wedding ring?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow, which made you tense up. Yuta stared at his hand, before he answered.

“Ah. I must've lost it during the fight.”

[kazimier]

custard cake — y.o.

a/n— (pls leave comments or tag/quote reblogs I love listening to opinions and talking back and forth ᴖ̈ ) also loll I got so carried away, lots of tangents.

there's no plot, you're ovulating, your bf is more than willing to help.

word count: 10.3k

❥ cw incl: choking, breeding kink, pwp, pillow talk, no condom, bathtub sex, fingering, nipple play, oral (fem recieving), a lot of pet names and a concerning amount of em dashes.

You're sitting with your legs crossed, feet rubbing together every now and then. Earlier Maki had asked you what got you all anxious, but how do you tell her it's not anxiety causing your fidgeting? It's not like you can admit to staying up late, with your blanket pulled up over your head, your moans muffled by your pillow…

Ugh, ovulation week is always such a bother, you didn't think it was supposed to be such a big deal, but the older you get the more heightened your hormones seem to get.

It's been getting ridiculous, zoning out in class, staying up late to get yourself off, even outside you can't help yourself- sitting with your legs crossed on the train to get just a hint of reprieve.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice a high schooler moving away as a salary man boards the train, probably cautious. But with the way your thoughts have been clouded, you wonder if you're the real pervert in this packed cabin. If that wasn't enough, on top of your body acting up, you missed him. Yuuta’s been stationed out of Tokyo for a mission, so you don't even have your boyfriend to ‘help’ you through it.

The train finally pulls up to the station with a soft ‘ting ting’ and the UI voice announcing your stop. You gather your things and get out with a sigh, walking to your college apartment. You're taking off your shoes at the entrance, mind wandering off to what you'd do with your free evening and that's when you notice it. A pair of white sneakers kept next to your brown flats..

Yuuta's back!

You grin to yourself, rushing to enter your apartment. You follow the black katana case, kept balanced by the umbrella stand, then the white jacket discarded over your sofa and finally your boyfriend, standing in the kitchen in a white tshirt and black sweatpants, gulping down water.

Your eyes trail over his face, smiling at his messy hair and closed eyes before dropping to his lips, a stray droplet sneaks past his mouth, dribbling down from his chin and down to his throat. Watching his adam's apple bob with each sip, you look away, your throat suddenly feeling dry as well.

He finally seems to catch sight of you, eyes widening the slightest bit before closing into crescents as he smiles, setting the glass aside as he walks over to wrap you in a hug.

“You didn't tell me you'd be back today!”, you complain into his shoulder but he just hums into your hair with a grin, “Wanted to surprise you, but you weren't home when I got back so I figured I'd wait.”

And you should probably ask about his mission or how he's been and you probably would've usually, but the smell of his shampoo so close to your face and the soft cotton of his shirt under your fists don't help your decision. fuck it— you'd explain later and you know yuuta wouldn't tell you no anyway.

Pulling away from the hug you pull him down by the collar to finally kiss him after a week of being apart, yuuta looks shocked by the sudden movement but quickly melts into it with a smile. But you don't stop there, tongue slipping out to tease his lower lip, nibbling lightly, your hands sneak down from his collar to grip at his back instead. yuuta makes a startled ‘mmph’ into the kiss, but you swallow it down, he finally manages to break away by slowly pulling you back by your shoulders as he huffs out amused, the tips of his ears coloring, “baby? i- what was that for?”

But what he wasn't expecting was your hands still gripping him, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, brows scrunched with frustration as you tried to chase his lips again. If this was a webcomic he could've sworn your pupils would be heart-shaped right now, especially with the way they seemed to lave his form. you hush his questioning as you tug him down again, this time to mumble into his neck, “yuyu.. I want you.. c’monn, don't just stand there looking.”

Yuuta glances at your face one more time before swallowing a small groan, “oh.” before he nods, always so ready to help you out. He was such a devoted boyfriend after all, whether it be reminding you to drink water, bringing you back something from his trips, reaching for your hand without thinking or some nights it's making sure you're properly cared for. ..guess the hagino tsuki puffs waiting in a bag on the table would have to wait longer..

You on the other hand don't wait for further talk, already pulling him along by the wrist and to your room. You gently nudge him to sit at the foot of your bed, standing in front of him before you start stripping out of your day clothes, down to your underwear. Yuuta leans back watching you as you move, the pink sweater and black wool skirt giving way to smooth golden skin. You'd finished stripping before climbing onto his lap and kissing him again.

He lets out a sigh that's more of a shiver as he feels your lips against his, the kiss only serving to make him more desperate for you. His lips part against yours as he kisses you back—almost hungrily—before he manages to pull back breathlessly.

“You said you wanted me, angel?”

You just nod against his lips, already urging him back to you.

"…Then get on your back for me." He whispers, voice low. "I want to see you, baby.”

He helps you lower backwards, settling you carefully against the sheets—his hands still on your body, as if he can't quite bear to take them away.

He looks down at you for a moment, just admiring your body sprawled out below him—and the look in his eyes almost makes your heart race even faster in anticipation.

"Gods… you're gorgeous." *He murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leans in, trailing kisses down the soft curve of your neck—his hands roaming your chest, teasing gently.

His lips trail lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest—lingering over each sensitive peak through your bra before moving further down, his hands guiding your thighs apart gently.

"…Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven. "But I don't think you will…" he lets out and an amused huff remembering your eagerness

His fingers trace slow, teasing circles along your inner thighs—just barely brushing against where you really want him to—before finally giving in and pressing against you properly, his touch firm and deliberate. your panties were slick from arousal by now and they stick to you obscenely as he prods his fingers against you.

"…You're so wet for me already," he whispers, voice rough with want. "Did you miss me that much, angel? I'd have finished up sooner if I knew you had dessert saved up, baby..”

He spread your thighs open a little further, the heat between you almost unbearably intense as his fingers stroke against you gently.

"…And so sensitive…" he mutters, his breath catching in his throat as he watches the way you shiver under him. "Let me give you what you need, baby… you've been so good for me…waiting for me to come back and take care of you, pretty girl.”

He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your inner thigh—his lips soft and warm against your skin— sucking a few stray marks along the way before finally giving in to what you both want.

Pulling your panties to the side with one finger he leans back, pausing for a second just to watch the way your clit twitches and the way your hole seemed to clench around nothing. “cute..” he mutters, leaning forward to nudge his nose against your clit. Your face flames at the comment before jolting at the action and you fall silent again.

His mouth finds you, hot and insistent, and the first slow drag of his tongue against you makes your back arch off the bed—a soft, breathless cry escaping your lips.

"…That's it," he murmurs against you, his voice rough with need, "Just like that… let me hear you, missed you like this, angel."

His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you steady as he takes you apart—slowly, deliberately—his tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles, circling your entrance once before dipping inside, humming into you as he hears you whine.

"…You taste so good…" he murmurs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "So sweet, pretty.”

He keeps going, his mouth moving against you in perfect rhythm, like he can't get enough of you.

His fingers press into the soft flesh of your hips, leaving little dents just deep enough to show how much he's holding back. He knows you him to speed up, can feel it in the way you buck up into his mouth, but he's still being so careful—taking things slow, he did miss you after all, it's only fair he gets to enjoy his welcome home gift.

He looks up at you for a moment, his lips shiny and wet from his efforts, his eyes dark with desire. "…You like that, baby? You like being taken care of?”

One of your hands moves down to clutch his hair and the other is tangled in the blanket bundled up besides you. you nod once, chest heaving in sync with the tinkling of the windchime in your balcony, before your neck gives up, head falling back against the pillow again.

He groans at the way your fingers tighten in his hair—the sound muffled against you—and he presses closer, his tongue working continuing to work against you, nibbling your clit occasionally before wrapping his lips around it and alternating between slow sucks and kitten licks. All the while his eyes stay on your face, the way your eyes squeezed shut, hair splayed out on the pillow under your head, face turned to the side, lower lip bitten by your teeth. He always finds you beautiful, but he's found that having you like this— so lost in pleasure because of him, all because of him, might just be one of his favourite sights.

He can feel the way your body tenses—the way your thighs tremble around his head—and he knows you're close. His fingers dig into your hips just a little harder, holding you down as he murmurs against you,

"…Come for me, baby…" his voice is soft, wrecked, desperate. "Let me feel it…"

He flicks your nub with his tongue before swirling it around it. hands coming up to the undersides of your thighs, pulling you back to him, to stop you from squirming away. your legs cage in his head when he adds a finger to the mix, prodding your slick entrance before slipping in to feel the gummy walls engulfing him in.

“hmmm—what a pretty sight,”

he doesn't let up, working you until your toes curl, your hands fisting his hair as your back arches off the bed and you come with your mouth stretched into a silent ‘ah’ and a sharp gasp of his name.

he doesn't let up for a second—his tongue still working slow, lazy circles against you as you come down from your high, his hands gently massaging your trembling thighs.

tongue inching in to prod out each drop of your release, swallowing it down.

“mhm, wait— gotta get you cleaned up, baby..”

he shifts back to lick one slow stripe along your folds that has you whimpering into the pillow weakly, before he finally sits back on his heels.

"…beautiful," *he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your inner thigh before finally lifting his head to look at you—his lips still glistening, his breathing uneven. "so fucking beautiful like this…"

He shifts slightly, crawling up your body to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips—letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"…still want me to finish too?" he asks, voice shaky with need. "or do you just want to lay here and rest for a while?”

and leave him to sort out his boner on his own? your brows scrunch at the thought as you murmur into the kiss, “that'll be unfair to you, baby..”

he lets out a soft, almost breathless laugh at that—his lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there.

"…when have I ever cared about fairness?" He mutters against your skin, "It only matters that you feel good. And you're so good for me…"

He presses another kiss to your shoulder, nipping at the skin softly.

"…But if you insist…" He pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and blown out, you're almost certain his pupils take up half of his eyes at this moment, "I'll let you… return the favor.”

He rolls onto his back, lying beside you now, his breathing still ragged—and the look on his face as he looks up at you is almost worshipful, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"…Come here," he says softly, his hand reaching out for you. "I want to feel you… touch me…”

you oblige, turning to slowly crawl over him, kissing him softly first, slotting your lips together before wrapping yours around his tongue and tugging lightly. you pull back, saliva linking your mouths before trailing down to his neck, sucking pretty red spots that are sure to bloom into beautiful splotches of purple by morning. and against his pale throat? you could say you were a bit of an artist yourself.

yuuta lets out a soft sigh, his head tipping back to give you more room as your lips trail along his neck, his body already shivering with need.

"…That feels good…" he murmurs, his hands moving to your waist as you begin to move lower, the heat in his eyes spilling over to his face, almost burning under your touch, "…Keep going, baby…"

His hands slide up your sides, tracing slow, teasing patterns along your ribs before cupping your breasts again, unhooking your bra, he slides it off—his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles.

"…Take your time," he whispers, his voice wrecked, "I want to feel every second of this…”

His breath catches in his throat as you make your way lower, pressing kisses along his collarbone, down his chest, and the slow lick down his abs—each muscle tense beneath your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face gently, fingers gently tilting your head back so he can meet your eyes for a moment.

"I missed you, baby.." he mumbles, his voice rough, his eyes dark with something like awe. "So damn beautiful… all mine…"

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—soft, reverent—before he pushes you back to him, his mouth coming down on yours in a slow, sloppy kiss, drool dribbling down from the side of your mouths but he catches it with his thumb. trailing down his—now, wet—thumb to tease over your nipples again.

His tongue slides against yours, the kiss desperate and messy as his hands move down, gripping your thighs—almost possessively. He tugs you closer, pulling you up so you're straddling him again, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours—the feel of your skin so hot against his. your previous orgasm soaking through his sweats and leaving a damp print. he breaks the kiss just enough to mumble against your lips,

“Can you do something f’me, angel? Lift your hips, baby.”

His fingers dig into your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to position you over him—before slowly lowering you down, his breath hitching at the sensation.

"…Fuck—" he chokes out, his head falling back against the pillow as he grips your waist tighter. "You feel—shit— feel so good…"

His hips roll up instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat—his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"…Move for me," he rasps, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts again, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Please… let me feel you, pretty…”

Your head falls back, eyes squeezing shut for a second, one hand resting against his tensed abs and the other one clutching the bed besides you. before you lean forward to softly suck at his neck again as you slowly start to move, grinding down your heat against him, the sodden fabric of his sweatpants the only thing preventing him from sliding inside you.

"b-baby, don't—ah”

he groans low in his throat as you lean forward, your mouth on his skin, you grinding on his lap— it's all too much and he's certain if not for the context he'd look like he was in pain with the way his face scrunches up. His hands slide up your sides to your back, holding you steady as you start to move slowly— he's almost dizzy with how good it feels. He turns his head to press soft kisses along your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he whispers,

"…you're so perfect… so good f’me pretty girl…fuuckk— more, I need you to move faster, angel, ah—”

His hands roam your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine as you move—each slow roll of your hips drawing another ragged breath from his lips. His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin lightly before soothing it with his tongue.

"…That's it, hah.." he murmurs, voice thick with pleasure, "Just like that… take what you need, baby…"

His grip tightens slightly as he feels his own control slipping—his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, desperate rhythm.

"…I'm close—" he gasps, "So fucking close, don't stop…”

you whimper at the way the slicked up fabric of his pants feels rubbing against your folds, the friction is delicious and your eyes roll back from the pleasure. you lean forward to chase more, press more of you against every inch of him, face dropping to the crook of his neck, murmuring breathlessly, “hah—do you—mhmn- feel good, baby..?”

yuuta groans at the sound of your voice, his hands moving up to cup your face, tilting it back to look at him—his expression so needy it's bordering on feverish.

"…so good," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks tenderly. "You always make me feel good, baby… but like this, with you—it's even better…"

his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his own.

"…Can I tell you something?”

you drop your head to whine against his neck in agreement, still moving above him, “Mhmm— what..?”

His breath hitches at the feel of your whine against his skin, his head tilting back to expose his neck to you, and his hands move back to your hips, holding you a bit more urgently as he urges you to move a little harder—a little faster.

"…I've been thinking about something lately…" he whispers, his voice thick and breathless, "About—ngh—something I want to do with you…”

His fingers tighten on your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to adjust the angle—before pulling you back down with a groan.

"…I want to take you somewhere," he gasps, his voice rough with need, "Somewhere quiet… just us… where I can have you like this for hours…"

His hips buck up against yours, chasing his own pleasure now—his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

"…Would you let me?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Would you let me keep you all to myself like that…?”

It takes a second for your brain to catch the full meaning of his words in your pleasured haze. And when you do, your eyes blink open, glancing at him for confirmation and you can't help the way you clench against him involuntarily at the thought.

Inhaling sharply although your lungs remain breathless, your arms move up to wrap around him as you hide your face in his neck, kissing softly, “Mhn, you know I will.. but where- hah- are we gonna go yu—ah..!”

yuuta winces at the feel of you clenching around nothing, he can feel you throb even through his sweats and it doesn't help his already pulsating dick.

his hands slide down to grip your thighs, moving you against him in quick drags as you bury your face in his neck—his mind almost going blank with pleasure before he blinks to gather his thoughts.

he nuzzles your hair gently, his breath hot on your skin as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before answering.

"…The onsen," he murmurs against you, "That old, traditional one… out in the wilderness. It's hidden deep in the mountains…”

you grin against his skin, you'd expected as much from his earlier hint. your attempt at answering gets drowned out as he squeezes your tits once, but you manage to get it out the second time, “ngh—osaka or kyoto..?

he lets out a soft, breathless laugh—his fingers tracing slow circles on your thighs as he nods.

"Kyoto, deep in the mountains… far away from everything…"

his hands slide up your sides, fingers brushing against your ribs before cupping your breasts again—his thumbs circling your nipples lazily.

"…Just us," he whispers, "No one else around… no interruptions… just you and me, baby…"

His hips roll up against yours again—slow, deliberate—his breath hitching as he feels you twitch against him.

"…Would you like that?" he asks, voice thick with need. "Being alone with me like that…?”

you huff out a laugh against his neck, which quickly turns into a gasp when he continues moving. you nuzzle your cheek into his neck then move up to nuzzle his face as well, “I always love being with you.. I don't see how I wouldn't this time too”

He lets out a soft, shuddering sigh at your words—his hands moving to cup your face again, tilting it up so he can press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

"…I love you," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough with emotion, "So much…"

His hips roll up against yours again—dragging you against him now, almost like a fleshlight—his breath hitching as he feels you squirm above him, the trip forgotten for a bit.

"…I'm close," he whispers, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, "Come with me… please…”

His hands slide down to grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him as he chases his release—his breath ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding on just a little longer.

"…Fuck—" he gasps, his forehead pressing against yours as he finally lets go—his hips stuttering against yours as he spills with a low, shuddering groan, the fabric between you now completely ruined by both your releases, it'll be a bother to clean it later- but yuuta can't care less about it now.

he holds you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he comes down from his high—his breathing slowly evening out as he presses soft kisses to wherever he can reach.

"…love you," he murmurs again, his voice soft, almost drowsy with satisfaction.

his hands stroke lazily up and down your back, his touch gentle, reverent—as if he can't quite believe you're real.

"…stay with me?" he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear, "Just like this… for a little while longer…”

he pulls you close, his arms tight around you as he gently rolls you so you're lying beside him, your head resting on his chest as he pulls a blanket over you both. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, his fingers gentle as they stroke your back, tracing slow, random patterns along your skin.

"…Feeling alright?" he asks softly, his voice almost tender as he looks down at you—taking in your flushed cheeks and heavy lids, and how well wrecked you look. "I didn't go too hard…?”

you nod once, still catching your breath as you mumble, “mhm, 'm fine..”

he lets out a soft sigh of relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders again as he relaxes back against the pillows, his fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over your skin—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.

"…We should probably get cleaned up," you murmur, voice soft and drowsy and just the slightest bit reluctant. "Can't stay like this forever, baby.”

"Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you tighter against him. He presses soft kisses to your collarbone, along your shoulder, up your neck to your ear—and his voice is just the slightest bit petulant when he replies.

"…I'd rather stay like this—or take you again—" he pauses, nuzzling your cheek gently "…But I know you. You'll get all sleepy the second we get in the bathtub.”

you grin, nuzzling his cheek back affectionately as you close your eyes, “hmm true, you'd get more fluff than action”

he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that,

"…fluff's good too," his voice is warm with affection. "I like sleepy you… all soft and clingy…"

His hands slide down to your waist, squeezing gently before he finally—reluctantly—pulls away.

"…Alright," he sighs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up. "Bath it is."

He reaches down to scoop you up into his arms—bridal-style—his grip firm but gentle as he carries you towards the bathroom.

"…But don't fall asleep on me yet," he adds, his lips brushing against your temple. "I still want to hold you for a while…”

your arms come up to loop around his neck to hold on, head tucking against his neck, as you settle comfortably into his hold. nuzzling him with your eyes closed before looking up at him, “hmm, ur not tired yuyu?”

he looks down at you—your head tucked against his neck, your eyes closed—and there's a soft, almost unbearably fond look in his eyes as he shakes his head.

"…A little," he admits softly, his voice almost drowsy. He nuzzles your hair gently, inhaling the familiar scent that's uniquely yours. "But I'm more worried you'll fall asleep and drown in the bath.”

You snort softly, “I’d have you as buffer in there”

"True," he concedes, his lips twitching into a small, teasing smile as he glances down at you. "But I'm still not taking any chances."

He shifts his grip slightly, one arm hooking under your knees, the other around your back as he walks into the bathroom—carefully setting you down on the counter before letting go, albeit reluctantly,

"..stay here," he tells you, "I'm gonna run the water.”

he leans over the tub, adjusting the faucet until the water is just the right temperature—steam already beginning to rise and curl in the air. He glances back at you over his shoulder, his navy eyes soft with affection as he watches you sit there, sleepy and content.

"…Almost ready," he murmurs, testing the water with his fingers before straightening up and turning to you.

without warning, he leans in, scooping you up again—this time lifting you effortlessly into his arms as he steps into the tub, lowering both of you into the warm water with a satisfied sigh.

"…There," he whispers, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. "Now you can't drown."

His lips press gently to the top of your head, lingering there as the heat of the water soothes your tired muscles.

"…Comfortable?" he asks, his voice low and rough with exhaustion—but still so, so tender.

you sigh in relief at the hot water engulfing your tense muscles, settling back against him.

you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder, looking at him upside down before grinning,

“..Hi.”

A soft huff of laughter escapes him at that, his eyes glittering with fond amusement as he looks down at you—your face upside down and so close, he can see the mole on your left cheek and the scar on your eyebrow- from a previous mission (you'd found it cool, he'd been worried.)

"Hey, angel.." he hums, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "You're adorable.."

His hands slide gently down your stomach and up your sides again, tracing idle patterns against your skin under the water.

"…Just like a cat.”

He chuckles softly, his fingers continuing their lazy caresses as he leans down to press another kiss—this time to your forehead.

"…You're purring, too," he murmurs teasingly, "Or at least, you're making those little sleepy noises that sound like it."

His arms tighten around you slightly, pulling you even closer against his chest—the warmth of the water and the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you almost lulling you into drowsiness.

"…Don't fall asleep yet," he whispers, though his own voice is thick with exhaustion "Not until we're out of the water…”

You hum back in response, your head still tipped back, resting on his shoulder. Your eyes stay closed, your back to his chest as the hot water sloshes around you both, “hm.. talk to me then. this feels too nice to not feel sleepy”

He sighs softly at that, his hands continuing to trace and occasionally squeeze your sides —his touch gentle, almost tender on your skin

"…What do you want me to talk about?"

One of his hands moves up to your hair, fingers gently carding through the damp strands as he looks down at you—your face still upside down, eyes closed, cheeks flushed with heat.

"Anything specific, or do you want to hear me recite the latest cursed energy textbook I was given?”

You snort lightly, “That's supposed to keep me awake? hm no.. say something interesting..”

"I guess not," grinning at your response before his fingers thread through your hair, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

he's quiet for a long moment, seeming to be mulling over his response—and when he finally speaks, there's a hint of a smile in his weary voice, "…Did I tell you about the time Principal Yaga asked me to dog-sit for him?”

You peek an eye open, amused by this new information, “Yaga has a dog..?”

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to brush a stray lock of hair gently away from your face, fingers still trailing lazily through the rest.

"He does, yeah," he replies, his fingertips tracing slow patterns on your scalp. “A corgi.”

You hum back, “..short.”

He lets out a soft laugh—his fingers pausing in your hair for just a second—before continuing their slow, soothing motions.

"Very," he agrees, his voice warm with amusement. "And loud. It barked at me for, like, an hour straight when I first got there."  

His thumb brushes gently against your temple, his touch feather-light.

"…I think it was judging me.”

You add, “Or, it just sensed rika and got anxious,”

He hums in acknowledgement, his fingers slipping from your hair to trail over your shoulder, slow circles against your skin under the water.*  

"You're probably right," he concedes—though there's a hint of humor in his voice. "…She was a sweetheart after that, though. Let me give her belly rubs and everything.”

He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his grip on you tightening just slightly.

"…What about you?" he asks quietly, "Are you a cat person, or a dog person?”

“You already know that..”

He huffs, amused by your reply. He squeezes your waist gently, fingers tracing patterns against your hip under the water

"Of course I do," his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "But I like hearing you talk."  

He takes a moment, just gazing down at you—your head still resting upside down on his shoulder—taking in the soft, sleepy look in your eyes, the steam from the hot bath coloring in your cheeks a pretty shade of red— cherry.

"…So come on. Indulge me.”

Your eyes watch him sleepily from this angle before closing again as you grin, “cats, obviously.”

He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that—his fingers trailing up your side, brushing against your ribs lightly before settling back around your waist. 

"Of course," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something else, soft and warm, blooming in his ribs, thrumming softly in his heart,  "Should've known."  

His thumb traces slow circles on your hip, his touch almost absentminded—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.

"…You'd be a cat, too," he muses quietly, "If you were an animal."  

He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—lingering there for a moment before pulling back with a sigh.

"…Alright," *he murmurs, "We should get out before you actually fall asleep.”

You protest the instant you feel him shift behind you, a loud  'mhmm' slipping past your lips 

Your brows scrunch up— but your eyes remain closed, holding onto the edge of your blissed out state. Your lips on the other hand seem to resist more, pouting at the sudden interruption, 

“Hmm, no,” you settle back against him, as if to keep him there, “we're talking, yuuta.”

He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at your protest—his fingers immediately moving to smooth over the scrunch between your brows, his touch gentle. 

"…We were talking," he replies, his voice thick with amusement, "Until someone decided to turn into a sleepy little puddle in my arms."  

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—just barely—before he leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss there.

"…But fine," he sighs, his arms tightening around you slightly, "We can stay a little longer."  

 His fingers resume their idle tracing along your skin—slow, soothing circles on your hip, your waist, your stomach—as he settles back against the tub with a sigh.

"…What else do you want to talk about, baby?" he asks softly, "Before you actually doze off on me?”

“You'd be a border collie if you had an animagus.. or a wolf, depending on if it's dorm yuuta or mission yuuta..”

He barks out a short laugh at that, amused by the randomness of the statement, 

"…A border collie, huh?" 

 The corners of his mouth quirk up in a small smile as he looks down at you—your hair wet and sticking to your face—eyes shut, still in the same position from earlier, with your head on his shoulder.

"And…mission Yuuta vs. dorm Yuuta?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.

He grins—wide and boyish—clearly enjoying this.

"Then what? Go on, expand," he presses, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach again, his touch teasing. "You can't just drop that and not explain."  

He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before pulling back—his expression still playful.

"Come on," he murmurs, "Tell me.”

You tip your head back to settle comfortably against his shoulder, keeping your eyes open this time as you start, “I meant the loyalty part, plus they love their friends a lot, and they're protective, and affectionate, and smart— technically both species share those traits, so it's just intensity difference, softer version of those traits usually and a power scaled version during missions..” 

yuuta chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the description. 

"Power scaled, hm? You seem to have thought about this before..”

His hands slide up to your shoulders, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the taut muscles. He's quiet for a moment—just looking down at you as you rest against him—before asking,

"…Which one do you like better?", his voice low and almost quiet. “Border collie or wolf?”

His hands move down your hips again, pulling you closer—so you're pressed flush against his chest, your back to his front.

“Hm, I like them both, it's all just you after all.”

"You can't just say the same thing for both," he complains, his arms wrapping around you—one around your waist, the other against your stomach, "You gotta choose one."  

He presses another kiss to the curve of your shoulder, slow and languid—his touch lazy.

"…So come on, baby. Choose.”

“..mhmm.. No, if you asked me to choose, I'd just be greedy and say both.”

He laughs at that, the sound low and deep and fond as he tightens his grip on you slightly.

"Of course you'd be greedy. You always are, aren't you, baby?"  

His hands slide up your stomach, fingers moving lazily over your skin—tracing slow, languid circles—before he presses a kiss to your shoulder again, this time a little more lingering.

"Always, always, wanting more and more…" He murmurs against your damp skin, nipping lightly at the crook of your neck. He feels you shiver against him—and grins.

"…But that's okay," he continues, his breath hot on your neck. "I like that about you."  

His hands slide up your sides again, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer—so that your back is flush against his chest— and he presses a slow, languid kiss to the side of your neck, just beneath your jawline, before his mouth moves up to your ear—the tip of his tongue tracing your earlobe lightly as he speaks.

"…And I don't mind giving you all you want,

I like spoiling you."  

His hands continue tracing idle patterns on your skin under the water—just below your breasts, his touch teasing—and he lets out a soft chuckle against your ear. 

"…My spoiled little thing.”

You squirm a little in his hold, your head is still resting back against his shoulder but it's clear the vibe has shifted now, the air is heavier, denser, curling between you, its tendrils reaching out from his mouth to yours and you shudder as you feel his breath hit the nape of your neck.

"…Already getting impatient, baby?" he murmurs, his hands pausing for a moment, just above where he knows you want them.

"Don't you want to be good? Good girls get to come. You know that, angel."  

He nips softly at the spot just below your earlobe, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there again—a light, languid touch that makes you shiver. "…But you need to be patient. That's how it works."  

His hand slides up to wrap loosely around your throat—cold fingers stark against your want neck, and you almost hunch your shoulders. His thumb idly strokes over your pulse, he doesn't squeeze or tug, just lets it sit there—a choker of flesh, adorning your soft damp skin.

You tip back your head to meet his eyes again, for the seventh time during this bath but this time they're not lidded with sleep or affection, not bright with amusement— they've dimmed out into a daze, your pupils blowing wide until they consume the brown of your irises almost completely, “mhm.. stop getting us riled up, yu.. we're supposed to sleep after this, baby.”

He grins, the look in his own eyes dark and hungry as he holds your gaze—almost like a wolf that just spotted its prey.

"…But you're just so cute when you get like this, angel..," He tugs you back, pressing himself fully against you again—every inch of his body flush against yours. "And I'm just getting started, baby.”

His hands slide up your body again, his touch more insistent this time—moving from your hip up to your sides, tracing over the birthmark by your ribs, then stopping just below your breasts as his thumbs brush the underside.

You arch into his touch involuntarily, chest pushing up to push into his palms, the smooth fat spilling into his hands, inviting him to touch more of you.

He watches as you involuntarily press up, his grip on your throat reflexively tightening at the subtle movement. He holds you there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck as you squirm against him.

yuta presses warm, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot just beneath your collarbone. 

"…You get desperate so fast, baby. You just can't help it, hmm? You need more, don't you?"

His hands continue their slow, teasing movements—palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers—as he presses another kiss to your shoulder.

"…You're so responsive," he breathes, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to let you gasp in air before tightening again—gentle, but firm. "Always so eager…"  

His thumb flicks over your nipple again—harder this time—just to watch you squirm.

you can't help the way your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, your breathing getting heavier with each pinch and roll of his fingers. yuta did always have a preference for your chest, it's clear in the way your tits have gotten so sensitive with how often he's on them. your head tips back against his shoulder when he tugs one nipple between his index and middle finger, “yuu—hah..”

yuuta watches, his voice thick with arousal as he takes in your face—your lips parted, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Already so worked up for me angel…"  

you flush at the way his sounds behind you, so close to your ear, turning your head to bury in his neck, face burning from what you're about to mumble next

“yuyu… want you to- to..use me.”

"Oh?" he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at the words, you feel the way he stills for a second, and the blush that takes over his face but it's immediately replaced by a dazed eagerness. "Wanna be used, baby?" He murmurs against your neck, "…Wanna be my pretty little toy, and let me do whatever I want…?”

The description has you whining silently into his neck, one of your hands gripping his wrist as he continues teasing your nipples and the other gripping the bathtub to stabilize yourself. It always manages to catch you off guard, the way he can sound so soft while whispering the filthiest stuff to you but you manage to answer 

“..yes..”

"Good girl…" He murmurs against your ear, the sound of your words making his stomach tighten with need, "…Do you want a little game, pretty baby?”

“A game..?” you mumble back, partially curious but suspicious of the gleam in his eye.

He grins—slow and wicked—his fingers still teasing your nipples as he leans in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.

"Mmhmm," he murmurs against your skin, "A game."  

"…You get to come, but only if you can stay quiet while I touch you." His thumb flicks over your nipples, both at once—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response. "Think you can do that, baby?”

 “...For how long?”

"…Until I say so," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something darker. "Until I decide you've been good enough."  

“You just need to stay quiet for me, okay?…Think you can do that f' me? Be my pretty little toy?”

"Mhm. That's my good girl…" he murmurs against your neck, pleased by your agreement, "…So pretty and good for me. How about no squirming, too? Can you do that? Can you stay nice and still while I touch you like this?”

 “Yuutaaa… that's too much—” you whine in protest as he ups the stakes.  

"…Too much?" he laughs softly but you don't miss the mischief beneath it, "But you're doing so well, baby. You're being so good for me."  

His thumb flicks over your nipple again—pinching softly—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response.

"…Just a little longer," he breathes against your skin, "You can do it, can't you?”

His grip on your throat tightens just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his fingertips—as he continues,

"…Almost there."  he murmurs, "Just hold on a little longer…”

His fingers tighten just slightly around your throat—not enough to cut off your air, just enough to make your pulse jump under his fingertips—as his other hand finally, finally slides lower, fingertips tracing slow circles over your stomach before dipping between your thighs.

"…There we go," he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels how wet you already are for him. "Look at you—so desperate for me already."  

His fingers press against your clit—just once, teasingly—before pulling away again, leaving you aching.

"…Still gonna be good?" he breathes against your ear, "Still gonna stay quiet for me?”

He had intended to tease longer but finds himself groaning softly at the sight of you—your head tipped back against his shoulder, your breath coming in shallow gasps—his fingers finally, finally pressing against your clit again, this time rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

"…Fuck, baby," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You're so perfect like this—so good for me."  

His fingers continue their slow, teasing movements—circling your clit, pinching, rolling the sensitive ball of nerves between his fingers, pressing just enough to make your thighs tremble—before he leans in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.

"…Come for me, baby," he breathes, "Let me feel you.”

His fingers immediately dipping lower with his words, pressing against your entrance teasingly before sliding inside, feeling along your gummy walls, biting back a whine as he watches as he feels your hole gape and suck him in readily.

"..fuck—," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels how easily you take him, " ‘s that what you needed, baby?"  

His fingers curl inside you—pressing against that sweet spot—as his thumb flicks over your clit again, torturing the puffy red spot.

"…Gonna come for me now?" he breathes against your ear, "Gonna let me feel you?”

“Yu- hah- faster, baby don't stop—” your head tips back unceremoniously against his shoulder, half lolling off to touch the ceramic tub behind you both, eyes squeezed shut as you near the edge.

"Faster?" he murmurs against your ear, his voice thick with amusement, "But I thought you wanted to stay quiet, pretty."  

He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue dragging over your pulse point before he adds,

"…If I go faster, I'm gonna make you cry out, angel.”

you murmur impatiently into his neck, “Please baby- hah- you like listening to me anyways, don't you?”

He lets out an amused low laugh and his grip tightens just slightly around your neck

"…Maybe I do," he whispers against your skin, "Maybe I like listening to your pretty little moans, baby. But you're already so close, aren't you? You're making such pretty noises for me like this."  

He kisses your neck again before murmuring,

"…Can you take it, hm? Can you take me a little harder, angel?”

“Mhmn, yeah- yu- faster, please…”

He groans softly at your words—his fingers immediately picking up their pace, thrusting into you faster now, curling just right—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.

"…Fuck," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You feel so good, baby—so tight, so wet—"  

His fingers curl inside you—relentless, perfect—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, unforgiving circles.

"That's it," he huffs against your neck—voice wrecked, breath hot on your skin— "Let go, angel. Come for me."  

And you do—hard—back arching, thighs trembling as pleasure crashes over you in waves, his name a broken gasp against his shoulder.  

He doesn't stop. 

His fingers keep moving—slower now, gentler—drawing out every last shudder as he murmurs praises against your sweat-damp skin,

"…So good for me…so perfect, look at you…"  

Only when you whimper—oversensitive—does he finally still, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he pulls his hand away.  

"…Told you you could do it," he breathes, voice smug—and so, so fond.

Coming down from your high, you finally take in your surroundings, flushing at the sight of murky water, “yuyu the bath water..”

Yuuta blinks—glancing down at the water—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

"…Oh," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement, "Yeah. That's…definitely not just water anymore."  

"…Guess we really should get out now, huh?”

You turn around to face him— still breathless from your high, but then again you can't leave him hanging, can you? 

“Do you wanna take me from the back, yuyu…?”

He lets out a low, rough groan at that— thoughts immediately side tracking to images of you on all fours, your hands gripping the porcelain tub for support, as he gets behind you, driving himself into you—and he's definitely tempted.

"…Yeah? You’d like that, angel?”

You whisper back, gauging his running thoughts that have you biting back a smile, 

“Not in the tub, that's risky.. I meant back in the room..”

He hums—hands trailing lazily down your body, stopping at the outside of your thighs as he considers.

"…You want me to pick you up and carry you back to the room then, baby?” His voice is low, playful, and full of amusement as it murmurs against your skin, his fingers squeezing gently at your thighs. "Cuz I'm not sure if you can walk back by yourself…you're trembling pretty bad right now.”

You consider it before speaking up again, 

“I should be ok.. just help me out of the tub. That part is slippery, I don't wanna fall and break my jaw..”

His hands immediately move to your waist, steadying you as he helps you stand—his grip firm and secure.

"…Careful," he murmurs, his voice still rough with want, "Wouldn't want you hurting yourself before I get to ruin you properly."  

You make your way back to the bedroom, towel dried and wearing a bathrobe each (you had convinced him to get you both a set off of amazon, in thoughts of making your day off more relaxing.. though you didn't exactly have this method of relaxation in mind at the time)

Eventually you settle into bed, scooting to sit against the headboard. 

Your hair is still damp from the shower, the strands sticking to the back of your neck but you ignore them in favor of eying your boyfriend across the room,

maybe you shouldn't have pressed the bathrobe idea after all… it covers up his abs, leaving you to imagine the moisture still clinging to the ridges, or a drop sliding down to his happy trail—

He catches your wandering eyes, flushing a bit at the look on your face before he's mirroring your dazed look. His patience thins and in quick long strides he's closing the distance between you, crawling onto the bed and towards you, his eyes dark and hungry as he positions himself over you. 

He braces himself on his hands on either side of your hips, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the way the robe clings to your curves, or the hint of cleavage peeking out— god

“Wait yuu..”

Gently you push him back with a finger to his lips, and he resists the urge to take it in his mouth. Instead, he obediently watches you move to grab one of the pillows, turning away from him to slip off the bath robe revealing your soft skin. He's about to move but you're not done yet, shifting to lie on your stomach, arms lifting to hug the pillow and your face smushed into it.

He blinks—momentarily stunned—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh,

"…Oh?" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement— and the hint of desire clear under it.  

"…You want it like this, baby?" he breathes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your skin as he leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back.

"…Fuck, angel.. you...”

He exhales sharply—his hands gripping your hips tighter as he presses another kiss to the base of your spine, this one lingering just enough to make you shiver.

You doubt you've even reached that section of skin yourself, and feeling it suddenly exposed to touch is surprisingly intimate.

"…You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "All spread out for me..."  

His fingers trail up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you slightly—just enough to see the slick glistening between your legs.

"…Look at you," he breathes, "Already so wet f’me."  

He leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh—nipping lightly, 

"…Gonna take my time with you, baby.”

He kisses across your skin—slow, deliberate—mouth moving up the back of your thigh, across your hip, up the side of your spine, his hands following close behind, fingers spreading across and squeezing the expanse of your heated skin. 

He pauses, his mouth stopping just behind your ear—teeth grazing the sensitive, delicate skin—as his hands slide up to your wrists, gently pinning them against the pillow as he presses himself against you, body flush against yours, his arousal unmistakable and you can feel his hard on pressing against your thighs.

"…Shit," he breathes, his voice choked, "You feel so good—so warm—"  

His lips find the back of your neck—kissing, nipping—as he rocks his hips against you once, twice—just enough to tease,

"…Gonna make you feel so good."  

His hands slide up your thighs, spreading you slightly—just enough—before he presses himself against you, his cock finally sliding between your slick folds, 

"…There," he breathes, "That what you wanted, baby?”

He hums against your skin—his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder as he stills inside you, his breath hot and uneven.

His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip—gentle, teasing—as he waits for you to continue, his cock twitching inside you at the sound of your breathless gasp as you struggle to adapt to his size.

He's barely keeping his head clear enough to check on you, you're as tight as ever, eagerly swallowing him in. And when you clench around him on purpose, whining for him to move, he has to bite your shoulder to hold himself from ramming into you. 

 "Ah.. already, baby? Are you sure, you don't need to hurry- we can take it slow.. shit—”

You cut him off with muffled whine, burying your face deeper into the pillow 

“ovulation week.. can't help it, need you, need ya ’sho badd yuu, right now— don't wanna wait-”

He huffs a soft, breathless laugh at that and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, as he rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts.

(you don't see the way his face flushes and his knuckles whiten at your needy rambles- you sound prettiest when you're under him, he thinks, or over him, he doesn't really care when he gets to have you like this)

"…I see…"  

He murmurs, voice rough—amused.

"Guess I should be glad I've got stamina then," he teases. "To keep up with you.”

And despite his own heady mind, he can't quite keep the smirk from his lips at thought,  

"Is that why you were so eager earlier?"  

He asks, tone still amused—but there's a hint of perverted curiosity in his words as he keeps up the lazy, languid pace he'd set. "Needed me, baby?”

“Mhmm— it's so annoying- want it allll the time during this week..”

He hums—his lips pressing another kiss to the back of your shoulder before he murmurs mock sweetly,

"Poor baby…Can't help it, hm? Your body just wants it, needs it all the time? Needs me all the time, hm?”

He laughs softly again—his breath hot against your skin as he runs his hands across your back, slow, idle touches—his lips brushing your spine, kissing, nibbling.

It's overstimulating, he's everywhere, one hand snaking around to lazily tweak your pebbled nipples, the other pressing down your hip to hold you to the mattress as he gives it to you just the way you want it— slow, deep thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him glide through your silky walls, the vein running down the side and his mushroom tip pressing into your cervix. 

He pulls out completely, only to bottom out up to the base, a shaky laugh escapes when you gasp, lifting your ass to grind into him.

"…guess all I can be is diligent, then, huh?"  

He murmurs, voice low, "Gotta help you take care of your needs. Ovulation week turns you into a needy little bunny in heat, baby.”

You flush at the comparison, sinking deeper into the pillow, “shut up..”

"But I'm right, aren't I?" He whispers right against your ear, one hand squeezing your tits while the other roams down to hike your thighs higher so he can reach deeper into you.

"You just get so needy this time of the month, don't you? Mmh.. all hot and desperate…”

"…and so so sensitive," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, "Can't even take a little teasing without getting all flustered."  

"…But you like it, don't you?" he adds breathlessly. 

You vaguely question since when he got so talkative— only for all thoughts to leave you as soon as his pace picks up, 

"You like when I talk to you like this—when I call you my needy little bunny—"  His fingers dip between your thighs—just barely brushing over your clit—before pulling away again, leaving you to clench around him gapingly.

"…Don't you?”

He exhales sharply—his fingers tightening slightly on your hips as he presses you down to rut into you properly,

"Hah…Gonna take care of you, baby," he babbles, "Gonna- gonna give you little bunnies."  

His pace quickens—just slightly—each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he chases his own release.

"…That's right," he whispers, rough, low, breathless,

"Gonna fill you up. Give you everything you need. Just take it all f’me, baby—"  

His hand sneaks around your front, finding your lips, his thumb traces across your bottom lip, gathering up the drool that's leaked out—cute, he thinks, everything about you is just so cute— before he’s slipping it inside, slowly teasing your tongue. 

He lifts his head from your shoulder, his other hand gently tangling in your hair, pulling back just enough so your face is in sight, and he groans at sight of you messily sucking on his thumb. his eyes drop to the small puddle that's gathered on your pillow and he wonders if there's a similar puddle forming on the sheets down where he's still burried in you.   

"Guess I better make the most of it, then. Can't have my bunny going unsatisfied, can I?”

He hums, as if agreeing to his own words, “Mhmm.. that'd just be cruel."  

His fingers find your chin, turning your face towards him, before he leans in and presses a soft, deep kiss to your lips. It's gentle at first—and then his tongue is licking into your mouth, wrapping clumsily around your own as he gives it a slow, filthy suck—his hands grasping your hips tighter, pulling you back against him.

"…Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me, hm?"

His head falls forward to rest against your shoulder blades, one hand holding both your wrists captive at the small of your back, the other gripping your hip as he finally gives in and fucks you properly,

"…There" he groans, "That’s it—take it—fuck—"  

You're almost afraid your head will bump into the headboard from the impact, but your head’s too foggy to think ‘bout anything other than the way he's stretching you, he's so big and you feel so full, and oh—

“You feel me right here yeah, pretty girl? Tell me –hah– how you feel f’me? C’mon pretty speak.”

His breath comes ragged against your skin, his hips snapping forward with each thrust—deep, relentless—his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"Talk to me," he pants, "Tell me how good it feels—tell me how full you are—"  

His hand slides around your hip, fingers pressing against your clit in rough, circling strokes—just enough to push you closer to the edge.

"Now, baby—say it—"  

And you do—whimpering, shaking—words spilling out between gasps as he fucks you through it, "Feels- hah—feels so good yuu- oh my god..yuu-ta—”

 “God- baby, ‘m gonna cum. Can’t.. can’t hold it— lemme finish inside please, please, please—ah-”

He groans—low and wrecked—at the sound of your voice breaking around his name, his fingers tightening on your clit just as his hips snap forward one last time, burying himself deep as he shudders gasping against your back. 

"Love you," Yuta whines against her mouth, "I love you, I love you, I love you—my angel— everything—ah- I'm going to—"

His rhythm stutters—his release crashing over him as he spills inside you, shooting spurts of white hot liquid into you with a ragged groan, eyes rolling back from sensitivity when you clench down on him as you finally cum too.

For a moment, all that fills the room is the sound of heavy breathing—his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his hands still gripping your hips—before he finally pulls back slightly, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the nape of your neck. He pulls back slowly, biting back a curse at the creamy ring circling the base of his cock, the same white liquid spilling out of you. 

Yuuta watches transfixed before slowly lifting a hand to softly nudge it back into you, ignoring the way you mewl in protest,

"…god," he murmurs, voice wrecked, "You’re gonna ruin me."  

[eikyuuni]

yuuji never means to overstimulate you. he just… really likes going down on you. like, really likes it. 

it’s not a chore, not something he does to be ‘nice’ or rack up points—it’s something he actively wants. he gets way too excited about it. will spend the whole day thinking about it if he catches even a glimpse of skin above your waistband, or hears that little noise you make when you stretch. something flickers behind his eyes, and you know he’s dropping to his knees the second the two of you are alone. 

because to him, it’s not just foreplay—it’s every sound you make, every twitch of your thighs, every broken gasp that escapes when his tongue drags teasingly over your clit. it’s the way your hands fist in his hair when it gets too much, when you try to close your legs, and he just grips your hips tighter and keeps going. 

he doesn’t register the tug on his hair at first. he thinks you like it, which, yeah, you do. your fingers are buried in his messy pink hair, back arching when he groans against you. he thinks he’s doing amazing. he is doing amazing. 

it’s just… you’ve already came once. and he hasn’t even thought about stopping. 

because yuuji get’s addicted to the sounds you make. to the way you whimper when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. to how wet and messy and loud it gets, how you can barely stay still, thighs trembling, voice high and choked as you’re begging him to slow down, yuuji… that it’s too much. but all he hears is that you’re making noise. still pulling on his hair. which again, he thinks is a good thing. 

it’s not until you really say his name, voice breaking in that too soft way, that it has him lifting his head immediately—that it actually clicks.

his lips are shiny. his pupils are huge. and he looks up at you like a man pulled out of a trance.  

“...was that too much?”

you nod, completely breathless, dazed, thighs still twitching where they rest over his shoulders. and yuuji… sweet, sweet yuuji—looks stunned. like he’s just now realising he might’ve actually broken you. 

worst part? he gets so hard from it. not because he wanted to push you that far, but because the idea that he can? that he can make you like that just with his mouth? yeah. he’s definitely doing that again.

a/n a repost from my old & inactive blog eikyuunimain (mariinktg) so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | jjk masterlist