Thirst: How about rich CEO Toji fucking his little maid reader? Poor girl just want to work like a normal maid but her Master keep making her do jobs that aren't in the job description AKA getting fucked senseless by Toji
Btw she's the only maid since Toji lived in a medium penthouse not a large one. So girl is the only one getting dicked down by him in the mansion now (•‿•)
🥺🥺🥺?! omg! I immediately into full horny mode I thought I wouldn't be interested in CEO au but Toji can really change my mind!
TW: dub-con, mean! toji, humiliation
How did you become a maid? Your family was trapped by him. You beg Toji for a few more days of repayment, but he informs you that the only way you can repay it is by becoming a maid. That means you can't resign to run away from him.
The maid uniform that Toji gave you is custom. Your boobs are mostly exposed to the air, and the skirt just barely covers your butt, and there are even high thigh socks. He often orders you to clean and admire the view as you bend over. And you shyly grab your skirt and beg him not to tease you, but he tends to rub your hips for a few minutes before letting you go.
The description of the job is to do all the housework. You clean the house with brooms and towels and study recipes, but Toji expects something else from you.
You have to help him release the pressure, you know? He pushes the vibrator inside you and even sticks two on your chest. He intensifies the vibration while admiring the way you do the housework. You have to hide under the table and give him oral sex while he handles the heavy paperwork, or lift up your skirt and panties and wait to be fucked. While your family and friends are calling to care about you, he's distracting you, sticking thick fingers into your wet pussy.
You sobbed and begged the master, but it was essential to your work. It all ends up being you being brutally fucked on the sofa, in the kitchen, on the Master's bed. Your eyes lose focus, your brain melts, and your legs in cute socks are shaking violently.
The basic work of a maid? Is fucked by the master <3
so yk obviously i have to pick red w toji😵💫 and i just know that dirty bastard has a corruption kink so he got no issue handling little virgins😗 i’m thinking cute lingerie is involved, readers definitely overthinking everything until he fucks the nerves outta you😔
CONGRATS AGAIN ON 300 I LOVE YOU!!😚
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content: escort!toji, softdom!toji, virgin chubby fem!reader, implied black!reader (there’s one mention of skin tone but it’s very minor), lingerie, blindfold (you see that tie around his neck?), very light choking, pet names (baby, doll, darlin’, etc.), unprotected sex (use protection kids), unedited
note from pooh: the way i was in the ZONE while writing this goodness gracious me, i was literally in toji’s mind while writing, seeing you through his eyes, how you’d feel and sound like, heheheeeeee. why do i always get into that headspace when writing for him? i don’t even know 😭🤭 but anyway, im so sorry this took forever to come out, im lowkey embarrassed smh 😭 i blame my perfectionist ass, cause this wasn’t supposed to be this long lmao but i needed it to be good so here she is 🥺 i hope you enjoy my angel 🤎
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“My, my,” Toji purrs with the slight shake of his head. He admires the way your skin flushes under the intensity of his dark gaze, eyes raking your body shamelessly. His fingers trace the silken material of the remaining black lingerie, the lace hugging your hips in a way that made his dick all too hard. “Fuck, look at you, doll.” You had him thinking up the most depraved thoughts as you lay there on the bed, blindfolded, so open and responsive to each and every touch.
Innocent. It was the first word that came to mind when you walked through his door. It was difficult for you to meet his gaze when he spoke, often keeping your head down or picking at your nails out of nervousness. However, the more he pried, the more you began to relax, able to speak beyond just one word when he asked you a question.
Then he finally got your attention. “Are you a virgin?”
Your response was almost immediate, wide eyes, trembling lips, a shaky exhale, all before you confirmed it with a soft. “Yes.” It’s when he laughs do you panic. “T-that’s not an issue, is it?! I can go if-”
“No, no,” he interrupts your distressed ramble. “It’s…No, it’s perfect actually.” You were inexperienced, untouched, uncorrupted. And soon you were on his bed, expression resembling that of a deer in headlights, that was until Toji offered you his tie. “This might help with your nerves.” You eyed the satin with clear confusion, drawing a chuckle from the man. “Clients typically find it easier to relax with a blindfold on, gets them outta their head.” With shaky hands you take the tie from him and with some help you manage to tie it securely around your head, vision black and body on high alert.
“I’m scared.” You admit, huffing an anxious laugh.
“That’s okay, baby girl. You’re new to this, so we’ll go nice and slow.” You noticeably shudder as he runs his hands up your legs, starting at your ankles, fingers tracing the sides of your calves before dipping behind your knees, enjoying the soft moan you emit as a result. He knew every erogenous zone there was and just how to touch them to make you squirm. He didn’t have to wonder between your thighs to elicit a sound from those pretty lips, no, he’d make you beg with them first.
Before long he’s at your stomach, your hips following the arched path of his fingertips over your pelvis in a languid buck, goosebumps rising upon your heated skin. “So sensitive.” He can’t help but chuckle when you whine in reply, thighs clenching tight as he journeys over the swell of your breasts, just barely ghosting your already pert nipples through the thin lace.
The man didn’t mind the adorable sentiment, wrapping his gift in such a pretty material, all so he could remove it, layer by layer. But first he’d play with you a little, help unravel that tight coil of trepidation set in the pit of your stomach.
“Breathe, doll.” He whispers in your ear as he wraps a hand around your throat, relishing the way your chest falls on command. “That’s it, baby.”
“Toji.” Your weak pleas went ignored as he continued his amorous exploration, digits hooking the thin straps of your bra. Slowly drawing them down your shoulders, his lips followed suit, each newly revealed section of skin met with the heat of his kiss. And soon your top was off, lost to the shagginess of the carpet beneath the bed as he tossed it aside.
Which brings him back to marvelling at your figure, an irresistible softness beneath his fingertips as he plays with your pert nipples, humming as your back arches, body silently begging for more of his touch.
“Fuck, darlin’.” Was all he could manage before replacing his fingers with his tongue, drawing a sharp gasp from those pillowy lips of yours. You couldn’t help the moans that followed as it swirled around the sensitive bud, his hands massaging the soft flesh whilst he tended to them one at a time.
“Toji, shit.” His name was breathy as it left your throat, unable to lay still in the face of his teasing, teeth nipping gently at the cocoa dusted skin of your breast, slowly making his way down your body.
“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He mumbles against the plushness of your tummy, taking the string-like waistband of your underwear between his incisors.
“You, I need you, please.” Even blindfolded you still manage to comb your fingers through his hair, practically egging him on as he finally unwraps his gift completely, your panties still between his teeth when they slip from your ankle and onto the bed beside him.
“What do you need from me, angel?” He doesn’t miss the way you lick your lips when you hear his zipper sound, the button of his pants accompanying it as he draws the garment around his thighs, an already hard cock bouncing at attention in its newfound freedom.
“Make love to me.” Those four words stopped Toji in his tracks.
As an escort it was his job to cater to his client’s every need, to be the lover they’d always desired, they were paying him after all. However, it had been a very long time since he’d heard those four words. He wasn’t even sure he knew how to anymore, if he were truly honest. This line of work was no breeding ground for unstable emotions such as love, so with time he’d removed it from his vocabulary entirely. But the desperation in your tone stirred that forgotten feeling inside his chest. He supposed he could make an exception. You were still a virgin, and that alone blossomed a steely determination that steadily washed away any doubt clouding his mind.
“Say that again.” He huffs, taking his already leaking tip in the palm of his hand, spreading the pre-cum across the flushed velvety skin.
“M-Make…”
“Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart. Let me hear you say it again.” You shudder when he removes the blindfold from your eyes, free hand parting your thighs, hips settling themselves against your own.
“Make love to me, please, Toji.” He has to swallow the growl rising in his chest as he witnesses you bite your lip, gaze never wavering. That hidden confidence finally reared its head unabashedly, challenging his own as he stared down at you with dark eyes.
Toji is silent when he glides the head of his cock through your unsurprisingly slick folds, the sensitivity of your body revealing itself in the form of a delicious glossy arousal that easily paints his tip. “Mm, baby girl, you’re making such a mess.”
“Don’t say it like that.” You whine breathlessly, eying the way he runs his dick over your puffy clit.
“Like what?” His head dips into the crook of your neck. “You don’t want me to tell you just how fucking wet you are for me, doll? How you’re dripping so much you’re ruining the bedsheets?”
“N-No.”
“No? Oh, but I think you do, darlin’. I think you wanna hear all about how wet you’ve made my dick, and how easy it’s gonna slide into that pretty pussy of yours. Isn’t that right, baby?” He rocks his hips into yours ever so slightly, just enough to nudge against the entrance.
“I-I…” You reciprocate with a needy wave of your spine, almost crying when Toji withdraws from your advances.
“I’m not gonna give it to you until I get an answer, pretty. All you have to do is admit it.” The ragged breaths that break the ensuing silence make him chuckle deeply. So he tries again, making sure to include your clit in the mix. “Do you like it when I tell you how wet you are, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes, fuck.”
“Does it feel good when I run my dick over your clit?” He’s tantalisingly slow in his movements as he speaks, each syllable creating a tortuous cadence against the overly sensitive bud.
“Yes, Toji.”
“Good girl. Are you ready?” The question was answered with a soft ‘yes’, and as fast as those words left your lips was he sinking into you.
“Fuck!” Was the first word uttered by both parties when he’d done so, the tightness — even if expected — had his hips stuttering, your walls squeezing him so mercilessly he could've cum right then and there.
“Oh my go- mm, shit.”
“You’re gripping me so tight, baby.” His exasperated laughter shoots a spark down your spine, one that has your nails digging into his biceps for support.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you talking like that. Makes me far too shy.” You mirror his lightheartedness, exhaling as you speak.
“Well,” he starts, nose tracing the curve of your jaw. “Let’s fuck that shyness out of you, shall we?”
Shes a sorceress who catches his gaze and joins him, he’s infatuated with her, And all he can think about is breeding her and filling her and have little sorcerer babies 💕🎀
am using translator hopefully my English is good :3
synopsis: Geto tests how far your devotion can go with him.
The light from the end of the cigarette gave his spot in the dark alleyway. You can barely see in the dark part but after some time you make up it was a figure of a man. Dressed up in white dress shirt and black pants. His long black hair slicked back that is partially tied behind his head and the rest of his untied hair drapes down in his back. The man in front of took a long drag in his cigarette. The light glowing fiercely as ever, smoke fills the air as puffs the smoke before disgarding the cigarette in front of him. The light glows before it fades in to the dead of the night. You could have mistaken him for an angel. A fallen angel.
“Geto Suguru-san?” You asked unsure. You have seen and heard of him but have never talk to him this close. You know the vile things he had done but never hated what he did. You understand all of it.
There he moves from his spot. His dark gaze following your every movement. Taking all the features you have. Geto have known you for long and it’s the right time to introduce himself to you. You’ll be available asset to him. For the good of the new world and the life he’s giving for you. Just like him you’ll be great just as he is. All for the sake of the new world he will create.
“Ah, (Y/N) (L/N) it is?” He asked, his friendliness caught you off guard. “The person I always wanted to meet. I believe we have the same ideals and I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to my family.” He continued never leaving you out of sight.. You look up to see his face and he looks happy for no reason. “I have a proposal for you (Y/N)-chan, what do you say? And just like that the rest was history.
It only felt like yesterday when that happened. You fit in just right at his family. Mimiko and Nanako were great girls, you first learned that they were both adopted by Geto when they’re both being abused. Miguel who talks about his people in the foreign land where he came from and how dedicated they are in their works. Manami who’s usually by herself and Geto’s side as his secretary and lastly, Geto. The man who decided to be part of his family. To your eyes, he was great. The way he was able to accumulate money and curses, lead this group he established and the way he treated you.
Someone would say that it is just a platonic way of the treatment he’s giving to you. The smiles, the touches (that sometimes linger than intended),the way he looks at you and the protectiveness.
You remember one time when a “business associate” of his got dangerously close to you and started whispering inappropriate things, Geto killed him in a snap. The blood splattered in the wall and to you, staining your round cheeks and he’s quick to pull his handkerchief. “Oops, I should be more careful. No monkey blood should be staining nor touching you (Y/N).” The playfulness and the disgust present in his voice while his jaw flex at the mess he had created. He should be more careful. No one should taint you, unless it’s him. He tucks his fingers in your chin, making you raise your head. Geto furthermore inspects your face and making sure no traces of blood is present in your face. He smiles, appreciating the cleaning he had done for you. He discarded the cloth immediately, the cloth landing in the pool of blood that surrounds the corpse. “You should get changed, (Y/N). This kimono is filthy.” He commented. His hands linking with yours as he drags you away from that vile creature. You absolutely enjoyed the power he holds.
Purple eyes that glints with danger. The moment that it you left yourself unguarded you’ll be consumed and you liked it. Everything about your Master Geto brings a sort of relief to you that you’re willing to do whatever he wish for.
If someone could read Geto’s mind, they will know the things that he wants to do. Of course, it was to rule the jujutsu world. A world where non-sorcerers crawl the society like maggots and sorcerers would be the top of the hierarchy but none of them expecting that his plans would also revolve around you.
Bringing down the whole race of those weak humans. Geto knows that he’ll need new sorcerers and it’s not he can gain new sorcerers overnight instead it will be creating a new bloodline of him and you’ll fulfill all of it.
Geto finds you the perfect candidate for his plans. He knows it in the first time he had met you. A sorceress who have the most useful cursed technique and having the almost perfect body and personality. You were made for him, he would say. Soft, plush body, a beautiful face and those stretch marks littering around your body. You’ll be also perfect for carrying his children. Geto had a dream about it. If the jujutsu world he creates come true, it’s his right to procreate with you. Strong, powerful and smart sorcerer children that will rule with him one day with you by his side.
It leaves him with a little to no self-control whenever you’re around him and not just to fuck you wherever you two stood by. Fill you up with his seed that will take root in you someday and give his brats. The thought gives him a wave of euphoria.
Night falls and you’re preparing for tomorrow’s arrangements. You always make sure that everything is up to your master’s taste and is everything is followed up to schedule. A knock interrupted you, it’s one of Geto’s employee, it only briefly told you that you are summoned to Geto’s personal quarters.
“Master Geto, you called for me?” You asked in the other side of the door. A brief “come in” told you to come insider his personal quarters. Opening the door and bowing politely before closing the door behind you.
You were hit with a sudden deja vu with Geto’s position. It was like the night when he first approached you and it gave you a sense of comfort upon seeing him. It was not like how he was dressed in the daily basis. A buddhist monk who lures unwanted presence near him.
“Join me, (Y/N).” He briefly said. Not moving an inch in his spot. His other eye being covered with his bangs while he studied you. Nodding in response as you approach him. He’s leaning near the window. The pale glow of moonlight shining through and he does look beautiful, you’re mesmerized at the sight of him and it made you to think nothing compares to him.
You leaned against the wall. Holding your hands together. Geto stayed silent. Watching the moon and to you. He can’t help but crack a smile at your demeanor. Looking innocent as possible beside him. Feeling the light breeze on a summer night and he watch the stray hair in you face sway with the wind.
Ethereal.
That’s the first description his mind thinks when he looks at you. A being who’s equal to the likes of him and it made him hard. The thought of breeding you came back to him again and he’s not sure if he can keep his hands off you when you continue to being this way. This was his plan to you and he don’t want to scare you by being brash to you. He wants you to be smitten to him like he is to you.
Which is the same for you. Afraid of thinking that you’re just going to be a tool for him forever. Once he’s done, he’s got to throw you. Useless and you don’t want it. You want to be by his side that you’re willing to do what he pleases.
“Do you need something, Master Geto?” You asked. Noticing that he’s staring at you. Drinking the features you held.
“Hm. I do need something, (Y/N).” He began. A smirk blooming in his face. He leans down. Coming face to face with you. His fingers coming to the side of your face and tucks the stray hair behind your ear. Heat blooms all over your body. Goosebumps rising at his touch. Geto seems to be enjoying the changes in your body and he can’t help to smile wider. He wonders what other reactions he can get from you.
“What is it Geto-sama?” You asked, trying to hide the nervousness creeping up on you. Breathing getting ragged at the proximity of his face in yours.
“You.” He briefly said. The smirk in his face growing larger at your reaction. “Be mine. I’m giving what your heart desires. Hmm?” He added and he knows you can never reject him. His breath brushing your cheeks while he whisper those words. His hand caressing your cheek until it rested on your neck.
“I’m already yours, Geto.” You boldly said, removing the honorific that you always used when addressing him. Looking at the dark orbs of his eyes, it already bore in yours and it’s the words he waited for him to crash his lips unto yours.
You held the sleeves of his shirt while he presses his lips unto yours. His lips were warm, the faint scent of his signature cigarette and the way his lips move against yours. You can feel it. The urge to claim and own you. The possessiveness and the desire to shield you from all the impure things that surrounds you.
Feeling the lack of air, he broke the kiss before crashing it again to your lips. Swiping his tongue to your bottom lip, knowing what his intention is, you gladly opened your mouth. The kiss gets even more deeper as he moves his head to the side. Having more access to your tongue. His hand on the back of your head to kiss you deeper while his other hand slides to your back. Skillfully untying the obi of your kimono. The obi falls on the floor. Your kimono loose and he looks at you, studying your reaction.
“Don’t act all shy, (Y/N).” Pressing his body on to yours. His lips came into contact with your neck. Sucking and leaving small hickeys. Then to your collarbone, your hands grip on the back of his head. Your fingers raking the strands of his black hair. Oh, to be this close to him, it makes you melt all over again.
His lips were on your neck, creeping up to your jaw. Geto’s hands were on side of your neck until it cups your cheeks. He looks at you, like you were the most precious thing he ever held. Your chest heaves with every breath you take and it makes you all timid around him. Geto chuckles at your reaction. He’s not sure if he can wait until he devours you. Geto gently rubbed your head, light pants coming from your mouth at the earlier fondling.
“Hmpf.- The sudden contact of his lips with yours took you by surprise. His actions getting rougher by the second. He places you in the floor along with your kimono. Making it as makeshift cover. His body now trapping you underneath him. He breaks the kisses along the way and getting at it back again. His hand on your breast as he held it in his large palm. His deft fingers rolling the stiff bud. Earning a moan from you and you can feel the dampness of your sex, dripping. Your hands came to unbutton his shirt. Realizing what you are doing, he swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. Discarding it quickly and continued to kiss you.
His lips were now on your chest. Kissing between the valley of your breasts. He latched your nipple around his mouth. Sucking and biting it in a few moments. He continues it until your bud were pert and sensitive, just the way he likes it.
The pain in between of your legs were getting unbearable. Begging it to be taken care of. Dripping with slickness. “Sugu, please. Touch me there.” You begged. Every minute of it was leaving you all worked up and the way he’s touching you, it aches all over. Hearing you plead, Geto can’t help but break into one of his smirks. He loves you getting all worked up. Getting you to begged for him.
“Patience, (Y/N). Patience. We’re getting there.” He tells you as if he’s not feeling the same with you. The tent in his slacks getting visible. The harder this go on. The more painful for his cock it is. He tells himself that he needs to be patient. Wanting to savour this moment and moments to come with you.
You nodded patiently and you let out a gasp as he entered one of his fingers in your awaiting cunt. Then added one of his fingers, lazily pumping into your hole. Geto watched you as your face contorts into pleasure. His fingers rubbed your walls and it makes you clench around him. Scissoring occasionally and then you can feel that familiar feeling building up in your stomach and Geto knows it. Before you can come, Geto stopped his assault in your sensitive cunt. Earning a whine from you. Geto chuckles upon seeing your reaction.
Deciding it was time to finally take you. Geto quickly removes his pants, followed by his boxers. His cock springs free, the thick organ slapping in his abdomen and glistening with pre-cum. Seeing you’re ready more than ever. Geto climbs up to you and crashed his lips against yours. His tongue licking all over your mouth and when you parted your lips. His tongue invades yours while he’s doing this he slowly brush his cock in your pussy lips. Hitting your clit and you moan into the kiss. Slowly, he was entering you. Despite the urge to fuck you roughly, Geto knows that you must be comfortable before succumbing to the pleasure of breeding you all over again.
Your tight walls were perfection to him. Your cunt wraps snugly around you and he almost cums at entering you. A loud whine erupts from you. He wasn’t moving and it feels good, how good can this feel with him inside as you as he starts moving.
His hands came up on the back of your thighs and hoisted it up. Your legs were in his shoulder and he started thrusting roughly to you. You squealed at the sudden action and it later morphed into those pleasurable moans. The loud squealch of both of your sex hitting each other echoes in to the dead of the night. His hand grasping yours as he held your cheek his other hand. Geto growls as he bucks his hips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were fucking good. He was right. You’re the perfect one for him.
The way your breasts bounce and your tummy folds as he pressed you in a mating position. He can feel it. Your soft stomach jiggles. Some months later he’ll see it that you’re round and big with his child. He was moving at a rough phase. The thought of it makes him wild and he began mumbling words. Revealing what he really feels about you.
“Mine. You are mine.” He declares. “Mine to touch, mine to defile, mine to breed! You are mine.” For some reason it brings euphoria to you. Overjoyed by his intentions and not caring about taking control over you. “I-m yours. G-geto-sama. Please use me however you want Geto-sama!” You said between the moans and pants from his thrusts. Upon hearing your words, Geto held your wide hips, his pounding getting quicker by the second and your orgasm is making surface again. This time it was unbearable. His cock hitting the deepest spot on yours, your orgasm bursts. Your cunt clenching tight around him making it impossible to enter you again but Geto was having none of it. He continues to pound into you. He was getting closer to his own release. With one last thrust, he came. His cock, kissing your cervix as thick, white spurts of his cum painting your walls. Ensuring that it will mark you up and brings his child.
The thought of having his children with you again, his cock gets hard again and you can only accept it. After all, it was for the good of all. That night and many nights, Geto continued to unload all of his seed deep inside you.
Pride swells into his chest, when he noticed your body changing. One night when you were in his embrace. Your back on his chest as hands creeps up to your clothed chest. He noticed it was larger than the last and to your belly. The bump getting noticeable as the day goes by. He was happiest than anyone else. Everything was getting closer to his plan.
mm neighbour!toji deliberately wearing skin-tight white shirts for him to shrug off whenever he mows his lawn because he knows you’re watching from your kitchen window.
neighbour!toji inviting you to his house every game night. he has his other friends over but his full attention is always on you — it doesn’t matter if his team is making their play, all he is focused on is you. he’s a little possessive too: he always has an arm ‘casually’ looped around you or thrown over your chair, always has his head inched towards you to hear you better, always refills your drink or offers you food, always making small talk about your work and your week and everything and anything in between.
neighbour!toji coming over to fix your sink or your washing machine or to help you clean your pool. you greet him by the door and he’s leaning on the post, his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his lips tugged in a lazy smile.
“hey, darlin’,” he greets. “lemme check what’s bothering a sweet thing like you.”
you giggle, tucking your hair behind your ear. “oh, you,” you mumble, aware of the tingle in your cheeks. you swivel, tilting your head for him to follow you in.
he grunts but he doesn’t move. not yet. he lets you walk ahead of him to watch the way you strut back into the comforts of your home. he savours the way your hips sway, your pyjama shorts softly riding up with every rub against your thighs. he waits with bated breath, knowing what’s coming next.
his veins go up in flames when you bend over to pick up guest slippers for him, your shorts hitching up enough to have your red lace panties peak through. he almost whimpers when your shorts kept riding higher, leaving the the fat of your ass exposed. christ, he breathes in sharply, you look absolutely ravaging.
he doesn’t even hide the desire in his eyes when you turn to look at him because he knows. he knows that you deliberately tease him only to act coy after. he knows that you like him just as much.
neighbour!toji fucking you in mating press. he always wanted to fill you with his cum; always wanted to stuff you full and leave you drunk off of his cock and his cum. he always wanted your breasts pressed flat against his, always wanted his lips locked with yours. it doesn’t matter if you can’t even kiss him back with the way your lips are stretched as moans and squeals and sobs fall from them because he’s always wanted it messy.
always wanted to leave evidences.
“to-i!!” you squeaked after aborted ah-ah-ah, your hands scratching at his back in an effort to ground yourself from the dizzying pleasure. “so deep! so deep!”
he laughs as he continues to humps your pussy, dragging his cock at your walls with every erratic thrusts. “yeah? y’ feel me reaching so far in you, huh? y’ve never been fucked like this, haven’t you sweetheart? haven’t been filled properly the way this pussy deserves? oh, doll,” he croons.
“well, here’s good news for you: y’r needy cunt will never be lonely again.”
your lewd noises bounced off the bathroom walls in your rockstar boyfriend's tour bus. the back room was occupied with the snores of his band members after having a three-hour concert, so this was the next option. shūhei couldn't wait to arrive at the hotel. there was nothing more that he wanted than to return to the bus and have you in this current position. you being bent over the sink, mirror view, seeing how pretty you looked while taking him. his hands found comfort at your thick waist, eyes intensely gazing at the waves of your round ass every thrust he took. his cock was swallowed by your wetness, pussy creaming perfectly around his length.
you couldn't even understand the foreign moans that were slipping through your drool-coated lips. he was fucking you so good, vision becoming blurry from being too fucked out your mind. it's like his ego was stroked the louder you got, and you could tell by how hungry his movements became. the gushy sound of your pussy being slapped by his balls. allowing one of his hands to detach from your waist to strike your ass, saying how you're being such a good girl for taking him. shūhei was a lot to handle. it's like you hit the jackpot seeing he had the advantage of both length and girth. but you loved making him proud, and his praises made you hug him tightly.
"s'big, shū. you're so—ngh—fucking big," you whimpered.
"i know, angel. i wish you could see how your pussy is sucking me in. it knows who it belongs to." you molded perfectly around shūhei. this is what home feels like, he thought. your cunt was so stubborn, but all it needed was a little stretching from a girthy companion.
shūhei could admit that he was a quick nutter. it was hard not to while being snaked with pussy as good as yours. however, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could because something about fucking you with a possible audience outside this door excited the rockstar. and how you currently were reacting to his touch, he knew you felt the same.
his eyes darkened, filled with sin as he watched you in the mirror crying on his dick. perfectly sagged tits hastily bouncing. those plush two-toned lips that were slightly part panting like a bitch in heat. your brown skin was decorated with droplets of sweat that shūhei also shared due to the lack of air in the bathroom. but your eyes were closed from being consumed by the pleasures you were receiving, and you should know shūhei didn't like that. one thing he requested while having sex is for those pretty brown eyes to remain open to hold contact. "look at me, y/n," he whispered, but all he was met with was an incoherent moan. maybe you didn't hear him?
he clicked his tongue, hands gliding down to your ass to spread your cheeks, tenderly long stroking you until he kissed your cushion. "i said, look at me, angel," shūhei demanded, still having that smooth raspy feel to his voice. your body shot up, arching in complete bliss while looking at your boyfriend. he was so fucking sexy. his facial tattoos, including sixty-nine, and the three scars running down his right eye were kept company with a crimson color that flushed his cheeks. "good girl. now look at you. i want you still what i see while i'm fucking you. you look so damn pretty being stuffed with me."
you were so fucking weak for him. of course, your pussy clenched around his cock from hearing him talk to you so salaciously, and he didn't stop. while shūhei wrapped his arm underneath your breasts to fondle them, the other grabbed your cheeks, puckering your lips to keep your face in place. his lips brushed over your ears, calling you his pretty girl. crooning how wet you are for him. saying how badly he wanted to fill you up with cum. "my favorite cockwarmer. you like it when i talk to you like this, don't you? that pussy won't let go of me, and i don't want it to. keep clenching around my dick, princess."
"shū—you're—you're so deep. why?" you stammered.
he chucked. "what do you mean why? because you deserve it. you're always keeping this pussy so wet and warm for me to return to after i'm done performing. my dick gets hard thinking about you on stage. best fucking pussy i ever had, and you're so damn gorgeous," he cooed, lips now at your neck leaving wet kisses. shūhei has always retained such a sense of calmness outside the bedroom, but while he was with you? that was out the window. his pace continued to increase, recklessly slamming his dick in the depths of your drooling cunt. "that's right, y/n. keep looking at yourself. tell me how much you love this dick."
although your breaths were shaky, nearly tangling in your throat, you did your best to give him what he wanted. "shū—shūhei, baby. i-i love your dick so much. you're fucking me—oh god—so good." and with that, he rewarded you with a sensual smooch to your lips. but you were hungry for more. fervently kissing your boyfriend as your hand wrapped around his head, fingers intertwining with his ink locks to deepen the embrace. the sounds of lips smacking joined the lewd noises of your wetness being stirred. your kisses were sloppy, obnoxiously filled with passion, tongue fucking each other's mouths. as you did so, shūhei's hands returned to your waist to pull you into his thrusts, working open those walls. "i love you, baby. pl-please fuck me harder."
"hm, i love you too, y/n. anything for my pretty girl," he breathed. the grip on your waist became firmer, knowing that it'll probably leave a mark in the morning. shūhei began putting those thigh muscles to good use, pounding that pretty pussy into oblivion, devouring each other's moans as your lips continued to brush together. not for long, though. he needed you watching yourself. you whined from losing that touch, but were met with a slap to your ass. "eyes up, y/n—yes, that's my girl."
by how numb your legs felt, you were near your climax. your hands gripped the bathroom sink, bending over to keep your balance. juices were leaking between your thighs, sticking with his flesh every thrust he made. shūhei gently tangled his fingers into your coils, pulling you upwards to deepen your arch. "you're going to cum for me, angel?" you nodded, causing him to chuckle. "look at how beautiful you look, y/n. fuck, i can't wait until we're at the hotel so i can fuck you how i want. so i can taste that sweet pussy. so i can watch you bounce on my cock. hmm, and we gotta put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, right?"
your vision was now hazy, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure. shūhei was talking to you so softly, but his actions didn't let up. heat spreads underneath your skin from him repeatedly kissing your cervix. your moans were a dulcet harmony, acting as a song that he would have on repeat. "shūhei—shūhei—i'm cumming, baby. i'm fucking cumming. oh god, please!"
"shit. that's right. cum for me, pretty girl. i'm right behind you," he soothed. "you're so perfect, y/n. squeezing my dick like this. being such a good girl for me. i'm going to cum in your pussy, okay?"
"yes, please cum inside of me, shū."
after a few sloppy thrusts, the two of you were a cumming mess. his name howled from the pit of your stomach, and you just knew his band members could hear. you didn't care, though. it was impossible to keep quiet while being fucked like this. however, your voice drifted to a lingering moan from feeling shūhei empty himself inside of you. those hot ropes of cum stuffed your aching cunt to perfection. he allowed his cock to warm inside your walls a bit before pulling out, to which you shared a final moan. you fell back over the sink, catching your breath from the intense orgasm you had.
shūhei leaned over your form to place delicate kisses along your spine before turning your face to meet with a soft kiss. you exchanged a tender look, and he couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked right now. "you did such a good job taking me, babe. i love you."
the captain of the fifth division loves eating pussy—especially yours. every night he would call you into his room, acting as if he cared about the daily reports from hours ago, and eat that pretty pussy of yours while you read to him. shinji’s face would be at your sex, feeling the vibrations of his moans on your clit as he savored all your juices. his slender fingers would swirl in and out of your stubborn cunt to pull those sweet whimpers from your mouth. he admired how beautiful you looked, the moonlight descending upon the umber of your complexion while your back arched in complete bliss. you would squirm from his touch, but shinji knew to hook his arms around your pelvis to keep you in place.
such a tease shinji was. pulling back the hood of your clit to give it kitten licks, taking advantage of how sensitive you are. at this point, you stopped reading the reports because you couldn’t stay focused. how could you when he had you like this? however, you needed more, and you don’t care how desperate you sound. you’ll beg for anything when it comes to shinji. “please, shin. i need more.” of course, it wouldn’t be shinji if he didn’t chuckle at your neediness, but really he just loved how perfect you sound, pleading for his pleasures. he would respond by saying, “please what, doll? i’m not sure what you’re asking for?” the captain of the fifth division was fucking hell, but you loved it.
it’s not like shinji wanted to tease you, well, he actually did, but he just wanted to take his time with you. he couldn’t get over how pretty and succulent your pussy was. how fat it is, needing to spread your folds to run his tongue along your cunt. how your insides would pulsate every time he circled around your throbbing pearl. that intoxicating scent that he would deeply whiff while eating you out. his favorite side of your labia that was longer than the other, sucking it into his mouth in hopes extra flavors were being hidden. shinji was beyond pussywhipped, and the funny thing is—you haven’t had sex yet. he knew if he was like this from just eating your pussy, he’d only imagine how obsessed he’d become with being inside you.
one day, he will.
after hearing you beg a few more times, he figured it was time to give you what you wanted. slipping his middle and ring finger inside, knuckles deep in your pussy while flattening his tongue on your tender flesh. that extra friction from his piercing drove you insane, causing your body to shiver and clench around his fingers. “you like how that feels, my sweet girl? this is what you wanted, right?” words tangled in your throat with an attempt to respond, but you were too consumed in pleasure. “look at me, pretty girl. look at me, and tell me how much you love when i eat your pussy,” he would rasp, but all he was met with was a soft moan. shinji would never admit he loves when his ego is stroked by you. he received pleasure by giving you pleasure and wanted to ensure he was doing a great job.
he’d repeat himself, knowing you’re too mindfucked to even speak. “tell me, y/n,” and to get a quicker response from you, he’d remove his face from your pussy to nip at your inner thigh, pinching your clit while he finger fucked you into oblivion. tears began pricking the corner of your chestnut brown eyes from the intense pleasure. you cried, “oh god, f-fuck! shinji, please. yes, yes, this feels so good. i-i love how you eat my pussy,” struggling to hold eye contact with him, but he knew you did the best that you could. shinji smirked, “that’s my girl,” he cooed. all he needed was a little motivation to deliver your climax.
his tongue took long and slow strokes, affectionately salivating your arousals, taking an erratic motion while curling deeply into your cushion. you found comfort in taking a fist full of shinji’s blonde locks, lolling your head back, drool lazily dripping from the corner of your lips. your heart began racing, droplets of sweat coating your forehead, feeling like you were on cloud nine. the room was filled with your cries of pleasure and him obnoxiously eating your pussy. a coiling tension formed in your lower abdomen, indicating your near release. he didn’t let up. every thrust he made with his fingers was filled with hunger, eager to rip your orgasm out of you.
“cum for me, y/n. i want that sweet taste on my tongue,” and just from hearing how soft and lust-filled his voice was—you climaxed, but he didn’t stop. shinji was happy that you came for him. however, he wanted more from you and knew just how to get it. “shin, please. w-wait, w-what are you doing?” you would cried. you felt him suck harshly on your clit, inserting another finger in your tight pussy to rip more out of you. your legs began to tremble, feeling something else approaching you, causing you to close your thighs around his head to stop whatever was coming. “y/n—do not test me. open your legs—now.”
something about the dominance in his voice turned you on. for the most part, he’d be soft with you. but when he wanted something, he wouldn’t ask twice. although you felt embarrassed, his name slipped perfectly through your lips, as loud as you felt a splashing sensation exiting your body. this is what shinji wanted. that tender pussy squirting all in his mouth, drowning in pure delight. “good girl. you taste so damn amazing, y/n.” he continued fucking you with his tongue, using his thumb to apply pressure to your throbbing bud. you were beyond sensitive at this point. “shinji!” you howled, instinctively kicking his head with the heel of your foot.
2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” ,Steve Rogers, 7: Mutual pining
for soulmate au,please🥺🥺
Waiting for a Sign
Steve Rogers x soulmate!reader
Sometimes the answer is right in front of your face
Warnings: some smut but not fully smut, both reader and Steve are virgins but Steve is a closet freak (as we all know he is), mutual pining, semi-public sex, fingering
WC: 2.1k
Minors DNI
2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.”
7: Mutual pining
1: Soulmate au
1000 Follower Celebration
Steve was a stupid man. Not in the way you’d think though. He was highly intelligent in many aspects, he could easily read people’s behaviours, he knew many languages (French was his favourite), and his memory was downright perfect. But for all those smarts and talents, he was still a complete idiot, as Sam loved to remind him.
The main reason he was an idiot was in regards to his soulmate. The person he was destined to spend eternity with, to marry and have a family, to have everything he’s ever dreamed about. A symbol had been carved onto his collarbone the day he turned 18, the black ink standing out against his naturally pale skin.
It was a collection of stars that seemingly formed the petals of a rose. He adored it. All his adult life, he imagined the person that wore the same mark. What would they be like? He knew that, whoever they were, they would be the most beautiful person in existence. He had no doubt about that.
But after coming out of the ice, he lost almost all hope that he was ever going to find them. Sam told him not to give up, that they may be closer than he thinks. He ignores him, there are bigger fish to fry now. But sometimes, he lets himself dream, particularly of the plump little woman that was recently hired in Stark Industries as Pepper’s new assistant, Y/N.
“Such an idiot.” The Falcon sighs, watching his friend do his usual morning routine, completely oblivious to the loving gaze of the new addition to the tower from only a few feet away. “Tell me about it.” Natasha huffs glaring at the pair who unknowingly dance around each other.
“Is there a reason we can’t tell them? You know for a fact it would make our lives easier.” “They have to figure it out for themselves. But yes, it could be so much easier if we just told them.” Sam retorted, rolling his eyes as Y/N’s head snapped down to her (locked) phone, pretending not to have been staring at Captain America when he turned back around.
Steve sighed as he looked down at the young woman. She was wearing her usual work attire, a plain emerald blouse with a high waisted pleated skirt that always swayed around her plump ass, not that Steve ever noticed that (he totally did). The matching blazer was hanging over the chair she was perched on, along with the small over the shoulder bag she carried with her everywhere. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, but more than that, she was kind and intelligent and the most genuine person he had ever met.
As he sipped from his coffee, Steve couldn’t help but trace the soft lines of her curves while she was distracted with her phone, presumably finalising Pepper’s schedule for the day. “…Steve? Did you hear what I said?” His head snapped up, face flushing at having been caught.
“What?” Nat’s forehead fell to the kitchen counter, grunting in annoyance. The younger man groaned and repeated his question. “Are you coming down to train, man?” “Yeah yeah um, I’ll be down in a minute.” He stammered, trying to hide his blush behind the coffee mug, eyes darting away as Y/N looked up from her phone giggling at Steve’s expression. His cheeks got even redder.
“Alright! Enough of that! We’ll see you down there.” Sam clapped him on the shoulder as he and Nat left the room. Silence settled over the pair, neither of them perceiving the tension hanging thickly in the air. She smiled kindly at the Captain and his heart skipped a beat. Her eyes shone in the morning light, her dewy skin looked incredibly soft.
Y/N watched as Steve seemed to zone out. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet her plump bottom lip. He was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. With his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw, as well as a body that could’ve been carved from marble, he was statuesque. He handled himself with more grace than she would’ve expected from a man that doubled in size and weight in less than 10 minutes. His blue eyes shone in the early morning sun, always reflecting deep emotion that seemed to draw her in. And just as she was about to speak, “Y/N! There you are! I’ve had some last minute changes.” Pepper strolled into the room, not at all caring about whatever was going on in the kitchen.
Steve took that as his cue to slip away, trying desperately to ignore the heat in his cheeks.
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“Oh oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Y/N hissed as the piping hot coffee ran down her front, staining her blouse. The agent that had come around the corner too quickly and without looking and practically dumped the hot beverage onto her was furiously apologetic. “L-let me get you some napkins! I feel so awful!” Y/N waved her off. “It’s fine, I was feeling a bit cold anyway.” She joked, accepting some of the paper towels the agent shoved at her, and dabbing the hot liquid from her chest.
She sighed. This was just great. First she had been benched while Pepper ran meetings with Tony, left Y/N to do all of the paperwork and Pepper wasn’t exaggerating when she said it was a shit-ton. Then, her favourite cafe ran out of her favourite sandwiches so she didn’t have time to find another place to eat lunch, and now, her favourite blouse was stained with the dark brown liquid.
“Just go.” She said to the agent. “I know there’s a mission debrief soon that you can’t miss.” The woman seemed relieved. “Thank you so much and I’m so sorry about this.” And she scampered off. Y/N huffed, still blotting at the dark stain as she walked back to her office, grumbling about how crap her day has gotten.
Thank god Pepper gave her an office with blinds and a solid wood door. Peeling off her blazer and shirt, she pulled out more tissues from her desk, trying to wipe up as much of the coffee as possible not only from the fabric, but also from her skin. She was so grateful she wasn’t wearing a nice bra today, so only her shitty brassiere was stained. Laying her shirt over the small heater in the corner, she turned to throw away the damp tissues when her door was opened.
“Hey Y/N! I noticed you didn’t have any lunch today so I got you this sandwich…” Steve trailed off, frozen in place in the middle of the entryway, a brown paper bag and a to-go cup in hand. “Steve!” She screeched, attempting to cover her naked top half as he stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Close the door!”
He did so. “With you on the other side!” “Oh oh right.” But he made no move to leave, his blue eyes flicking down to her full bust. Heat crawled up her neck as he studied her. “Steve go.” She pleaded, starting to get more self conscious. “Your soul mark.”
Y/N looked down at the tattoo-like drawing on her chest, the rose made of stars looked like it had been painted onto her skin, she usually covered it up since it was in more of an intimate place. “W-what about it?” She tried to turn away but Steve was faster. He dropped the cup and the bag, his big hand grabbing her shoulder to keep her in place.
With a quick move, his own tight shirt had been pulled over his head and cast to the side. Y/N squeaked, eyes darting to anywhere that wasn’t the super soldier’s body. “Look.” Calloused fingers guided her jaw down and she gasped. There on the Captain America’s very sculpted pec, was a rose made from stars. Tentatively reaching out, she touched his warm skin, tracing the delicate lines of the mark.
“It’s you?” He nodded, a relieved smile overcoming his features. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you.” They paused for a brief moment before their lips crashed together. The kiss was by no means romantic or tender, it was all teeth and tongues as months of tension finally snapped. Muscular arms wrapped tightly around her thick waist to pull her even closer, the need to feel each other growing at an alarming rate.
Y/N’s hands slid up his strong back and tangled in his perfect blond hair, her soft stomach pressed against him, moaning into Steve’s mouth as she felt the length of his hard cock on her tummy. Suddenly she pulled away. “Wait Steve. I have to tell you something.” His grip loosened slightly. “What is it? Do you not want to do this?” She shook her head. “No no. I do. I’ve wanted this for so long. I just- I’ve never done this before.”
His blue eyes widened before they got darker, lust radiating from them. He dipped down and met her lips once more, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth, one big palm cupping her plump ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Me neither.” He groaned in between kisses. “Do you know how hot that is?” Sloppy kisses were placed down her jaw as he spoke. “That we will only have each other for the rest of our lives. That I will only be yours and you will only be mine.”
Y/N moaned, guiding his head to her throat, where he proceeded to bite and suckle the delicate skin, leaving deep marks that she would definitely struggle to cover up tomorrow. “I’m yours Steve. All yours.” Heat pooled between her legs, soaking her panties through. The bigger man rolled his hips into her, desperately trying to relieve his aching cock.
She gasped as her ass collided with the edge of her desk, several items falling to the floor, but Steve didn’t relent, he couldn’t. Not when he finally had her in his arms. Sharp nails scraped down his back and he growled into her neck. His mind was overloaded with sensations, the way Y/N was mewling into the air, the feel of her skin beneath his lips, the smell of her weeping cunt which seemed to invade his senses with a tangy sweetness, the taste of her sweat on his tongue.
He couldn’t wait anymore.
Thick fingers slipped down her front, nudging her skirt up over her hips so his warm palm could cup her clothed pussy. “Are you ok with this? We can slow down.” She shook her head, hand falling to his wrist and pushing it even closer to the sizable wet patch in her panties. “I want this so bad. Please.” Steve felt like his knees were about to give in as she looked up at him with big doe eyes.
“Ok ok, lemme just prep you first, I don’t want to hurt you petal.” Oh god, he was going to be the death of her. With delicate movements, like he hadn’t just been sucking on her neck like a fucking vampire, Steve lowered her soaked panties, letting them drop to the floor. He kept his eyes lock on hers as his hand slid up her soft inner thigh, the calloused tips of his fingers barely brushing the folds of her sex. “Steve please.” She breathed, rolling her hips down, needing him to touch her.
But he continued to tease, seemingly hypnotised by the way her wetness gathered on his hand and shimmered in the white light of the fluorescent bulbs above them. It was pure torture, he was so close to where she needed him but still so far away. It just slipped out, her mind already going hazy. “Please Captain.”
The growl that resonated through his chest was downright feral, it was deep and almost animalistic, like she was suddenly trapped in her office with a bear and not a man. “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.” In a surprisingly bold move, Y/N bit down on his ear lobe before whispering. “Then do it, Captain.” Steve grabbed her by her wide hips to plant her on top of the desk, immediately stepping between her thick thighs.
His lips were already swollen from their kisses, his pale face a dark red with a flush that spread down his chest. “This may hurt.” His breathing was ragged and he looked to be at the very end of his composure. Wrapping her legs around his small waist, Y/N brought his body to hers, the blunt head of his cock pressed tightly to her virgin opening. “Hurt me.”
Steve’s blue eyes fluttered and his breath hitched. “You’re going to regret that little girl.” He growled and pushed in, fitting together like a missing puzzle piece. Both exactly where they were meant to be.
Kaeya just stares for a moment, taking in the sight of you. Clothed in nothing but some sheer lace, you fidget beneath his gaze, wishing he’d say something.
“Wow,” he finally says, bemusement in his voice. His eye sparkles with excitement, and he gestures for you to step closer. When you do, he places a hand over the ruffles on your chest, letting his hand glide over the curves of your body to settle on your hip. “A rare treat indeed. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You blush. “I just thought it would be cute,” you murmur, and he smiles.
“It is. You’re adorable,” he tells you as he leans in to kiss your neck. His hands roam across the lace, cupping your breasts, lightly squeezing your belly, kneading your ass. Eventually his fingers wander between your legs, where he quickly finds your clit and starts rubbing circles into it.
You melt beneath his touch, mewling and moaning as he guides your hand to his clothed erection. Unzipping him, you draw out his cock from its confines, stroking along its length. He lets out a soft hum of satisfaction as your fingers swirl around his tip, and the sound makes you swoon.
Kaeya guides you to the sofa nearby, where he sits down, gesturing for you to straddle him. You take position, a bit hesitant, but he runs a soothing hand down along your curves and he leans in to kiss you. His silver tongue makes you melt, and a thin string of saliva runs down your chin.
You roll your hips experimentally and an approving noise escapes his throat, encouraging you to grind down harder. You rub your pussy along the length of his erection, a hand squeezing your tits, your thighs, your belly as the kiss deepens to a panting fervor. Finally, you can’t take it anymore, and you reach down, pulling your panties aside, positioning him at your entrance, and sliding yourself down onto him.
Your breath catches in your throat as you take him in, your walls shuddering around his girth. He hums a low moan into your kiss, and moves his hands to your ass, squeezing half moons into your flesh as he guides you up, then bounces you back down onto his cock.
“My, my, I am truly the luckiest man in the world. A present all wrapped up nice and pretty, and one who serves herself to me to boot,” he purrs. You giggle, and kiss him again.
The two of you continue like this for some time, his mouth eventually wandering down to your tits, his tongue swirling around your nipple, swollen from the attention. As you get close, your rhythm stutters, as he’s bottoming out with each thrust, and it’s just so much that you can’t take it anymore, and… You come in tandem, your hips spasming as he twitches inside of you.
He strokes your cheek as you both come down from the high.
“Thank you for the treat, it was truly a delight,” he says with a soft laugh. You smile wide, and wrap your arms around him tight.
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Childe
Childe looks shocked when he walks in to see you clothed in nothing but a frilly teddy, your wide hips hidden only by thin, sheer lace, your tummy peeking out between the folds of the fabric, your squishy thighs bubbling up over the elastic of the garter belt you wore. For several moments he simply stares, mouth agape, as you fiddle with the hem of the teddy.
“Say something,” you urge.
“Sorry, I… wow,” he replies, simply dumbstruck. With a couple of quick, long strides, he’s at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. He gropes greedily at your chest, as he leans in to kiss your neck.
“Archons, you’re so fucking hot,” he mutters into your ear, his voice low. A blush rises on your cheeks.
Leading you over to the bed behind you, he tosses you down onto it, hungrily crawling on top of you, towering over your negligee-clad form like a predator. He wastes no time letting his hands wander across your body once more, his expression greedy yet reverent.
He lowers his mouth to a nipple, biting down lightly on the bud, sending a shockwave through your body. With one hand, he moves to undo his pants, drawing his cock out. Childe seems in a rush to devour you, and sure enough, he next spreads your legs, letting his fingers sink into your soft thighs.
“Can I?” he asks. You’re unsure if your response will change his course of action, but you nod your head.
At the gesture he spreads you even further, and shoves himself deep inside of you. You both moan as he reaches deep, your walls warm and soft and swallowing him whole. He begins to move, and you can both immediately tell this will be a quick one. Your pussy clenching him tight, as if trying to keep him inside, trying to greedily swallow him whole.
Childe runs his hands along your sides, down to your hips, gripping them to guide you back and forth onto his cock.
“You’ve outdone yourself this time,” he says.
“So you like it?” you ask with a giggle.
“Like it?” he asks, “I love it. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You wrap your arms around him as he bucks his hips into you, hot squelching noises echoing through the room. Soon, his thrusts become more and more fervent, until finally, he pulls out and shoots his load across your abdomen.
You barely get a moment to catch your breath as he pulls you into a deep kiss. You mentally prepare yourself for a long night: now that you’ve got him going, you know you won’t get away easily.
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Venti
Venti doesn’t miss a step when he walks into the room to see you clothed in nothing but lacy negligee, immediately bounding over and wrapping his arms around you.
“Wow, what’s this?” he asks, his voice jubilant. He takes your hands in his and looks you up and down. A lace chemise hugs your curves, hiding a tiny thong and a garter belt that holds up thigh high stockings. “You look amazing!”
You blush, as he runs his hands down your sides, stopping at your stomach and jiggling it a little.
“H-hey!” you say, and he laughs happily.
“You are so so so adorable. So incredibly gorgeous. My sweet, soft lover…,” he reaches a hand forward, kneading one of your tits with his long, lithe fingers as he leans forward to press kisses onto your chest. “Nothing can compare to this, it’s truly heaven.”
You reach down and stroke his head as he nuzzles into your breasts, and he chuckles a bit. Pulling back, he grabs your shoulders and spins you around, before bending down and grabbing your ass in both hands, again kneading his fingers into it.
“V-Venti?” you say his name quizzically, unsure of what he has planned.
“Can you bend over a little?” he asks, his tone light. You do, and he whistles. “Truly heaven,” he repeats.
He keeps one hand on your ass as he snakes the other down between your legs, rubbing along your slick through the thin lace thong. You jerk a little at the touch, but his firm grip on your ass keeps you in place as he crouches down and replaces his hand with his tongue. He runs it up and down along the length of your entrance, thoroughly saturating it with both his saliva and the first of your own fluids. Peeling the damp fabric away, he shoves his tongue fully inside, moving his hands to your thighs and spreading them apart slightly to get better access.
Venti skillfully uses his tongue to find just the right spots sliding a finger in for good measure, and curling it up against your hot spot. Moans and mewls drip from your lips as you try to keep your knees steady under his assault.
When you’re dripping wet, and he seems satisfied, he finally pulls away, licking his lips loudly.
“Now for the main event,” he laughs, pulling out his cock from its confines. His erection is long and lithe to match his fingers, and he wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance from behind.
With a buck of his hips, Venti slides inside, his hands greedily pawing at your ass, your stomach, your tits. He’s not a quiet fuck – his moans echo through the room along with yours as he thrusts into you with wild abandon.
He doesn’t waste any time either, and it’s not long before you can feel him on the verge of climax. A few more wild thrusts, and he pulls out, finishing across your ass.
“Now, it’s your turn,” he says, “What sort of fantasies can I fulfill for you tonight, my love?”
hey there, can i request a megumi fushiguro x chubby fem reader please? megumi pining to reader and being completely unashamed of it. thank you and have a good day.
𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the undefeated champion of underground, mixed-martial arts, falls in love with his medic.
𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 — honey, i’m so sorry for making you wait for this response, hope you’re satisfied with this prompt. <3
𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 — ᥫ᭡
megumi fushiguro, underground champion of the hidden ring, silently advances towards the center stage; fist drawn with precision. taking no time to think, he retracts quick enough to weave passed a few sharp swings. inhaling softly, those onyx irises faintly stare at the opposing fighter; prompting him to strike hard and fast. three, carefully aimed, punches to the head are all it took to make his prey crumble against the mat. thus, the match had ended brutally. with him raising a steady fist— defending his title as the undefeated king, once again.
the bell rings promptly, as a affirmation that solidified the reality of this win; whilst officially declaring this fight over. satisfied, an arena of cheers broke through an invisible silence. upon hearing such a standing ovation, the champ lightly smirks before walking to his corner. there, his team awaits with open arms and determined smiles. on their way to the back room, spectators briefly replayed recent events in disbelief. simply because they couldn’t believe how incredibly talented the fushiguro name had become in less than a year. much credit to the rigorous training regiments and complex formations created by gojo satoru— a retired heavyweight champion.
“excellent work out there— had the arena shaking in disbelief,” gojo exclaims, pressing a steady hand to the back of his protégé’s head; grinning from ear to ear. those bright and shimmering irises hidden behind a pair of dark shades, despite being within a dimly lit building. “a takedown that quick hasn’t happened in years. what made you go for such a tactic?”
“didn’t feel like wasting my time,” megumi responds lowkey, unwrapping bandages from his bruised knuckles, whilst entering this personalized dojo as the newly appointed titleholder. his darkened irises follow the sound of deepened grunts and firm jabs to a punching bag. a head of strawberry blonde hair peaked from around the corner, with the television sounding. replays and discussion about this night echoed through. holding the bag still, is one of the top female fighters in the game; nobara kugisaki— her almond eyes re-watching the calculated punches of her colleague, in absolute amazement.
hearing the incoming conversation, yuji itadori playfully chuckles a response— to a question he wasn’t even asked, “you don’t have to lie! we pretty much know the truth, dude.”
“and that is?” his question didn’t take much time, at all, to be answered by his fellow colleague. deep down inside, he knew what the goofy-idiot planned to say. and, as much as one would hate to admit it, the boy was right about that much.
“you’re just in a rush to see your little girlfriend,” yuji playfully retorts, rushing to jab the center of heavy bag once more. sweat trickling down his forehead, allowing his chiseled biceps to flex and shine against the light and strain. is it such a crime, to want to finish a fight earlier? honestly, it makes room for the more intimate moments in life. preferably a night spent with a partner— whom, will most likely focus on patching up the wounds of his battle. ideally, it wasn’t such a bad idea.
“that has nothing—,” megumi hadn’t even begun to respond when he is ultimately cut off by his instructor.
“girlfriend!? since when?” gojo is stumbling over his feet in absolute shock. there is nothing weird about fighters having a significant other— however, it is absolutely terrifying to hear that someone as stoic and irritable as megumi has the slightest interest in someone. that poor girl; doesn’t even know what she’ll be getting herself into, dealing with him. how’d this happen? when did this happen? and why wasn’t he told? it’s as if he didn’t raise the boy half his life.
hearing this exaggerated cry of confusion, nobara faces both parties with a teasing smirk of her own, “you haven’t figured it out yet? he pretty much simps over her everyday.”
everyone watched as the white-haired male grasps at the soft tufts of his tresses in absolute distress. he couldn’t believe the his ears, and to think he hasn’t even met her yet. or has he? the only woman who can stand his personality for long, other than those he trains with, is his childhood friend. could it be? man, he really hasn’t been paying attention has he?
“you literally have no idea! just yesterday—,” yuji chuckles, getting ready to indulge in a hilariously cute story. before he is unintentionally interrupted by a deepened sigh of anger and exhaustion. which ultimately silenced the voices of everyone.
having had enough of the teasing, megumi placed the bandages in the disposal and collected his robes from a hook on the wall. on a good day, he’d argue with these three clowns. but, tonight he had other places he’d rather be. cracking open the back door, he mutters curtly, “m’going to the medic, don’t wait up.”
as they called his name, he blocked their voices and quickly shut the door behind himself. those onyx irises staring at the photographed wall as he calmly walked to the medical wing. perhaps, they were right. he is a fool for love. who wouldn’t be for someone as enduringly beautiful as you are— the trained medic. he remembers meeting you as if it were yesterday. starting with him entering the hospital ward after a hectic fight; heavily injured and exhausted, wanting to be at peace. and there enters the prettiest nurse he’s ever set his wiry optics on. a nurturing soul is an absolute understatement; you’re a queen. so thick and utterly curvaceous with the most charming smile, delicate features, pretty hair, and a scent of delicate oak so subtle that nobody, including you, would notice. honestly, he was stunned by your body type— plump from head to toe, with gentle fingers that worked to sterilize a needle. smitten from that moment on, he disclosed his interest slowly before winning you over completely.
halting at the sight of another entrance, megumi exhaled softly before proceeding into the room; and there you sat against the couch, television re-enacting several programs— mixed martial arts being one of the first. you made sure of it, not wanting to miss a single thing. though, his sudden appearance made your gaze leave the screen quickly. a smile brightening the room after realizing.
“well— aren’t you here early,” you muttered softly, moving away from furniture and walking to assist in mending any injury. your fingertips danced across his soft skin, trailing to find anything for repair. “after a fight like that— i wasn’t expecting you to come.”
“you were watching, huh?” he rasped out, finding the gesture to be incredibly enduring. grasping at your palms, he leans towards the warmth of your touch. releasing a sigh of exhaustion. he had some bruised knuckles: consisting of scarred tissue and broken skin.
noticing these slight damages, you prompted to use a disinfectant pad that’ll work to cleanse the sore and soak up pools of dried blood. you worked diligently, not wanting to risk an infection while responding to his questions wholeheartedly, “when am i not? i’m your biggest supporter, remember?”
“you’ve mentioned,” he chuckles to himself, eyebrows rising in utter contentment. watching as you tendered his calloused hands with such care.
“you’ve got to learn to be more careful," you chaste, wrapping bandages around them once more before tossing out the used padding and equipment. “hate having to patch you up all the time— it worries me.”
megumi runs his bandaged fingers against the base of your neck, leaning forth to capture those plush cheeks in kisses. plentiful with his appreciation. each peck made that smile grow bigger, until you were grinning. he did this quite often, opting to showcase his love through acts of service and touch. “forgive me for worrying you so much— i’ll try not to make a habit out of it.”
finishing with one final kiss to the forehead, you turned to stare into the prettiest shade of onyx black irises imaginable. amused by his love, you shakily reach out to touch his jaw— wanting to make sure this is real and not a feverish daydream. his skin is soft beneath your fingers as they traced the scars that danced upon his cheeks and when doing so a smile appears.
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ok like. chubby fertility archon reader is so yummy and good but what about.. fertility archon childe and chubby reader?? he’s the number one believer that everybody should get pregnant and have children… rumour has it that several hundred years ago he went on a spree and impregnated more people than you could possibly count. as of late, however, he’s seemed to reign it in.
until he met you.
when he first saw you, he didn’t even think you were real; maybe you were something he’d conjured up from his imagination. after all, there was no way anyone’s body could be that perfect — from your head all the way down to your toes you were perfectly made to bear children. his children. and he made it his goal to seduce you from that no-good husband of yours; he couldn’t breed you nearly as well as childe could. your breeding hips, your full breasts, your cute chubby tummy — all perfect for bearing the children childe would give you. he could picture it as clear as day in his mind.
all you needed was to give in to him.
GOD i’m OBSESSED with this. big breeder childe who’s almost like an incubus rather than an esteemed archon given his penchant for tempting cute little darlings into carrying his children? yes please.
afab + gn reader below (no gendered pronouns or terms but afab anatomy), chubby reader, light dubcon/coercion, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, cheating/netorare, and body worship below!
rumor has it that there was once a time where if you picked any pregnant stranger off the street, there was no less than a 100% chance the father of the baby (or babies, given childe’s insane fertility) in their tummy was childe, the very fertility archon himself. a whole generation comprised of almost nothing except for demiarchon babies with flaming ginger streaks in their hair came as a direct result of childe’s escapades; he swears that all the time he spent knocking up brood mama after brood mama until he had a harem large enough to fill an entire hotel twice over was the most fun he’s ever had.
keyword being was— sure, he had a blast going on a pleasure escapade so long and debauched that it’s a part of history books now, but there’s a reason why he’s since dropped that experience to second place on his list of his most enjoyable memories.
courting and wooing you has been far more fun.
when childe first found out that you have a husband, he wasn’t exactly shocked per se— of course someone with a body and a face like yours would be married; anybody who would willingly pass up the opportunity to take a spouse like you is a moron through and through. the only thing that would be even dumber than passing up on such a gorgeous little thing would be marrying them and then failing to properly appreciate them— as is what seems to be the case with your husband.
it’s really not that hard for an archon to look into the lives of mortals— when you oversee a nation, it’s pretty easy to find ways to involve yourself with its people. some archons take to simply walking around their nation as if they’re just a normal citizen themselves and often go unrecognized as the archon— and childe’s no exception. as far as any onlooker is concerned, he’s just a handsome stranger with a certain air about him that places him a tier above the rest… but nobody would guess he’s the very same archon responsible for all those wild tales of breeding rampages and pregnancy cults.
as far as you’re concerned, childe’s just a regular at your humble little bakery. a handsome stranger, sure, but you know him more as the polite young man who always makes it a point to swing by and pick up a pastry or two. he says he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth himself, but his children do.
it’s not a total lie to say that he has children— remember his blood runs through plenty of the now-grown up demiarchon adults working and living throughout the nation— it’s just that his children aren’t really… children anymore and that he doesn’t keep in touch with them. hell, they probably don’t even know that he’s their father; he can’t imagine any of the cuties he knocked up all those centuries ago would just tell their children that their dad’s an archon, and he’s sure that many of the children outlived their parents by decades due to their archon blood. who knows what excuse their parents gave when their children noticed how they never seem to age that much. similarly, the pastries usually end up going to children or pretty housewives he passes by on the streets as a gift rather than to his own flesh and blood.
the reason he says his purchases are gifts for his kids is because he knows that it makes your heart melt to see such a kindhearted, family-oriented man— you told him that yourself. one night some time ago when he was the only one in your shop as you wiped down the counter and swept the floors, you praised him for being such a good family man before offhandedly mentioning that you’d love to see little ones of your own running around your home.
well, that certainly caught childe’s interest. unknowingly expressing your desire to have children to the archon of fertility? you really are perfect.
he’ll keep his true identity as the very archon everyone turns to when they’re hoping to conceive a secret just for a little while longer. there’s no telling how anyone would react to being in an archon’s presence, especially when you already have somewhat of a connection with him. while he certainly wouldn’t be so bold as to claim you’re best friends or anything, he considers himself familiar enough with you to call you a friend, especially if you’re sharing your dreams and worries with him.
imagine childe’s surprise when you revealed you don’t already have children of your own— maybe he’s biased as, you know, the literal archon of fertility, but if he married a partner like you… celestia, he would have bred you the moment he first laid eyes on you. actually, that’s all he’s wanted to do since the moment he first met you after a chance visit to your bakery resulted in him meeting the most delicious little piece of ass he’s ever seen— so to hear that you’ve gone so many months feeling unloved and unworthy, and perhaps most importantly of all, unbred, just strikes pain right into this poor fertility archon’s heart.
again, call him biased if you’d like, but he really does mean it when he says that you have a body made for breeding. the joy of stopping by your humble bakery comes in the form of being able to watch your body as you move about your kitchen and the dining area— tight jeans hugging your wide, round hips and clinging to your soft, thick thighs as you scoot chairs and tables around, bending at the waist to better put your strength behind each push. with hips like those, you’re just begging to be bent over the very counter you always greet him at with his cock shoved deep and snug inside of you. the sight of your soft belly pushing against the tiny little apron you wear over your clothes is enough to make him hard right where he sits five feet away from you— thick darlings always know how to take a good, rough pounding, and the soft layer of fat on your midsection will serve as a wonderful protective cushion for a baby in your tummy. and don’t even get him started on your tits… has he jerked off to the mental image of them growing a cup size or two as they swell and swell with breastmilk to provide for the baby? absolutely.
how in teyvat has your husband not knocked you up three times over yet? you’re so perfect.
and now imagine your surprise when childe invites you out for dinner one evening— no, it’s not a date, he had said with an innocent smile. you’re taken, after all. consider this just an evening between friends, okay?
oh, it’s totally a date. and if things go the way he hopes they will, you’ll end up pregnant by the end of the night. it’s what you deserve. it’s what you want. it’s what you need— if he dwells too long on the thought of you trying to tie your tiny apron over an increasingly growing, round pregnant belly, he damn near comes right in his pants. there’s nobody in all of teyvat who’d make a lovelier pregnant parent than you… and he would know. he’s personally responsible for at least 70% of his nation’s pregnancies throughout history.
you don’t feel guilty in going out to dinner with childe because it’s just as he said— it’s not a date, just an evening between friends sharing a delicious meal together. having someone else prepare food for you is a welcome chance of pace— whereas you usually cook for you and your husband, childe said that there’s nothing he’d enjoy more than getting the opportunity to cook for you. after all, he’s always eating your cooking— why not let him return the favor by taking a seat at his kitchen table and sampling his cooking?
when childe innocently says that you could have his cooking every single day if you so desire after you praise his skills, you don’t think anything of it. when childe rests his hand on your hip as you help him with dishes afterwards— as you basically demanded to help with something after he worked so hard on a meal for you— you assume it was just an accident… or that’s what you would assume if his hand didn’t linger on your hip for a moment before pulling away. when he asks you again about your marriage and your desire to have children, you wouldn’t even begin to guess that he’d offer to help you in the very same breath.
“you said it yourself,” he murmurs in your ear, hand rubbing across your soft belly as you set your towel down. “that there’s nothing you’d love more than to hear your little ones running through the halls of your house.”
“you know that i…” you start, but despite your attempt at protesting, you arch into his touch when his hand makes its way back to your ass.
“that you’re married?” childe finishes for you, scoffing lightly. “sweetheart, that’s not a deterrent for me. besides, if a man can’t treat his spouse properly, then what’s so wrong with me just… filling out the gaps? if your husband won’t breed you and give you the family you want, what’s to say that i can’t do it for you?” what, do you think this is his first time wooing a married person?
you fall silent. of course you know that, in your heart, adultery is wrong and marriages are to be respected through showing loyalty to one another… but when your husband won’t meet your needs and fulfill the one wish you have… would it be so wrong to seek out someone who can help you? you and your husband do have sex— it seems it’s just that your evenings together have never lined up with your ovulation days, so it wouldn’t exactly be hard to pass the baby off as his… and there’s nothing you want more than to be a parent… and is it not true that your needs matter too? isn’t a marriage about fairness and compromise?
even childe’s surprised by just how easily you gave in to his offer to breed you silly. here you are, a married person, making out with a man other than your husband as he helps you out of your clothes. childe can’t help but relish in the fact that he’s about to breed you in his own kitchen— if knocking you up in the kitchen isn’t the spitting image of domesticity, he’s not sure what is.
oh, your lips are so sweet— it’s as if the sugar from all your baked goods you spend so much time making every day has become a permanent part of you, pulling him in and making him addicted to tasting more and more and more of you. you kiss so shyly and so purely he’d guess that you’ve never kissed before if he didn’t already know that you’re married.
“i want to be a parent more than anything else,” you whisper sadly against his lips, your hands clutching at the neckline of his shirt. “i just… it’s all i want, childe. why won’t he even just talk about the idea of having a family together?”
childe cups one of your cheeks in his hand, prompting you to look into his eyes. “you poor thing,” he murmurs. “why don’t you let me give it to you? that’s what i’m best for, after all.”
oh, does he mean that. more than you’ll ever, ever know.
the guilt of going behind your husband’s back vanishes practically the second childe sinks his raw cock into you. archons, he’s thick— he fills you in ways your husband never has and never will, reaching so deep he hits your cervix once he’s sheathed all the way into you.
“look at you, sucking me right in,” childe purrs, sitting back to get a better look at you as you take him to the hilt. “so eager… you’ve wanted this all this time, haven’t you?”
you give a frantic nod and gasp as he begins to thrust in and out of you, heavy balls slapping against your ass on each brutal movement of his hips. being filled by something this big and this thick… how have you gone so long without experiencing this sensation? you’re so tight around him you can feel him twitch and throb against the hot walls of your cunt, the bush of pubic hair at the base of his cock tickling your lips each time your hips meet his.
“gonna be so fucking lovely,” childe grunts as he pounds away at your dripping cunt. “this belly of yours is already perfect, so the only thing that could make it even better is putting my baby in you. seeing you round out and grow so nice and pretty for me… fuck, i’ll come if i think about it too hard.”
you can’t help but imagine it yourself… how you’ll look with a round belly filling out all your clothes, your tits swelling nice and big with milk until they’re resting on your belly like a shelf. will you finally get your wish for a family granted tonight?
“i know,” he chirps, leaning forward and effectively lifting your hips up and off the table below.
“why don’t you ask the archon ajax for an extra blessing?”
anyone else think that pierro would be obsessed with a chubby fem partner? like he’d just lose it internally when he saw you at first, all smiles and squish, the epitome of a little wife for him to breed over and over? large, muscle-bound fatui leader feeling quilty because he wants to worship you more than the tsarsita. like ugghhhh when he finally gathers the courage to confess he just follows you around everywhere, at least one hand touching ur soft rolls :( he’s absolutely addicted to ur body, holding it in any way he can when he rams into you after a long day <3
toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.
it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.
he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.
you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.
"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.
"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.
after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.
all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."
"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.
"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.
"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.
you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.
"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.
you raise a brow at him. "okay?"
you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.
a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.
maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.
its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3
CHUBBY CHASER USHIJIMA PLEASE SUNNY I CAN'T. He sees you out in public and approaches you with his serious face and intimidating frame just to say "you are very beautiful" and offer to pay for whatever it is you're buying. Or if you're friends and mention your ex not being able to pick you up he's like "it would be very easy for me to lift you. Would you like me to?" and he just carries you around for a while until you stop being flustered and ask for him to put you down. He tries not to be pervy about it because he's a respectable young man but he really does go crazy for thigh highs. He daydreams about kissing the tops of them where your thighs pudge up from the band and feeling them press against his ears while he makes you squeal with his tongue. Your tummy is his favorite thing though, he'll stand behind you while you're doing stuff and just rest his hands on your cute tummy and knead it like a cat. Or use it as a pillow while you snuggle and lazily place kisses on it. Wahhh :((( -rosie
NAURRRR NONONO IM CREAMINGGGG 😭 you got me out here thinkin things and writin things :(
CW: chubby fem reader, mentions of body insecurities, male masturbation, smut, this got way too long im sorry sksksk
Omg b-but friend Ushijima 🥺 yall have known each other since high school when you were a manager for his volleyball team. He's always been blunt, telling you that your hair looks nice today or that you look very pretty in that dress, but you always brush it off bc that's just Wakatoshi! He's just bein nice, he's always such a gentleman :) you don't put much thought into his compliments bc he's your friend and you don't wanna ruin that. Besides, what would a big pro volleyball player like him want with a big gal like yourself? Regardless, you like Wakatoshi as a friend, you don't wanna ruin anything but trying to pursue a romantic relationship.
So you stay friends in college, hanging out when your schedules match, usually just chilling at your apartment. You play games or just watch tv, and you're so comfortable around him that you just wear whatever and don't think about the consequences bc it's just Ushi!! It's just your buddy, it's not weird if you walk around without a bra or underwear, wearing a tank top and itty bitty shorts in summer and thigh highs and big sweaters in the winter. You're just dressing comfy, aint nothin else to it
Oh. If only you knew. If only you knew how Ushijima felt and what those skimpy little casual outfits did to him :( he's a gentleman through and through, he was taught to respect women, but god does he wish he could be disrespectful with you :( sees you in the summer, watches your tits bounce as you walk, your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts, lewdly sucking a popsicle, not knowing how sexy you look :( then in winter when you where those goddamn thigh highs, the ones that look so soft and inviting, the ones he wants to slip his fingers under as he watches tv with you :( he has to put a pillow on his lap to hide his boner during those cold months :( oh god, but it's even worse when you steal his sweatshirts or hoodies and wear em, your chubby body still so tiny compared to his hulking frame, making you drown in the fabric. You look so cute and innocent, the sleeves falling past your hands, the hem of it stopping mid thigh, giving him the tiniest peek of your squished thighs in those pretty socks. He cant help but imagine you on your back, his old hoodie tucked over your breasts as he bucks into you, soft body jiggling with each thrust :( He may not be able to control himself, may have to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off real quick so he doesn't do something wrong and push your boundaries :(
Oh no, but what if it all comes to a head when you break up with your boyfriend :( Ushi comes over to comfort you and listen to you rant about how awful he was and how he never put your feelings first and he couldn't even lift you up—
"I could lift you up. It would be very easy for me. Would you like me to show you?"
And you're nervous and try to dissuade him but he's already standing and helping you up from the couch and suddenly he's scooping you up in his arms and carrying you like a princess 🥺 he's not even breaking a sweat, he's not straining or shaking at all, you're like a bag of feathers to him 🥺 oh god but now you can't stop thinkin bout how big and strong he is and how he's always so nice to you and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second :( gotta tell him to let you down quick or else you'll start moaning :(
It's not long after that when Ushijima asks you out and you're too infatuated with him to say no :( he treats you so much better than your ex, taking you to your favorite places, always putting your needs first, never pushing your boundaries :( such a gentleman, you just wanna thank him for always bein so sweet and takin care of you :( maybe it starts with just kisses but it quickly turns into heated makeout sessions and dry humping and shoving your hands down each other's pants to get each other off :( but he never pushes you to do anything you don't want. This relationship goes at your pace, the last thing he wants to do is rush you
Buuuut... you've never really considered yourself the patient type 👉👈 so you may go a bit fast and get him into bed as soo as possible and dear god, is he hung like a horse 💦 so long and thick, you didn't think you'd ever see such a big cock in real life. Wasn't this stuff reserved for porn and unrealistic dildos?? You're anxious to be filled but what if it's too big?? What if you can't even get the head in?? What if Ushijima is unsatisfied with you and leaves—
But all those worrisome thoughts leave your pretty head once he goes down on you, his head hidden under your skirt, hands squeezing at your sock covered thighs. He makes you cum twice on his tongue before he introduces his fingers, those thick digits scissoring inside you, helping your muscles expand and relax. You've soaked the sheets by the time he's done, and he hasn't even put his cock in you yet :( even with all that prepping, he still has to bully his cock inside, thumbing your clit to try and get you to relax so you stop squeezin him so hard, if you don't let up he's gonna cum with just a few thrusts :(
It takes some work but he finally gets his whole cock inside you 💦 he's so gentle, going slow, giving these long strokes, making sure you're ok :( god, you just want him to ruin you already!! You want him to fuck you like he means it!! You beg him sweetly to go faster, harder, you're a big girl you can take it, cmon 'toshi just let go and let me make you feel good 💕 you're such a vixen but he doesn't give in, keeping the same steady pace until you cum on his cock, forcing him over the edge as well.
And there's soooo much cum 😭 it can't even fit inside, spilling out as he's cumming. As he cleans you up, you wonder if it would stay inside better if your hips were tilted up... maybe with your legs back? A mating press perhaps?? Thoughts swirl through your head but it'll all have to wait till next time bc once Toshi has cleaned the two of you up and gets back in bed with you, he's out like a light sksksks
N.A: Hi guys!! First I want to say that English is not my mother tongue, so there will probably be grammatical errors. Another point is: this is my first post like this. I usually just leave some plots that I think of, but I enjoyed writing this one. Sorry for anything and I hope you like it.
Ok!!!
It was everything you wanted. An apartment in a good place, at a very good price (which you didn't find strange at first) and close to everything that was important.
It was a shame that the euphoria of independence blinded you to read the ad properly or think some more.
It wasn't an apartment just for you. And yes, to share it with a random stranger.
You thought about going back, but you had already paid the advance deposit in the amount of 3 rentals.
was going to end up eating noodles at every meal anyway.
Besides, going back to her parents' house with her tail between her legs wasn't an option.
You accept and decide to face the lion.
But Sakusa wasn't a lion, perhaps a rather grumpy cat with serious cleanliness habits.
In the beginning it was not easy. The rest of the house might not be as impeccable as Kyoomi's room, but he still cherished the cleanliness and organization of all the rooms.
already your room made him dizzy just looking
Let's say you were a little messy, but it was your room, your privacy. He wouldn't meddle, just like you wouldn't meddle with his.
But that didn't mean he didn't give little signs that you were a lost cause. Or indirectly he offered to clean up the chaos you slept in.
"My room is like this because it represents my state of mind, Omi."
"So you need a psychologist urgently."
💀💀💀
He wasn't very good at cooking, so that task was your while cleaning was his.
But the dishes were yours.
You dirty, you clean.
Even if Sakusa ended up washing it again when he was going to use something.
You stopped feeling offended about a month ago.
He was like that. Do what.
Even more so when he saw you using a cup and putting it unwashed in the drainer 🗣️🗣️🗣️
If he knew you had already drunk the milk straight from the gallon then…
Whenever you cooked he kept an eye out 👀👀👀
"I don't know if the health surveillance would approve of his methods."
"If you keep talking in my ear, I'll lick some onigiri when you're not looking and watch you guess which one isn't, how about that?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"I already ate food that fell on the floor for more than 5 seconds, Sakusa. Are you sure you're going to challenge me?"
🤐🤐🤐
He knows you won't, but something prompts him to tease you. He likes to make you upset.
In the end, the kitchen is hell and he:
"I won't clean, clean it yourself."
But as soon as you start washing the dishes, he magically appears at your side with a rag in his hand to dry them.
"You're too slow." He says clicking his tongue.
Sometimes he was unbearable. Others you were.
Eventually a friendship was built.
The turning point was when one night, as you were saying goodbye, you involuntarily kissed him on the cheek. Just a custom of yours with close friends.
And Sakusa, who wasn't much of a PDA, found himself curious.
I mean, he didn't think it was bad, or did he find it disgusting.
And that's what left him confused.
Okay, his lip gloss was a little sticky on his cheek, but the twist in his belly was enough to let it go.
And even leave him yearning for more..
Since then, kisses on the cheek have become frequent.
Upon arrival? Kiss on cheek.
Before you leave? Kiss on cheek.
Waking up? Kiss on cheek.
And Sakusa's belly? 🦋🦋🦋
The other night you went out and he went to sleep with that mixed feelings inside him.
Did he like you or did he like the feel of your sweet chubby lips on his cheek?
What would he do if you gave him an open mouth kiss on his cheek? What if he accidentally turned his head right away and touched his lips?
🤯🤯🤯
"What's happening to me?" her face all red from the sinful thoughts of their tongues fighting for dominance in the kiss.
His nose bleeds as he imagines himself sucking his tongue.
He can't sleep well with that foggy mind and gets up to drink ice cold water, finding you sleeping in the living room.
With one arm to one side, one leg to the other. A little dry drool in the corner of the your mouth. totally crooked.
And, God, he's never found you more beautiful.
You were the prettiest mess he'd ever seen.
He bends down next to you and decides to carry you to the bedroom. The sofa is not as good for the spine as it looks.
You wake up feeling something touch the back of his knees and something wrap around his thick waist.
"What are you doing?" He is slightly startled by his husky voice.
"Taking you to the bedroom."
You let out a dry laugh as you take his arms away.
"As if." You stretch and he is momentarily mesmerized by the striped part of your belly that appears when your shirt rides up.
Sakusa's big hand comes up to grab his waist, tempted to touch the newly uncovered patch of skin, but stops midway as he reasons what you've said.
"What's the problem?" He looks up, feeling his hands tingle with the desire to touch you. One hand rests beside yours on the couch and the other on your leg to quench some tactile desire.
"Come on, you don't need all that either. I know I'm far from skinny, Omi." You respond by running your hand over your face.
One second you're sitting on the couch and the next you're choking in surprise in the arms of a scowling Sakusa.
"You know, I don't work out just to hit balls.."
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