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sugary sweet https://elicalace.tumblr.com/ask

[elicalace]

— WELCOME

hi im angelica! i'm 7teen years old and i started writing recently (no one ever wrote the specific scenarios i had in mind so i had to step up) - leave requests i promise i will use some as inspiration when i'm in a slump

would like to mention that my first language is not english so if i make any mistakes be kind

i write (mostly) jjk, mha and would like to start writing for haikyuu, naruto and knb

mha | haikyuu | jjk | naruto | knb

[elicalace]

frat!kuna bagged a baddie who's got a lil kick

sukuna was tired of the bitchy girls he always had to deal with — wether they were from a one night stand or a girl that got hooked from his flirty antics, it always ends the same way — he rejects them and they run off to start rumors.

so yeah, he was done with girls. okay,maybe not completely, he still had some late night fucks after a party, but not without making clear that's where it ends. but other than that, he basically quit the game.

imagine his surprise when he fell in love with a stranger not even a week after that. yes, you heard that right, he the playboy himself fell in love. no less than with a girl he didn't even know before.

it wasn't an extraordinary day or night, just their usual frat parties where half the campus would come to drink or make out with someone. except this time, his eyes landed on a woman who couldn't look more out of place — even while being dressed up all pretty, a look on her face like she couldn't wait to get back home.

if someone told him that not even ten minutes after spotting you, he would have a conversation about how he had the perfect nipple atonomy for piercings, he would laugh or look at them like they were crazy. except this time, he's not laughing.

"i'm serious, have you never thought about it? they are like the perfect size and color." he's unsure how to respond — he's not even sure if he should answer at all.

"...no? i mean maybe? like one or two times." his usual confident, flirty voice falters, like it's the first time a girl talks to him without showering him in compliments. like he's expecting you to laugh it off and tell him you're joking.

well, you're not. "you probably should, dude. but don't let the same piercer as the one who did your eyebrow piercing do it. it's really off center." sukuna takes in second to replay your words in his head, and when they finally connect, he looks like he aged ten years.

"excuse me?"

you don't seem to notice his passive aggressive tone, or you just blatantly chose to ignore it. "yeah it should be way over here. yours almost looks like an centered one." you apparently also don't notice the way he genuinly flinches when you reach to point with your finger at the right placement.

he doesn't even try to look or understand where you're poking him — he's just looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. and god knows why, he felt fucking butterflies in his stomach, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

there's just no way he, out of all people is feeling a spark because a girl is criticising his uneven piercing. he pushes the thoughts aside and a small smirk forms on his lips. "you know, that's not how i thought the conversation was gonna go."

and bless your heart, because you genuinly have no idea what's strange about this conversation. "oh, i'm sorry, did you want to talk about something else?" you sound extremly worried all of a sudden, like you didn't mean to hurt his feelings.

your strange personality doesn't seem to shy away the man infront of you — no, he's even more intrigued now. "how come i don't know the name of such a pretty girl?" it's supposed to be flirty, but sukuna should probaly have known better.

"that's probably because we never talked before. usually people tell you their name when you meet for the first time. otherwise people may think you're stalking them because that's kinda creepy knowing someone's name without asking y'know. but i know you're sukuna, not because im some weirdo who's stalking you it's just you're known as the community dick no offense intended."

the more you ramble on the more sukuna looks like any hope he had to take you to his room left his eyes. he probably should've known you wouldn't take the hint — definetly his fault. after a second of processing your speech his eyebrows shoot up in a mix of confusion and offense?

"...community dick?" his mouth open and closes like he wants to add something to his queestion but he has no idea what to say. the worried look on your face returns for the second time this evening, realising you're talking before thinking.

"no, yes, kind of? there's like nothing wrong if you like pleasuring women , actually that's like really nice of you, it's kinda empowering y'know like feminist and all."

any sign of seriousness leaves his expression and a rare sight for the fratking — a genuine laugh escaping him at your poor attempt of sweet talking yourslef out of calling him a slut.

there aren't many moments where sukuna actually really laughs when talking to girls — a charming smile being all it takes for most to drop their panties.however, it seemed like you had no interest in dropping anything at all.

except for your drink.

right on his bare chest.

it was an accident — truly, someone shoved you off balance and your drink spilled right on his abs, the sudden cold liquid making him hiss at the contact.

his eyes look down at his muscles seeing them drenched in a sticky substance, the alcohol making it's way down to wet his pants.

you gasp, hand covering your mouth. "oh my god — i'm so sorry. there are like no napkins anywhere near— wait i have an idea." he's about to tell you it's no big deal, he was shirtless after all — he could just jump into the pool or whatever but he stops dead in his tracks when you bend down.

right until you're face to face with his stomach.

he's about to ask you what you're doing — but freezes instead the moment your tongue darts out to lick the drink. "wh-what are you doing?" he sounds genuinely at a loss of words. you only answer after making sure no liquid would have time to go under his pants. "all good! your pants are totally save now no worries."

well he is worried — just not about his pants, but the boner he hopes you won't notice. he's unsure if this was supposed to be some kind of seducing tactic — but looking at your innocent expression he discards that idea. you really had just licked a man who you met ten minutes ago and looked like you had no idea how it looked to anyone watching.

there's a rare pink tint at the tips of his ears and he opens his mouth to say anything — but closes it once he realises he has no clue what to say. he also really doesn't know if he should feel as turned on as he is.

"thank you..?" it comes out like a question, like he's unsure if he should be thanking you. you're either ignoring his bewildered expression or you just don't even notice it at all.

"you're welcome. no prob." there's a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say until he breaks it.

"so is there a chance i can get your number?" to make sure you understand where he's going with this he adds, " romantically."

yeah he may have not thought the evening would turn out like this, but who is he to complain if his girl got a lil kick to her? after all — he still bagged the number.

[elicalace]

birthday boy satoru

satoru never really celebrated his birthday — atleast he stopped once there was no one left for him to celebrate with. for him, it was always just another ordinary day, nothing special. the only one who even knew was probably shoko.

so, when he finally met you, he never told you when it was his birthday — it's just something he started thinking of as unimportant. imagine his suprise when he arrived home from a tiresome day of teaching — the whole house decorated, a fresh smell of sweets hitting his nose the moment he entered through the door.

and when he saw you stand there, a selfmade cake with his name and a heart on it? yes, he may or may not have started crying — scratch that, full on sobbing, the type where you fall on your knees if someone doesn't hold you.

he never told you his birthday — you just knew from looking through his things, assuming he probably didn't want to talk about it, because if he wanted to he would have. so you did it quietly, never mentioning it to him, getting the whole thing ready in a day — hiding his gift for a whole week was not easy.

if that wasn't enough to make him tear up, the cake in his favorite flavor and perfect sweetness might be the cherry on top. you barely had time to put the baked goods down safely before he was already holding you so thightly you thought you couldn't breathe. and for some time, the only thing you did was hold eachother — not letting go until satoru himself decided it was time.

his usual playfullness was nowhere to be found, just pure gratitude and adoration. the arrogant facade fading away and being replaced a raw honesty and a shaky body. he knew he loved you — but that day made him see it so clearly, he started thinking how he didn't realise it sooner.

and yet this year — you're the one crying. he finally reached the thirties he was so scared of — but this year, the celebration was silent. you still baked a cake, much smaller than usual. because this time, only one of you was eating it.

the graveyard was quiet — you were the only one there at this hour. you stared at the grave the name of your beloved engraved in the cold stone. the tears started falling before you even sat down next to him — it wasn't the dramatic kind you had that day, no, you already accepted what had happened. these tears were because he was supposed to be the one eating the cake — making a stupid joke while holding you in his arms.

instead, when you sat down and started talking to him, this time he didn't respond.

[elicalace]

sukuna's voice was unfairly sexy. and when i say unfairly i mean it's really unfair to sound so hot when asking or saying something that should be normal. he doesn't really understand where you're coming from — but you swear his voice lowers anytime he's serious, with that sharp edge and yet trying to sound gentle at the same time.

his voice usually sounds the hottest when you're injured — doesn't really matter if it's because you fell on your own or someone else hurt you. when you're alone with him for no one else to see he sits you on the couch and knees infront of you — something he would never openly do infront of anyone but his wife — taking your injured ankle in his hand, analysing the severity of it while literally talking you through it — asking questions almost tenderly.

you're sitting there silent, appreciating the situation even while being hurt — it's not everyday he's so compassionate. the man inbetween your legs is gently touching the wound, thumb brushing where it looks the worst. and then like always, his voice dips deeper like he's more bothered — maybe even worried, about you being in pain than yourself "does it hurt here?" his fingers thighten just enough for you to feel the pressure, making you nod with a frown on your face.

"what about here? it hurts, yeah?" he's applying the same pressure and it stings way worse than the other point — you wince, leg flinching slightly at the feeling — it's not a obvious movement but he notices anyway. "mhmm i see. my poor wife. i will get uraume to tend to your injury. after you're done i excpect you to come find me and tell me how you're feeling."

there it is — his voice sounding strangely comforting for such a scary man — but there's nothing scary about the way he gets on his knees to tend to your injury, or his almost soft voice distracing you from the pain. and somehow, your cheeks getting warm from the intensity of it — the tone he's using usually reserved for the bedroom and yet — it has the same heat.

you just nod — barely listening to what he's actually saying — wanting nothing more for him to keep babying you like he always does no matter the seriousness of the injury. maybe you should start saying it hurts between your legs...

[elicalace]

megumi with a feminine girlfriend <3

when megumi told his friends he was dating you, the first reaction was pretty much the same for everyone — a mix of 'no way' and 'i don't believe you'. the worst part? he couldn't even blame them.

megumi would describe himself as introverted and probably pretty anti social. so when you walked up to him one day and started talking to him like you knew him for years? yeah he knew he was a goner. but honestly he never understood it — you were so beautiful, pink and glittery. him, on the other side, looked like he didn't know any other colors other than black and blue.

and somehow, he still fell inlove with you. he realised it soon when he missed the splash of vivid colors in his dorm or the sweet strawberry vanilla scent you left anywhere you went.

imagine his shock when you, yes you, confessed to him first — your eyes glassy like you were actually scared he might not feel the same way. and yet, the only thing he noticed in that moment was how cute your lips looked with the pinkish gloss.

when you started dating, no one really noticed the change — you always used to kiss his cheek even as friends, and he didn't go around to brag — not because he was ashamed, but because he always was one to admire you quietly. he never hid the relationship, he just didn't announce it shouting like yuji would.

so, when one day, when you joined megumi at training, which doesn't happen often, chaos unfolded. you strut down to watch him train in the sun, your pink customized uniform (curtesy of gojo) shining in the sun. megumi didn't see you immediatly, too focused on fighting off maki.

after the sparring match (which he lost) he finally saw you — sitting on the bench with some kind of iced drink. taking a break, he walked over to you, a small smile on his face at your obnoxious waving. "what are you doing here? i thought you went shopping." he takes the drink you're silently offering him, taking a sip from the sugary liquid. definetly your taste.

"hey babe! i was, but after i bought three bags my arms started to hurt so i came back. i found these really cute purple heels that match that skirt i bought last week, do you remember which one? oh and i also found these new gloss that tastes like strawberry..." he's listening to you rambling off about whatever you bought today, following your every word with quiet acknowledgment.

"do you have the new gloss on right now?" his question throws you off, making you halt your story telling. "yes how did you know? wanna try it? i have it in my bag!" while your searching your bag — which was filled with sweets, lipgloss and perfume, megumi's eyes don't leave you. he doesn't even realise maki is yelling at him to come train until yuji shouts like a gorilla making him jump.

"can i try the gloss?" the question would be weird for anyone else but you always make him put on some to 'taste test' it. "i'm not finding it right now ugh and you have to go—" he cuts you off with a direct kiss on your lips. right there in front of everyone — you swear you hear nobara gasp.

either way, you kiss him back, the gloss transfering onto your boyfriends mouth. it's a rather quick kiss, not wanting to put on a show infront of everyone. when he pulls back his forehead against yours, his breath stutters. "it tastes nice."

you don't have time to answer — he walks back to the training ground, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him. guess they finally know you're really dating.

[elicalace]

wearing sukuna's kimono

you're laying in bed naked, hair messed up, still out of breath. sukuna is laying next to you — the only proof he actually was the one who just fucked you in seven different positions for hour the sheer layer of sweat covering his body.

he definetly wasn't worn out like you, so he stood up without speaking, leaving the room to get you a glass of water presumably. the silence isn't anything new — he never talks much after, preferring to let the comfortable quiet settle in.

while your laying in bed sprawled like a starfish waiting for your lover to return, a cold wind from the open window endulges you, making you shiver, goosebumps forming on your bare body.

you could either wait for your husband to come and save you or get up and put on the first thing you saw. deciding for the latter after another blow of cold air, you push yourself up, feet dangling from the bed.

with another push you stand up, legs still sore, making your way to the wardrobe. you were to tired to search for something of yours, taking the first soft material your hand grazed in the dark space — only when pulling it out you saw what it was — one, probably sukuna's favourite, kimono.

you never wore his clothes — not because he forbid it,no, just because there was never the need to. he always bought you everything you asked for and more, even your own fair share of kimonos, and he was always the one dressing you after sex — if needed. thinking about it, you probably really never wore a piece of his clothing. would it bother him?

shrugging off the internal debate, you opt to just put it on. i mean, he's your husband after all. slipping your arms through the white sleeves, the clothing way too big for you, you wrap the kimono around your body. his smell hits you almost immediatly, like it was reminding you whose robe you were wearing.

waltzing back to the bed, falling onto the soft matress you look at the ceiling. the cold air was still blowing in from the open window, but you weren't shivering anymore now. there isn't much time to settle in before the door opens again, the over 6'6 men standing there with a glass of water.

he doesn't see his clothing on you until he moves closer, the matress dipping from his weight when he sits down. the room wasn't illuminated enough for him to see — but now when he turns to look at you, his sharp eyes freeze. you can't read his expression, the way he's looking with such an intense gaze raking over your body has you second doubting if you made the right choice.

you're waiting for him to break the silence, but when he doesn't you talk to him with a soft, almost unsure voice. "it was the first thing i grabbed, if it's not to your liking for me to wear—" you don't finish talking, his arms reaching out to touch you, pulling you in by the waist.

sitting you ontop of his lap, the kimono covering your whole frame, one of his hands grabs your chin, making you look up to him. "if you truly think i would forbid my wife to wear my clothing, you really are foolish, brat." it's the first time he's spoken since he entered the room, his voice rough and commanding despite having talked so quietly.

there's no time to think or speak, with the way his arms are moving all over your body — one slipping under to caress your naked hip. "soo you like it?" your tone is light, meant to be teasing, but he doesn't have his usual smirk he has when he's amused.

"wearing the king's attire makes you the queen, don't you think? you marked yourself as mine." he murmors against your ear, his hot breath hitting you, the possesive edge in his voice making you understand what this was about. if that wasn't enough, the feeling of his bare cock hardening under you, confirming your thoughts — he was getting turned on from this.

"i already was yours,no, my lord?" it comes out breathier than you intented to, the conversation making a blush form on your cheeks from the intensity. the grip he has on your hips thightens, before he ultimatly decides to flip you over on your back, him ontop of you. "you mortals are really getting bold claiming such titels aren't you?"

the degrading way he was speaking to you wasn't his cold mannered one — it was the one he used when he knew he was about to lose his patience and was waiting for you to give him the permission to. "only when i know you like it." he found the confirmation he needed — his eyes finding yours, hand roughly holding your cheeks in his hand without actually hurting you.

he leans in, murmuring a quiet brat before pulling you into an aggressive kiss, leaving you no room to breathe. looks like you won't be sleeping anytime soon...

[elicalace]

it's no surprise that sukuna does not shave. i mean have you seen him? there's just no way a man like him would waste time doing something so meaningless. especially because he knows how much you like it.

everytime it always happens the same way — you're laying in bed with your husband, your head on his chest — the closest you will come to him cuddling while you're still awake.

you're casually tracing shapes on his arms, chest wherever you can reach comfortably — he would never admit it but the feeling of your fingers caressing him so softly makes his usual tense body relax.

"are you done petting me like a dog?" there's no real bite to his voice — quite the opposite — he sounds like he's almost purring but trying to show he doesn't actually enjoy it.

you just hum, ignoring him, letting your hand trail down his chest, stopping to touch his chiseled abs, appreciating the view. your eyes trace down lazily, taking in the v-line dipping into his boxers.

but your eyes get stuck on something else — the thick pinkish hair going from his bellybutton all the way down to his waistband, dissappearing under the material. lowering your hand to touch the hair with your pointer finger, you start playing with the hair, moving up and down — even pushing down his boxers a bit to have better access.

"i love your hair. it's like a map leading to your dick." the way you say it so casually has sukuna almost choke on his breath — which doesn't happen often. he looks away from your face to look at the hand touching him, the sight making his cock twitch in his underwear.

"i'm trying to sleep woman, stop talking about my cock." the bulge forming between his legs is almost ironic. ignoring his weak protest, you lower yourself until your face to face with his happy trail. when you give the hair a small kiss he visibly tenses, a grunt escaping his mouth.

you don't stop at one peck — your lips moving from the top down until you reach the waistband of his boxers. "so pretty." you sigh against his trail — and sukuna? he has no idea how to react — he's not used to women swooning over a patch of hair on his stomach.

ignoring the obvious boner, you continue kissing and licking, making him groan — his dick aching, begging to be touched. "want to see where the trail ends?" his voice is rough, hands moving to push your head down.

he doesn't need to tell you twice, your hands already moving to push down the clothing covering him — ready to discover where the road leads to.

[elicalace]

trying food trend with choso <3

Your phone was propped against the car, camera facing you and Choso. You start the video, your boyfriend sitting there looking nervous, cookie in hand. "Hey guys, today me and my boyfriend are trying the new crumble cookies." Said boyfriend waving shyly at the camera a small smile on his lips, while you talk excitedly about the food.

Not wasting any time you take a bite of your cookie — Choso does the same, until you both swallow the bite. Finally getting to the main part of the trend you pull him in, kissing him right on the lips, phone still recording.

He lets out a quiet moan, hoping the video wouldn't catch it, putting his hands on your waist from across the seat. Poor Choso didn't know you wouldn't stop at a simple french kiss like everyone else doing the trend.

Your lips move against his greedily, chasing the sweet taste of the cookie in his mouth, tongue battling with his. Twisting your body to face him you crawl from the passenger seat to his, right on his lap.

The kiss continues, every soft sound escaping him getting swallowed by you. "Mhmm—." Choso was always a sucker for kissing, slowly but surely getting worked up from making out.

Well, before it could get to the good part, you pulled back teasingly, making him whimper dissaprovingly — his hands still thight on your waist.

"We have to finish the video Cho." You move back to your seat acting like you didn't just physically and mentally torture your poor boyfriend, who was still flustered, cheeks tinted pink.

It seems your voice tore him out of his little daydream, suddenly remembering the long fogotten cookies.

Let's just say you had to edit out a lot of the video.

[elicalace]

frat!kuna with a sweet gf <3

sukuna was scary — many people on campus made sure to try not to cross paths with him. the face tattoos, the rough,deep voice and his pure hight and muscles attracted many girls while still scaring away half.

there was really no inbetween being inlove with him or hating him. not that he cared about that anyway. because since he laid his eyes on you for the first time something clicked in his brain — he wanted, no, needed you to be his.

to his surprise,you, the sweet, shy girl, weren't scard of him — the opposite, you always looked at him with this loving expression it made him feel strangely warm.

to many people it didn't make any sense how he got with a sweet girl like you. everytime someone asked you why in the hell you would choose someone like sukuna your eyebrows furrowed in confusion becuase, what's wrong with sukuna?

well, they probably wouldn't expect the king of fratboys to spend his day tasting the sweets you baked, or watching a badly written romance movie under a baby pink blanket.

" you made this for me?"

he was sound asleep when you decided to knock on his door an a saturday morning, still hungover from the night before. he was ready to lash out on the person who decided to wake him at this hour, quickly desregarding any anger he felt the moment he openend the door — seeing you stand there in a cute outfit, hair styled and a fresh batch of cookies in your hands.

you're looking up at him smiling, letting yourself in when he stands at the side to make space for you to come in. "yeah, i know you're always hungry after partying all night so i wanted you to have somethning fresh to eat!"

and bless your heart, you don't realise what you're doing to your boyfriend, his chest warming as he trails behind you back to his room, where you put the cookies down.

"do you have a headache? i can get you some painkillers if you need some." the way you'Re worrying makes him almost smile if he weren't so tired. he unexpectedly pulls you into a hug, burrying your head into his chest, his head ontop of yours inhaling the strawberry vanilla shampoo scent.

you let out a quiet surprised squeal, quickly adapting and trying, keyword trying, to wrap your arms around him. "are you alright babe?" voice muffled against his chest.

he lets out a huff, thightening his embrace before pulling back just enough to tilt your chin up to make you look at him with those adorable eyes he loves. "what did i do to deserve such a sweet girl like you hm?" his voice is sleepy, but full of honestly, like he seriously can't wrap his head around how he got you.

you blush, shying away from the eye contact. "i just made you something to eat it's nothing special." you mumble but he still hears you cleary.

"f'course it is." he doesn't explain further, dragging you back to bed with him, laying ontop of you. "let me sleep with you and after i'll eat your cookies." it's not a question, his arms trapping you under him, making it impossible to escape, and he's already snoozing off.

so yeah, you're confused when someone says sukuna couldn't possibly be nice enough for you because he's not just nice he's actually caring.

[elicalace]

toji finishes the job your bf barely started <3

warnings: cheating, f!receiving (fingering), bf is a bum

you were frustated. sexually. really badly and the one and only person responsible was your beloved boyfriend.

it was always the same — you would get horny, initiate sex with him — but he never seemed to quite understand how to fuck. it's sad really — his only concept of having sex was sticking it in and blowing his load and then dip.

at first you thought he may have been a virgin and had to get the hang of it — but after times and times of fucking, he stayed the same — like the moment he got in there the only thing that mattered was to make himself cum.

even worse — after he came, there was no aftercare, no nothing. just a quick kiss while already putting his clothes on and getting ready to rush out for some reason. when you mentioned it, he simply said it made him uncomfortable to stay after.

so this time, you were fucking done with him. the night started the same way it always did — he hinted to be in the mood, you weren't too far away yourself, considering you were basically being sexually deprived because of him.

you don't even know for what you were hoping — maybe he'd finally get the hang of it and actually do something with his mouth or fingers before already putting it in — and when he didn't, you knew better than to be dissapointed. at this point, it may aswell has been your fault for thinking today would be different.

which meant, you were currently sprawled on the bed on your back, hair barely messy from the under average performance he put you through — you were too done to even pretend you enjoyed it, which he didn't even seem to see, as he was too busy to waltz off once more.

this time, you didn't even try to stop him from leaving — the opposite actually, you couldn't even stand for him to stay after that. your pussy was still aching with unsatisfied need left — you were already reaching for the solution waiting in your drawer, when you suddenly paused.

well, if he couldn't pull it off, isn't it only fair for someone else to finish the job for him?

you don't know if it's the horniness clouding your judgement, but you were far too gone to care anymore. i mean he doesn't even have the decency to ask if he made you finish.

so, without thinking you dialed the number you stopped calling since you got together with your new boyfriend.

toji.

let's just say you and toji had a complicated history. there was some fucking involved with a sprinkle of friendship? honestly you didn't even know yourself, you were always friendly but never crossed the line of romance.

the phone didn't ring for more than three times before he already answered it — you could practically hear the his smirk over the phone. "what a surprise sweetheart. been a while since you called me this late hasn't it?"

you almost roll your eyes at his cocky voice — it was like he was waiting for you to call him. "cut the bullshit toji, you coming over or do i have to take care of it myself?"

there's a moment of silence on the other side before a small chuckle is to be heard, like he couldn't believe what you just asked him. "that lil' boyfriend of yours not doing his job right?"

he doesn't sound surprised in the slightest — which probably makes sense since he told you since day one that poor excuse of a man wouldn't know what to do with allthat.

" i'm somehow not shocked y'know. be there in five doll." it seems like he didn't wait for you to answer his taunting, like he knew you were already debating with yourself to even have called him. so, he doesn't leave you anytime to overthink it.

the call ends, and you're left staring at his name on your screen. you were still wet, obviously, his deep, rough voice didn't help at all. you knew this was probably incredibly wrong, but somehow you weren't this excited for a fuck since forever.

you're torn out of your train of thoughts when you hear a sharp knock on your dorm door, unmistakable toji's. he doesn't wait for you to open the door — he twists it open, letting himself in like he did many times before.

the moment he closes the door behind him, locking it, there's a silence stretched between you — he was leaning on the door, arms crossed, smirk plastered on his face. you, on the other hand were laying naked in bad, the fluffy blanket barely covering your body.

"you're not even greet an old friend?" he still has a teasing edge, like he was expecting you to be stuck up about it. but he's wrong, you're not being bitchy about it, you were just incredibly desperate to cum.

sitting up slightly, the blanket that was covering your upper body falls, exposing your bare tits to the man infront of you, whose eyes immediatly dart down, taking in the newly exposed sight, licking his lips.

"are you gonna fuck me, yes or no, toji?" somehow, the sultry tone in your voice makes him harder than he already was, combined with the tits begging to be looked at. "think y'already know the answer to that one doll."

he doesn't leave any space to let the conversation continue — he's already on the bed pushing you back down, making you lay down flat against the soft matress. you barely have time to gasp before he's capturing your lips in a rough kiss, his hands already moving to grip at the bare flesh on your waist, hips and boobs.

the feeling of someone finally touching you were you are sensitve makes you whimper in his mouth, the sound probably boosting his ego already more than needed. his touch is in no way soft or gentle — he's groping your tits, palming them, pinching your nipples with his fingers.

a moan escapes you, immediatly swallowed by his mouth. you wrap your bare legs around his waist — pulling him further down onto you, making his middle press against yours, his cock painfully hard.

" 'missed feeling you fuck." he sounds desperate for a guy who was just teasing you minutes ago, like he was trying to hide the fact he was just as miserable as you. you roll your hips against him once — your body moving on it's own as it knew exactly what it wanted. the warm contact with his covered dick makes him his into your mouth, his hips pushing back like instinct.

his hand moves from massaging your breast to squeezing your hips before finally arrraving where you need him the most. but ofcourse toji being toji, he likes to hear you beg for it — his hand only ghosting over your pussy, only touching your upper tighs, never were you wanted him.

"toji." you sound pathetic, voice high and shaky against his mouth, the frustation clear.he lets out a dry chuckle, mouth moving down to leave small wet kisses on your neck, sucking at the skin like he wanted to leave marks.

"if you want somethin' doll, you need to ask nicely. my nice girl can do that, can't she?" he continues his attack on your neck, biting and licking a the senstive flesh, making you gasp, hand moving to grip at the hair on the base of his neck.

"toji please. touch me." he lets out a surpised groan at your easy obidience, like he's not used to you doing what he asks for on the first try. but he doesn't leave you waiting any longer, his hand touching your slick pussy, the wetness makes him groan once more.

"shit, you mean to tell me your boyfriend left you this wet without doing something about it? no wonder you're being such a slut f'me." his fingers move up and down your slit, collecting your juices,elicting another moan from you.

he doesn't let you anytime to catch your breath — plunging two fingers into your needy hole, the wetness making it easy for him to push them in and out. "w-wait toji!" your hand tries to stop his, the feeling being too much at once but he just slaps your hand away, continuing his merciless pace.

"c'mon this is what you wanted wasn't it sweetheart?" he chuckles at your moan, clearly pleased with himself as he curls his digits in you. and somehow you're already almost there, being deprivied for so long clearly made you more sensitive — your cunt squeezing his fingers tightly making him groan at the heavenly feeling — already thinking about it being his cock instead.

"mh— i'm c-close w—wait toji!" your mewls fall deaf to his ears — or he's choosing to ignore them, keeping up the brutal pace. your hips start to chase the pleasure — practically grinding against his hand, and he seems to understand how close you are — he starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to make you finish even faster.

"you're gonna cum f'me huh? can feel you squeezing the shit outta my fingers." the way he's talking you through it pushes you over the edge — you cry out, eyes rolling back as your legs start to spasm, covering his fingers in your cum.

he doesn't slow down until you're panting, trying to push him away from the overstimulating feeling — only then he reluncantly pulls away, taking his fingers out of you. "fuck you came so fast. you that desperate or am i jusst that good?" and he's back to his cocky persona, staring at his in juices covered fingers before putting them in his mouth, sucking them clean, groaning at the taste.

you lay there, staring at the man licking your cum from his fingers the filthy act making another wave of arousal hit you. it seems he was thinking the same because not even a minute later you're back on your back — this time with his face between your thighs.

"wonder how many times i need to make y'cum on my tongue for y'to forget that boytoy of yours."

yeah let's just say it was a very long night...

[elicalace]

midnight skating with suna rintarou

[paring]: suna rintarou x female!reader

[wc]: 1.8k

suna rintarou was a very lazy person — maybe calm would be a better word. he wasn't one to stay late to practice, but also not really to play video games until sunrise.

you thought he was just an organized in some way typa guy — but that wasn't the case neither. he could be spontanous when least expected: a surprise date when you're stressed, bringing you snacks for late night studying and so on — so was it really a surprise when he called you at midnight asking you to come skating with him?

it was around midnight when he called, you were already half asleep when your phone started ringing, the loud sound waking you up instantly.

who genuinly calls at this hour?

well apparently your boyfriend, because when you blindly take your phone from the nighstand, suna's name was brightly imprinted on the screen.

squinting fom the harsh light you decide to pick up because what if it was an emergency?

"baby are y'alright?" your voice hoarse from being torn from sleep so suddenly, with a hint of worry — rintaro wasn't a person to do things without a reason, so why would he call so late on a school night?

"i'm sorry f'waking you, uhh do you maybe want to go out right now?"

is he serious right now? after a hot minute of processing his words you answer with a deadpan look on your face.

"you realise it's midnight? on a school night?"

silence.

"yeah... but i really wanna do something with you right now." he sounds strangely soft, almost like he's worried you'd throw an insult at him and hang up if he said the wrong thing. which honestly isn't far off.

"... let me change and i'll see you in five minutes." you don't give him anytime to respond already pressing the end call button, putting your phone down again.

you're not to sure why you said yes. maybe it's because you knew you couldn't sleep either way? or maybe saying no to rintaro feels so wrong, he rarely asks for a favor of any sort.

so without further overthinking, you peel of the covers, putting your feet on the cold floor, waiting a second for the dizziness to go away before you start walking to your closet to put on a cozy hoodie.

the air is cold when you wait outside your house for a certain brunette to make his appearence. hugging the hoodie you stole from your boyfriend tighter you look around the street hoping to not have to stand alone much longer.

"sorry for making you wait. you alright?" you jump slightly at hearing his voice, looking around only to find him on the opposite of the direction you were looking at. oops...

you're about to answer when your eyes suddenly catch something hanging from his hand. your gaze narrows, trying to make out what the mystery object in his hand was when you finally saw it.

"why do you have your skateboard with you?"

a small smile appears on his face like he was waiting for you to ask him that — with his free hand he takes yours, and starts walking away from your house down the dimly-lit street.

"it's my skateboard. 'wanted to show you some tricks i learned." his monotone makes you pause — is this why he asked you to come outside? something in your heart warms at the thought.

"couldn't wait until tomorrow huh?" your teasing doesn't hold any weight to it, more a delicate amusement, which make the corner of his lips turn upwards.

" 'course not. it looks better at night. 'wanted you to be the first one to see it." you don't know if it's the tiredeness in you, but your heart does another flip — like everything he's saying knows exactly how to give you butterflies. that's suna rintaro for you.

finally arriving at the skating park you're very familiar with, always going with rintaro since you knew him — he drags you to the side, making sure there is enough space in case he messes up a trick, he puts the skateboard on the ground.

"you ready? promise it's worth the lack of sleep."

"i hope so. otherwise you're carrying me back home."

he chuckles at your sarcastic remark, and finally gets on the board. you already knew he was good at it — it's not your first time watching him. and also not his first time showing you his new tricks.

so when he does? your breath gets stuck — he's moving so careless yet it's so calculated as he doesn't mess up a single flip or kick. he doesn't go to far, due to the poorly lit park.

when he's done, he has a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and he's slightly out of breath. "you're really good 'rin, i'm serious." you're looking at him, a dumbfounded look on your face.

"think so?" it should have come across as cocky, but it comes out softer than excpected, his teasing smile replaced by a smaller, more honest one.

"yeah. you didn't mess a single trick up, call me impressed."

if you didn't know any better you would say he's blushing right now like he's embarassed by your honesty. he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

"thanks." his voice is a whisper, barely there but you catch it anyway.

"welcome."

and for a minute you just stand there, his arm on you, the other making sure his board doesn't roll away.

"you wanna try?" his voice breaks the silence and you tense up at his question. sure, you skated before, but that was years ago, and you usally fell right on your ass.

" 'm not really sure i know how to." your response is quiet like you didn't wanna reject him but still unsure. he doesn't seem to mind, as he puts the skateboard back on the ground, taking both your hands in his now.

"doesn't matter. here i'll hold you." he thightens his grip on your hands making sure to not let go.

"promise to not let me fall?"

"on gang."

"rin..."

"my bad. yeah pinky promise."

stiffling a laugh, you put your feet on the skateboard, not looking very confident at all. guess that tracks after seeing him skate like a pro...

"just kick a bit to get going." he's guiding you through it — sounding strangely careful like he's really worried you might break your skull. which honestly — it could probably happen.

either way, you shake of the nerves — and start following his advice, slowly getting into it. you start slow, hands gripping his like your life depends on it first — then after a while, you get more comfortable, grip relaxing.

"look at you go. stealing my spotlight." you would laugh right in his face if you weren't to concentrated in not falling on your ass. stealing the spotlight my ass. you're barely holding on.

"you sound like my mom."

his lips quirk up in a smirk, you're snide remark not going unnoticed but he didn't wanna distract you any further. "think you can let go of me now?"

"yes!"

"... you sure?"

"no..."

you let go anyway, since you had to prove him you weren't completly incapable — well that confidence vanishes the second his hands leave yours, letting you balance on the board on your own.

just as you thought you were about to fall, your arms shoot out to balance yourself and in a matter of seconds you regain the lost control. yeah take that gravity 0 me 1!

suna looks unsure if it's a good idea letting you go on your own after almost witnessing you fall the first five seconds but the determined look on your face makees him back off.

so, slowly you start kicking off, never actually going even half the speed your boyfriend usally does, but still progress. your legs finally seem to have found a comfortable stance, the shaking stopping.

meanwhile, suna is following your every move like a hawk — following when you're going to far away.

but even when watching you — he couldn't predict your fall fast enough. and honestly — neither could you. one second you were strolling a bit faster, the next you lean to much on the right, making you fall — right on your ass.

he's by your side not even a second after, already checking to see if it was anything serious, a relived exhale escaping him when he saw you pout, arms crossed.

"... you alright babe?"

you let yourself fall gently on your back, laying on the cold concrete, an embarassed groan falling from your lips. "just kill me already. leave me here."

your head shoots up the second you hear a laugh — which he triees and fails miserably to hide behind a cough, the action making it hard for you to hide your smile.

"it wasn't that bad you know." safe to say his comfort was not working. well when all fails to distract the last option left is...

"i think i'm bleeding on my head."

"you didn't even fall on your head?"

"it hurts rin!"

he actually looks concerned leaning down to look at your supposed wound — and the moment he does you giggle, pulling him down on the ground with you, making him groan at the sudden impact.

he's lying halfway on you, halfway on the ground next to you. when he looks at you he has his lips in a thin line a deadpan look on his face.

"you just made me loose my nonchalant aura." he sounds dead serious, not matching the statement he just made. you burst out laughing, which somehow makes him even more annoyed and amused? because suddenly he doesn't care anymore, hearing your pretty laugh making him forget what he was even talking about.

"you look really pretty right now." it comes out so fast he wasn't even sure he said it, but you sure as hell did, pausing your laughing — staring at him dumbfounded.

"that was really random." he doesn't seem to mind, shrugging his shoulders, putting his hands somehow on your waist — the position you were in making it harder than he wanted to.

"can i kiss you?" your eyes widen, before a warm blush spreads, and you nod, which is all he needs to lean in, pressing his lips to your soft ones. you close your eyes, leaning in at the feeling, kissing him right back.

his lips chase yours before you part to catch your breath, his forehead against yours, mouth so close you could feel his hot breath on yours.

"chat is this rizz?"

"shut up." and you pull him back in, the skateboard long forgotten.

a/n: ngl you either get this or you don't...

[elicalace]

midnight skating with suna rintarou

[paring]: suna rintarou x female!reader

[wc]: 1.8k

suna rintarou was a very lazy person — maybe calm would be a better word. he wasn't one to stay late to practice, but also not really to play video games until sunrise.

you thought he was just an organized in some way typa guy — but that wasn't the case neither. he could be spontanous when least expected: a surprise date when you're stressed, bringing you snacks for late night studying and so on — so was it really a surprise when he called you at midnight asking you to come skating with him?

it was around midnight when he called, you were already half asleep when your phone started ringing, the loud sound waking you up instantly.

who genuinly calls at this hour?

well apparently your boyfriend, because when you blindly take your phone from the nighstand, suna's name was brightly imprinted on the screen.

squinting fom the harsh light you decide to pick up because what if it was an emergency?

"baby are y'alright?" your voice hoarse from being torn from sleep so suddenly, with a hint of worry — rintaro wasn't a person to do things without a reason, so why would he call so late on a school night?

"i'm sorry f'waking you, uhh do you maybe want to go out right now?"

is he serious right now? after a hot minute of processing his words you answer with a deadpan look on your face.

"you realise it's midnight? on a school night?"

silence.

"yeah... but i really wanna do something with you right now." he sounds strangely soft, almost like he's worried you'd throw an insult at him and hang up if he said the wrong thing. which honestly isn't far off.

"... let me change and i'll see you in five minutes." you don't give him anytime to respond already pressing the end call button, putting your phone down again.

you're not to sure why you said yes. maybe it's because you knew you couldn't sleep either way? or maybe saying no to rintaro feels so wrong, he rarely asks for a favor of any sort.

so without further overthinking, you peel of the covers, putting your feet on the cold floor, waiting a second for the dizziness to go away before you start walking to your closet to put on a cozy hoodie.

the air is cold when you wait outside your house for a certain brunette to make his appearence. hugging the hoodie you stole from your boyfriend tighter you look around the street hoping to not have to stand alone much longer.

"sorry for making you wait. you alright?" you jump slightly at hearing his voice, looking around only to find him on the opposite of the direction you were looking at. oops...

you're about to answer when your eyes suddenly catch something hanging from his hand. your gaze narrows, trying to make out what the mystery object in his hand was when you finally saw it.

"why do you have your skateboard with you?"

a small smile appears on his face like he was waiting for you to ask him that — with his free hand he takes yours, and starts walking away from your house down the dimly-lit street.

"it's my skateboard. 'wanted to show you some tricks i learned." his monotone makes you pause — is this why he asked you to come outside? something in your heart warms at the thought.

"couldn't wait until tomorrow huh?" your teasing doesn't hold any weight to it, more a delicate amusement, which make the corner of his lips turn upwards.

" 'course not. it looks better at night. 'wanted you to be the first one to see it." you don't know if it's the tiredeness in you, but your heart does another flip — like everything he's saying knows exactly how to give you butterflies. that's suna rintaro for you.

finally arriving at the skating park you're very familiar with, always going with rintaro since you knew him — he drags you to the side, making sure there is enough space in case he messes up a trick, he puts the skateboard on the ground.

"you ready? promise it's worth the lack of sleep."

"i hope so. otherwise you're carrying me back home."

he chuckles at your sarcastic remark, and finally gets on the board. you already knew he was good at it — it's not your first time watching him. and also not his first time showing you his new tricks.

so when he does? your breath gets stuck — he's moving so careless yet it's so calculated as he doesn't mess up a single flip or kick. he doesn't go to far, due to the poorly lit park.

when he's done, he has a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and he's slightly out of breath. "you're really good 'rin, i'm serious." you're looking at him, a dumbfounded look on your face.

"think so?" it should have come across as cocky, but it comes out softer than excpected, his teasing smile replaced by a smaller, more honest one.

"yeah. you didn't mess a single trick up, call me impressed."

if you didn't know any better you would say he's blushing right now like he's embarassed by your honesty. he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

"thanks." his voice is a whisper, barely there but you catch it anyway.

"welcome."

and for a minute you just stand there, his arm on you, the other making sure his board doesn't roll away.

"you wanna try?" his voice breaks the silence and you tense up at his question. sure, you skated before, but that was years ago, and you usally fell right on your ass.

" 'm not really sure i know how to." your response is quiet like you didn't wanna reject him but still unsure. he doesn't seem to mind, as he puts the skateboard back on the ground, taking both your hands in his now.

"doesn't matter. here i'll hold you." he thightens his grip on your hands making sure to not let go.

"promise to not let me fall?"

"on gang."

"rin..."

"my bad. yeah pinky promise."

stiffling a laugh, you put your feet on the skateboard, not looking very confident at all. guess that tracks after seeing him skate like a pro...

"just kick a bit to get going." he's guiding you through it — sounding strangely careful like he's really worried you might break your skull. which honestly — it could probably happen.

either way, you shake of the nerves — and start following his advice, slowly getting into it. you start slow, hands gripping his like your life depends on it first — then after a while, you get more comfortable, grip relaxing.

"look at you go. stealing my spotlight." you would laugh right in his face if you weren't to concentrated in not falling on your ass. stealing the spotlight my ass. you're barely holding on.

"you sound like my mom."

his lips quirk up in a smirk, you're snide remark not going unnoticed but he didn't wanna distract you any further. "think you can let go of me now?"

"yes!"

"... you sure?"

"no..."

you let go anyway, since you had to prove him you weren't completly incapable — well that confidence vanishes the second his hands leave yours, letting you balance on the board on your own.

just as you thought you were about to fall, your arms shoot out to balance yourself and in a matter of seconds you regain the lost control. yeah take that gravity 0 me 1!

suna looks unsure if it's a good idea letting you go on your own after almost witnessing you fall the first five seconds but the determined look on your face makees him back off.

so, slowly you start kicking off, never actually going even half the speed your boyfriend usally does, but still progress. your legs finally seem to have found a comfortable stance, the shaking stopping.

meanwhile, suna is following your every move like a hawk — following when you're going to far away.

but even when watching you — he couldn't predict your fall fast enough. and honestly — neither could you. one second you were strolling a bit faster, the next you lean to much on the right, making you fall — right on your ass.

he's by your side not even a second after, already checking to see if it was anything serious, a relived exhale escaping him when he saw you pout, arms crossed.

"... you alright babe?"

you let yourself fall gently on your back, laying on the cold concrete, an embarassed groan falling from your lips. "just kill me already. leave me here."

your head shoots up the second you hear a laugh — which he triees and fails miserably to hide behind a cough, the action making it hard for you to hide your smile.

"it wasn't that bad you know." safe to say his comfort was not working. well when all fails to distract the last option left is...

"i think i'm bleeding on my head."

"you didn't even fall on your head?"

"it hurts rin!"

he actually looks concerned leaning down to look at your supposed wound — and the moment he does you giggle, pulling him down on the ground with you, making him groan at the sudden impact.

he's lying halfway on you, halfway on the ground next to you. when he looks at you he has his lips in a thin line a deadpan look on his face.

"you just made me loose my nonchalant aura." he sounds dead serious, not matching the statement he just made. you burst out laughing, which somehow makes him even more annoyed and amused? because suddenly he doesn't care anymore, hearing your pretty laugh making him forget what he was even talking about.

"you look really pretty right now." it comes out so fast he wasn't even sure he said it, but you sure as hell did, pausing your laughing — staring at him dumbfounded.

"that was really random." he doesn't seem to mind, shrugging his shoulders, putting his hands somehow on your waist — the position you were in making it harder than he wanted to.

"can i kiss you?" your eyes widen, before a warm blush spreads, and you nod, which is all he needs to lean in, pressing his lips to your soft ones. you close your eyes, leaning in at the feeling, kissing him right back.

his lips chase yours before you part to catch your breath, his forehead against yours, mouth so close you could feel his hot breath on yours.

"chat is this rizz?"

"shut up." and you pull him back in, the skateboard long forgotten.

a/n: ngl you either get this or you don't...

[elicalace]

tying up choso in bed (spoiler alert: he likes it!)

"p-please touch me b-baby." choso's voice cracks, a pathetic whimper escaping his mouth, struggling to free himself from the silk restraints you put around his wrists.

it has barely been five minutes and he's already begging, eyes almost tearing up, like he's been edged for a decade. well not yet — but you were getting there.

you were mad — not really with choso, more with the girl who flirted with him while you were right next to him, hands linked together. she didn't seem to mind, shooting her shot right there. of course, choso shut her down almost instantly, not sounding even a bit sorry, even harsh for a usally soft spoken person.

and that would've been the end of it, if she didn't sneak her number on paper in his pocket, the both of you not noticing until you arrived home. you were doing the laundry when the piece of paper falling out his jeans caught your attention.

the moment you realised what it was, your mind went furious. who does she think that she is, first hitting on a clearly taken man and after getting rejected still pulling this shit?

you weren't really jealous — you know choso would never think about texting that number anyway. but something darker was building up deep inside your chest, something possesive. how dare another girl think she had a chance, with someone that was clearly yours?

poor choso didn't even get to ask you if everything was alright when you were already pushing him into the bed, straddling him. he was confused, his usual sweet girlfriend, manhandling him like she was about to slap him.

that sums about up to your situation now. his cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum all over himself, his hands tied to the headboard,making him unable to move them. you were between his legs, fingertips barely grazing his shaft, making him flinch against your touch.

"pl-please why aren't you hck touching me?" he sounds hurt, but mostly frustated from the fact he can't put his hands on your body. you tilt your head slightly, looking him in the eyes, not answering.

with just a finger, you drag with a feather light pressure your finger from the underside of his dick up until you graze his tip, making him whine and push up his hips, needing more to statisfy the ache he was feeling.

just as he thought you were finally giving in, you pull away completly, leaving him to hump the air. "i d-don't get it. why aren't you t-touching me?" he sounds absolutely wrecked, the teasing having gone on for over an hour by now, not an ounce of release.

your eyes are sharp when they meet his — he's crying, eyes red and full of exhaustion mixed with frustation of being restrained. you were definetly starting to feel bad for him now. you crawl from your position between his legs up until you were face to face with your boyfriend, caressing his tear stained cheek, wiping away the tears.

" i'm so sorry, my pretty boy. you're doing s'good aren't you?" the praise worsens the ache between his legs, but he nods a sob leaving his mouth.

"you deserve to cum don't you? my good boy." he gasps, a breathy yes please coming out as a whimper. he's pulling the soft silk, wanting nothing more than to touch you anywhere. you snake a hand down his bare chest, stopping right at his happy trail. however, this time you finally give in — not without a bit of teasing.

choso chokes on a surprised half-groan half-gasp, feeling a sharp stinging pain on his sensitive cock. did you just slap his dick? he wasn't to sure if his brain was starting to mess with him, but before he could overthink it he felt it again.

slap! the same sharp pain rushing thorugh his body, making him whimper loudly tugging at the restraints holding him back. he's confused — it hurts, at the same time he bucks his hips up, searching more of the pain, chasing the feeling.

"my poor baby, i'm so sorry does that hurt?" your condenscending tone makes his eyes roll back, his breath catching. "yes-no- p-please don't stop."

you don't — another sharp slap right across his tip this time 3 — this time he moans, more pre cum dripping down his pulsing cock. it hurts so much — but he doesn't tell you to stop, doesn't ask you to slow down or be more gentle.

"look at you, taking it so well. so good for me." you coo, slowly setting fully back in your position between his legs. "mhmm- i- it feels s-so good."

"shh,i know baby, i know." and for the first time that evening your lips connect with his stomach — pressing small wet kisses all the way down to his v-line. he gasps, the sudden contact after so long shooting pleasure right to his dick.

you wrap your hand around his shaft, gently squeezing him — he cries out, head falling back against the soft pillow. "yeah? feels good? look at you, taking it so well." your soft voice makes his cheeks burn up.

"u-untie me please hic b-baby. need to touch you." you shake your head denying his request, but before he could complain any further, you place a soft kiss right on his tip.

"o-oh f-fuck hnngh." another moan, he's so sensitive from your previous teasing that even such a small act has him writhering in pleasure. you continue to leave small kisses all over his cock, until you're back on top of his dick, finally wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently.

he let out a broken groan, eyes rolling further back, thighs tensing like he was already close. " i-i'm not gonna ngh l-last if you keep going." his voice is shaky, barely holding on.

you ignore his warning, taking him all the way, your own eyes tearing up from his sheer size, nose touching his pubes. he gasps, fucking his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. "i-i ishit imcomingfuckkk!"

and suddenly, he lets out a surprised string of whimpers, cock twitching in your wet mouth — and before he knows it, he's releasing his hot cum, spurts coming out in big loads from all the previous edging.

you stay put until he stops cumming, only pulling off when he's panting, legs shaking from the unexpected orgasm. swallowing his cum, a small drop drips down your chin, not long before your taking your finger and swiping the cum on it, making your way back to your boyfriend's face.

taking your clean hand you open his mouth, putting the cum stained finger in to make him suck. he lets out a surprised groan, but he sucks on your digit until it's clean of his cum.

"so obedient. only mine aren't you?" he nods, still dumbfounded from his orgasm, cock still hard, despite leaking cum all over.

"say it."

"i-im yours. o-only yours." his voice is soft, sincere and out of breath. you hum approvingly caressing his face. "p-please untie me. need to touch y'please." he whispers like he's unsure if you would actually listen.

you do — hands moving to untie the knot. "don't try to take control m'kay?" the moment he feels the silk falling, his arms wrap around your waist almost immediatly, burying his face in your chest.

"choso, i just said don't try anything!" he looks up from your chest, eyes still glossy. "i-i just want a hug, please." you pause at his honest tone, heart warming. you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back in, and he thightens his grip on your waist.

after a moment or two he reluctanly puts some distance between you. "can i kiss you? please?" you just nod, and now his lips are on yours, he's touching you all over, your hands tug at his hair when he bites down on your lips.

"please l-let me taste you, i will be good, please?"

you just nod, the girl long forgotten when he's kissing between your thighs.

[elicalace]

yuji itadori doesn't realise how jacked he is <3

is it normal to have the urge to bite your boyfriend every time his shirt lifts just enoguh to have a peek at his abs? probably not — but it's like you couldn't stop your brain from doing so.

you and yuji were dating for quite some time — he was always well built, but as time passed his muscles got more defined, the outline visible even through loose shirts. but it wasn't only his arms — his legs were just as strong, his shorts hugging his thick thighs perfectly.

it got to the point were it wasn't just a small change, but something so obvious, impossible to ignore. wether he was hugging you, thick arms wrapping strongly around your waist, basically covering the whole area — or sleeping with him, his whole body covering yours if he laid on top of you.

and the worst part? he doesn't even realise — he just thinks it's something normal for you to be all over him all the time, since that's how he is with you.

but for you? it's literally something that's affecting your normal day to day life. getting distracted while studying because he's sprawled out on your bed without a shirt on, abs on full display. cooking and he hugs you from behind, body pressed against yours? you forget what you were even cooking at this point.

the final push? you were on the couch in your apartment scrolling on your phone when the front door unlocked — you didn't need to look up to know it was yuji, coming home from the gym.

"i'm home babe." you finally look up and the moment you do, your breath catches. he was still out of breath, skin glistening with sweat, voice out of breath like he ran all the way.

your eyes trail down, and the sight makes you press your legs together — his white shirt was now see through, sticking to his skin and exposing his well chiseled chest.

face warming at the sight, you lift your eyes to meet his gaze. "oh my god were you out like that?"

his smile falters a little at your bewildered expression, brows furrowing like he didn't quite get what was wrong.

"what do you mean? it's a normal gym outfit is it not? you know i always wear this."

"normal? yuji baby, you're basically putting yourself on display with a big sign saying lick the sweat of my body!" you huff, a little annoyed at how he genuinely had no clue what you meant.

his eyes widen slightly at your words, finally putting together the pieces — and when he does, his smile returns on his face, walking towards you, until he was right in front, looking down at you.

"are you jealous?" he sounds a little bit amused now, like he cracked the case.

"i'm not jealous. i know they could never touch you." you cross your arms, your own eyes betraying you as the move down to take a peek at his exposed muscles.

and he finally gets it. he finally understands why you were always looking at him with a look he wasn't really familiar with. he finally understands why you would get so flustered anytime his arms wrapped around you or when he presses himself against you.

"do you like my muscles?"

"excuse me?"

he chuckles, an adorable grin on his face as he reaches down to take your jaw in his hand, lifting your head to look at him.

"is that why you get all jumpy when i touch you?" like a confirmation, your breath hitches when he pulls you up by the waist with one hand, your head dizzy from how efortlessly he lifted you.

"yeah like that. you get all nervous when i do something with my arms." he doesn't sound cocky — the opposite with the way he's looking at you like you just flipped his whole word upside down.

your cheeks somehow flush an even deeper red, your own hands resting on his shirt. "you just look so biteable you don't get it. it's like everytime i feel you up i get this urge to lick you." your voice is quiet, the confession lingering in the air.

it's his turn to get emberassed, the warm hearted smile never leaving his face. "you could've just said that y'know. i would've let you." despite his usual playful demeanor, there was a serious edge in his voice.

you take the opportunity and push him on the couch, the sudden action making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise before they relax again almost immediatly.

it's like a whole switch just flipped in your brain, finally getting what you were waiting for so long. you don't really sit on him, just bending down to be right infront of his face, a finger swiping on his lips.

you don't kiss him just yet — your hands moving from his shoulders, slowly down his chest, stopping shortly at his pecs, before moving down and resting on his abs.

his breath stutters, a tent already forming in his pants. "have waited so long to touch baby, s'pretty and strong." apparently, your sultry voice wasn't helping his case, as his half-lidded eyes are filled with lust.

"all this time you were walking around like you didn't know what you were doing to me. y'know how many times i thought about your muscles when you weren't here?"

your hands wander until they find their way under his shirt lifting it up to expose his sweaty six-pack making him hiss at the cold air. "i didn't know you paid so much attention to them."

his ears were red, like he was still getting flustered at the compliment, like his cock wasn't already throbbing with need. you lower yourself on your knees, getting on the same height as his stomach, arms exploring every inch.

"i do. now can i lick them and then suck your cock?"

"yes."

[elicalace]

riding eijiro kirishima's abs <3

"don't shower."

"i'm sorry?"

probably a valid reaction to your request — you look at your boyfriend, eijiro, who was very much all sweaty, shirt clinging onto him from his finished workout.

you're sitting on the couch, feet dangling down while looking at the man who just came home from the gym, in desperate need of a shower. "i said don't shower yet. come here." the tone of your voice made his eyebrows furrow in confusing, nevertheless walking until he was practically between your legs, looking down a you.

you take in the way he looks right now — still slightly out of breath, his hair down almost covering his eyes, his abs visible through the now transparent shirt. not wasting much time you stand up, still not quite at eye level, your hands resting on his chest, not for too long before you push him gently on the couch.

"whoa what are you doin-" his sentence is cut short when you all right on his lap, straddling him, making him groan. "can i ride your... abs?"

his eyebrows shoot up almost instantly, jaw slack, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. "i- what?" his voice is shaking, nerrvous and unsure if he heard you right.

"ride your muscles, here." as to emphasize your point, you push up his soaked shirt, running a hand down the exposed muscles, the feeling making his dick twitch to life.

he shudders, eyes closing for a second like your words physically affected him, which they probably did by the way his bulge is becoming bigger and bigger. "how does that even work? atleast let me take a shower first, babe." he sounds unsure, not because he wants to deny your pleasure, more because he doesn't really get it.

you shake your head, pushing up your oversized shirt, the only thing covering you your now wet panties, making his breath hitch at the sight. ignoring his previous questions you push him down a bit more, making him hold himself up by his arms, just enough to not lay down completly.

moving your legs on both sides of his stomach now, you let yourself fall down right on the hard muscles, the contact making you gasp — meanwhile, kirishima is unsure what to do, so he just looks at you, eyes moving from your face to your covered pussy, the blush on his face deepening.

settling down comfortably on him, you start slowly — small rolls of your hips against the ripples of muscles. the sensation hits you almost immediatly, the pressure hitting right against your clit.

"feels hah- so good eiji." his breath stutters at your needy voice, clearly not expecting for you to feel so good just by rubbing yourself against him.

"take this off baby." his hand moves to assist you, pushing your panties to the side, your bare pussy laid out bare for him to see now. "shit you're soaked. all this just from rubbing against me?"

you lower yourself again, the contact without a layer of clothing feeling much more intense. moaning, you nod, resuming your grinding. "y-yes ngh your abs feel so g-good."

he could feel his erection painfully pulse at your praise, desperate for some sort of touch, but not wanting to ruin your fun. so like the man he is — he shuts up, putting his hand on your hip to help you move easier against him.

"you're making a mess all over me baby, fuck." he sounds almost pained, eyes fixated on the wet juices spreading on him. his words make you let out a moan, too gone to feel embaressed now.

"s-so close eiji-please mhm i-" you're not making any sense with your sentences, too close to think clearly, dragging your folds against the ripples of muscles.

it's almost like your words flipped an alarm switch on in your boyfriend, causing his hips to push up desperatly seeking for any sort of friction — his muscles hardening slightly with his quirk from frustation when he doesn't find any.

the sudden intensified feeling, makes you gasp loudly, rythm stuttering, the hard muscles rubbing just right against your nub. his eyes widen at your reaction, cock leaking from the fucked-out expression on your face.

"s-shit im sorry didn't mean to baby." he doesn't sound sorry at all — not that you care, too busy trying to make yourself come.

"you're close aren't you? cum on me, please baby. 'wanna se your cum leak on me." he's begging, the desperate edge in his voice giving you the final push, making you release all over him.

you moan, feeling your walls flutter as you hold onto his pecs to keep you from collapsing, his arm supporting you. he suddenly groans,eyes rolling back, you feel his hips moving up when he stops he's out of breath like he just ran a marathon.

confused you look back, seeing a wet patch forming on his gym shorts. When you turn around again, looking at your boyfriend wide-eyed, he has an embaressed smile on his face.

"did you just cum in your pants?"

"yeah."

"want me to clean it up?"

"yeah."

[elicalace]

can't sleep? don't worry katsuki bakugo has just the right solution! <3

you felt like you were about to scream into your pillow. the alarm on your clock reading 3:34 am — meaning you weren't able to fall asleep at all until now.

what's even worse? your boyfriend practically looking like a statue, sprawled on the bed without any worries. meanwhile you didn't stop turning and tossing until now, too frustated to try anymore.

sighing you decide for the last standing option — waking up the man himself. everyone knew katsuki has a strict sleeping schedule, and that didn't change much even when you started dating, and honestly you resepect it.

but not today. if you weren't able to fall sleep in the next hour there was no way you could wake up on time tomorrow. so, having no choice left, you poke your boyfriend in the face. once — nothing. you do it again. he grumbles something in his sleep, still not really waking up.

not getting any other sign that he's gonna wake up, you start leaving kisses all over his face, until he's visibly twitching, eyebrows slightly furrowed. a last kiss on his lips seems to finally shaken him awake, as he lets out a confused groan against your mouth.

you pull away, now being eye to eye with katsuki, who was looking at you like he was pissed — but also worried.

"the fuck's wrong with you? it's the middle of the night."

he leans up, back against the headboard now, staring at you confused. you frown, moving to straddle his hips, your bare legs connecting with his.

his eyes narrow — still moving his hands to your thighs. "i can't sleep 'suki. think im cursed."

his expression visibly softens at your frustated tone, finally understanding why you woke him up so late. he moves his hand up to your face, thumb caressing the tired circles under your eyes.

"yeah? my pretty girl can't sleep?" you shake your head, leaning into his touch.

"let me help you. know just the right' thing to put you to sleep."

you couldn't even process his words, before he already flipped you onto your back, your head hitting the soft matress. he moves on top of you, knee between your thighs, so he doesn't crush you with his weight.

he leans in, kissing your soft lips, the kiss lazy. meanwhile, his hands move down your sides, pushing the oversized shirt on your torso up, exposing your panties.

his tongue moves lazily against yours, his hand parting your thighs, making enough space to fit. the moment his fingers caress your pussy over your panties makes you gasp in his mouth, back arching to meet his touch.

"my poor girl' couldn't sleep all night huh?" he murmurs against your lips, moving his kisses down your beck, sucking gently at the skin.

your hand moves to grip his hair — his hand slapping against your slick cunt. the material is clinging pathetically to your pussy, the layer of clothing basically useless at this point.

he doesn't rush his movements, just slowly pulling your underwear down your legs, his hand immediatly moving to touch your bare pussy.

"mhmm already so soaked'n perfect for me."

his fingers run up and down your folds, the action making you squirm under him, desperatly wanting more. it's like he's reading your mind because he finally takes a finger and slowly pushes against your entrance, meanwhile his thumb presses down on your clit.

you whimper quietly, your walls already clenching around his finger before it's even all the way in, making him groan.

"c'mon baby open up f'me."

taking a deep breath you relax around him — and he's finally able to push in two of his fingers without much resistence.

the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you fill the room, his rymth lazy as his head rests in your neck.

"mhmm — 'suki feels so good." your voice is almost a whisper, the squelches of your cunt overtoning you. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your nub, never stopping his gentle thrusts.

"so wet just from my fingers." he sounds approving, free hand groping your tits, stimulating the sensitive nubs.

a small moan escapes your mouth, hips pushing up involuntary, looking for more pleasure.

katsuki looks like he's about to fall asleep — eyes half-lidded and controlled breaths leaving him. but nevertheless, he continues his thrusts, while still stimualting both your clit and nipples. you whimper, coming closer to your release, legs tensing the closer you get.

with a final push of his fingers, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you moan, cumming around his digits. he doesn't immediatly stop his movements, letting you ride out your high around him, only stopping when your cunt stops pulsing.

your breaths are shallow, trying to relax, but you're already half asleep. he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before reaching for a small towel on the nightstand to wipe you clean.

when he's done he doesn't move away from ontop of you — the opposite, he puts his whole body on yours, caging you under him. you barely notice, already doozing off, the orgasm putting you right to sleep, him following shortly after.

seems like his plan worked.

[elicalace]

jester!sukuna x princess!reader

warnings: mature content, sexual themes

The only thing to be heard in the whole castle — which was a labyrinth by itself, was the footsteps of the servants rushing from room to room.

You always enjoyed the little of quiet days you can get in a fully lived-in castle. But not today. The silent was louder than any angry shouts you ever heard directed to you. The tension in the air dancing around the dinner table you were currently sitting at.

There aren’t many special moments where the royal family decides to seat together for a meal. So how come the queen and king were right in front of you, a unfamiliar man seated on your left?

That’s right — today was the day your soon-to-be husband was introduced to you. You stare at the empty promise from the expensive diamond on your ring finger, the feeling of emptiness enveloping the excitement you once felt for the idea of getting married.

Your parents were talking proudly with the prince‘s family, clearly being more than satisfied with the arrangement they were able to make.

You, on the other hand, did not make any movement to talk to the man next to you. A small glance sideways at his face told you all you needed: a stuck-up arrogance radiating of him, a face that looks like he never experienced a minor inconvenience. How was such a person to be your partner for the rest of your life?

Not one word was spoken to each other during the dinner, not anyone else wanting this to end faster than the pair of you. The food on your plate cold, untouched, staring back mockingly.

Of course, marriage between the royal families was the norm, but did you ever believe your parents would be this old-fashioned cruel to their only daughter? It never crossed your mind to be married off into a unknown family — much less into one of the most powerful in the near empires.

The evening couldn’t come any sooner when you bid farewell to the royal family making their way back successfully, satisfied with the outcome for their reign. A quick kiss on the cheek of the prince, a false feeling off affection plastered across his face.

The silence came back — a peaceful one this time, without any distrust or anger. Your majesties already leaving for royal duties which were soon to be passed onto you and your partner.

You didn’t discuss, didn’t interrupt neither, just politely nodded, a small smile never leaving your face, like someone pinned it in place.

Walking around the hallways the cold air inviting you to take a breath, to share your worries with the darkness filled with stars. The balcony was your favorite place in the whole building — a small lantern cutting through the darkness.

You lean against the freezing stone railing, the cold feeling calming your skin. Releasing a deep breath, you finally let the facade on your face fall, shoulders relaxing for the first time this day.

He never lets you wait too long in the cold. The silent footsteps coming closer and closer until you feel a hand ghost around your waist, barely touching you, still feeling his body hear without having to touch him.

„I didn’t leave my princess alone too long in the cold did I ?“

Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you turn around, back pressed against the rough surface.

„It’s not of any kindness to let the future queen wait your arrival is it, Sukuna?“

The man standing infront of you shouldn’t be a man you should adress so informal, or for that case at all. Yet, you can’t help but look at the man in a black red checkered suit with a matching three pointed headpiece, curtesy of the queen herself.

„My apologies your Highness, as of your knowledge I was busy entertaining the king to his liking.“ He moves closer, arms put next to your hips, trapping you. His voice a rough murmur, so quiet the wind carries it away, hiding his presence.

You don’t entertain his antics like you normally would. „I got engaged today. If I remember correctly he is the prince of Izumo, very important for our kingdom.“

The usual playfulness of the jester in front of you dies, every bit of previous amusement draining away. His arms gripping the railing hard, his jaw tightened at your words. A look you never saw on his face before.

He moves fast, a hand on your waist covered by a fancy corset, the over on your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His voice sounding more on edge now, still quiet like he wasn’t allowed to make a scene. „Yeah? You said yes?“

You gulp, the possessive tone in his voice making your thighs squeeze together under your dress, eyes still locked with his. „Well there wasn’t much yes or no to sa-“

„You didn’t say no, right princess?“ His eyes red like the costume he is forced to wear day to day, like it’s made to remind him who he is. „You never do, do you? Only come to me when you need something to laugh at? Or to make you cum? That it, your Highness?“

Gasping, you slap a hand over his mouth, the filthy words spoken so freely and loud, raising your worries of getting caught. „Sukuna! You know that is not true, although there is no point in arguing with my parents as you know. Please lower your voice if you do not wish to get caught.“

At your words a small amused smirk comes back to his face, head cocking slightly to the side like he doesn’t really believe you. „ Let’s see if I am the one that will get us caught by being too loud shall we, my princess?“ Before you even process his words fully, he‘s already pulling you in, lips connecting with yours in an almost claiming way.

A small whimper escapes your mouth at his roughness, nevertheless kissing him back fiercely. Your arms wrap around his neck, to pull him down to your height level, his hands moving up and down your waist, the many layers making him grunt in annoyance.

He pulls back, letting you catch your breath as he stares at you with an insatiable hunger on his face. His forehead is resting against yours, stray strands of pink hair blocking his perfect vision of the flushed princess in front of him.

„Do you not desire me enough your Highness?“

„You know I do.“

„Hmm. Show me.“

His lips are back on yours, chasing your mouth like he needs it to breath. Your hands move to his chest, exploring every inch of the covered muscles, wanting nothing more than to rip them off.

„Sukuna.“

„Mhmmm?“

„We are still in an indecent place, don’t you think?“

„Do you forget what I work as, princess? It’s my duty to make things a lot more amusing, no?“

Before you could voice your protests, his arms spinned you around quickly, making you bend over the railing, enough to see down.

He‘s pressed right behind you, your big dress stopping him from touching you the way he desires to. He leans in anyway, breath hot against your ear when he whispers. „ Don’t make a sound if you do not wish to get caught being inappropriate with the castle’s clown.“ He’s mocking, hands ripping of the seam of your corset, making you gasp.

„Sukuna! How do you suggest I explain that to my parents?“

„Tell him a wild wolf tried to bite you down.“

„Are you joking?“

„Never.“

His sarcastic remark stays in the air as he pulls your dress down, the cold welcoming your warm body, which was now only covered by a short gown.

„Shit, such a pretty princess aren’t you? All mine too.“

A new wave of jealousy seemed to emerge from him as he presses his hardness firmly against yours back now, lips latching onto the skin on your neck, sucking gently to not cause any marking.

You moan, the sound louder than you intended to, making him snake two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet. „I haven’t even touched you properly and you’re already so desperate for me.“ He hisses, the hardness in his pants getting worse.

„Touch me properly.“ You‘re out of breath already, panties soaking.

„I think you can ask nicer can you not?“ He’s teasing, hands moving painfully slow down your body, not giving in to your pleas just yet.

„Please, Sukuna. Touch me. I need you to touch me.“

He groans, clearly satisfied with your responds as his hands slides under your gown, pushing your panties to the side. A gasp escapes your mouth st the feeling of his hand on your wet heat.

His free hand moves to grope your breasts, massaging the flesh roughly in his hands. The hand cupping your heat moving from your hole to your clit, pinching the nerve just enough to cause a painful pleasure, making you moan.

„Look at you, already so pathetic with just my hands. What are you gonna do when I give you my cock huh?“

„Mhmm- please, need a finger inside nghh-.“

He obeys, slipping a finger into your wet cunt, making you clench around him almost immediately. He lets out a low curse, the feeling in his pants getting worse and worse.

Slipping inside a second finger, a louder moan escapes you, making him groan at the wet sound of your pussy mixed with your voice.

„You‘re going to make a mess already? I can feel you clenching around me, already cumming?“ He never stops his rhythm even when your hips stutter and your back arches into him, he keeps pushing his finger in and out while the other hand rubs slow circles on your nub.

The added pleasure makes you whine as you come undone way sooner than expected, making him chuckle against your neck. He takes his fingers covered in juices out, sticking them into his mouth to lick them clean as you try to come down from your high.

You do not have much time to recover as he‘s stepping behind to drop his pants down, making you arch your back harder against him.

He takes his cock into his hand, pumps a few times, before rubbing it against your wet pussy. „Oh shitt, want me to fuck you princess? One last time before you leave me to be with some imbecile?“

„M‘not leaving you for him.“ Your voice is high pitched wanting nothing more for him to finally fuck you.

„Yeah? That’s the right answer. Nobody fucks this cunt but me hm?“ He finally pushes in, barely the tip and you already clench around him. You both let out a moan when he finally bottoms out, stuffing you full of his cock.

The wet sounds on skin slapping being as quiet as possible, but your moans getting louder once he hits a certain spot over and over again.

He takes his hat off, taking one of the pointers and stuffing it into your mouth to make you quieter. The scene is so obscene it makes him groan, seeing you trying to keep quiet with your mouth stuffed full.

He continues fucking you in the cold darkness, not stopping when you clench around him, back pressing harder against him, hands holding onto his arms to not fall.

With a free hand he takes your leg, holding it up, making the angle so hit so much deeper, his dick thrusting harder like he’s on the verge of his orgasm.

„Such a pretty girl f‘me aren’t you, princess? My filthy slut at night when everyone is sleeping.“ You let out a muffled moan, the praise and degrading making you gush around him, your juices leaking down onto his cock.

He moves your head to the side, taking out the hat to kiss you — the kiss wet and messy. His thrusts turning sloppy, your legs trembling as with a final thrust you cum — hard in his cock, him following shortly after with a quiet moan, cumming inside you.

Breathing hard he lets you ride out your high until your satisfied, his cock slowly softening inside your cunt. He pulls out, making you whine at the loss, but not for too long as he gets on his knees, right between your legs — licking you clean with his tongue.

It‘s not meant to be a second round — he’s just trying to clean up the mess of cum between your legs, your clit buzzing from the overstimulation as he finishes licking. You almost fall when his arms leave your legs, but he catches you in time.

„Tired, your Majesty?“

„mhm..“

Your already half asleep in his arms when he dresses you both quickly and carries you to your bedroom, where he changes you into your pyjamas.

He‘s about to leave when you tug his arm making him turn to look at you, questioning.

„Please stay.“

He stills at the unexpected request, but considers against it, being sure it is your tiredness talking. So, he has a small smile on his face as he walks away to the door.

„ You know I can not do that, my princess. I will see you tomorrow.“

With that, he walks out, a heavy feeling in his chest that he can‘t seem to shake off.