Hi! Could I ask for a smut scenario with body worship for Baji(timeskip) with a fem!chubby! s/o? You are free to ignore this request, but thanks anyway!
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➬ 𝗕𝗮𝗷𝗶 𝘅 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 [𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽]
➬ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴
➬ We need a male that can handle a beautiful body 😮💨 shouts out to all you beautiful girls !! Being on the ‘chubby’ side myself, I’ll gladly write this <3
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“Give me a minute and I’ll come right out, okay ?” You yell from inside the room for Baji to hear who was on the other side of it.
“But hurry the hell up, we’ll be late !!” He shouts taking a seat on the couch. He taps his foot on the floor impatiently waiting for you to finish up whatever it was that you were doing inside.
A few minutes pass and the rhythm of his foot tapping the floor increases. Looking at his watch he sees the hands reaching to a time that was suppose to used to get to your destination . “(Y/n),you know that we have to go, right ? Pah is getting married and us being his friends should really be the…re - oh.”
His words trail off as you open the door to the room and your exposed leg is shown to him. “Do you like it ?” You ask innocently looking at him in the burgundy colored dress with a leg slit
And that’s how you ended up here with your dress hiked up and legs spread open on Baji’s lap - on the bed - in front of a mirror facing the bed that reflected your slick cunt.
“Your body is so, so, so beautiful” he growls into your ear as his fingers curl inside you. Moans erupt from your throat seeing his hands move from the out riot and feeling his digits inside you, gripping his pants material he smirks at his reflection.
“I’ve gotten really lucky - with havin’ you, baby.” He grips your thigh moving your leg to open you up more for him. “Look at that greedy pussy of yours - we shouldn’t let it starve” Baji kisses your neck while he pulls his finger out and start rubbing your puffy clit.
Shivers hit down your back and you arch feeling the pressure on the hardened bud “mmph” you love your hips at a constant pace before he pulls his hand away from your pussy.
“Not so fast, doll” Baji lifts you up a bit telling you to support yourself on his thighs while he undoes his pants letting his cock spring out. “Let’s feed that pussy of yours, yea ?” He shoots you a toothy grin and grabs your hips guiding you down.
Your pussy kisses his hard cock and he grunt feeling your walls wrap around him - falling into the darkness of list. “Look at yourself, doll. These hips I can grab and feel the softness when I lead you down to my pleasing dick” he squeezes your hips as you travel up and down his dick.
“These that I can use as a pillow. Where I sleep comfortably when taking cat naps” both hands go to your tits. One playing with your nipple while the other one gropes and massages the other breast.
Seeing the reflection of him grabbing on you and you sliding up and down on his dick as your slick coats over him - this encourages you to moved your hips back and forth, grinding on him and reach to play with your clit making both of you moan and grunt.
Heaving from the what is happening Baji bites his lips feeling your walls slowly come in to milk his cock. “Don’t let me start on this pussy. This baby can pleasure and can take all the breeding I intend to do” his hands come back down your hips. Settling you down and thrusting up into you - he softly bites and sucks on your shoulder feeling your walls completely suffocate his dick, milking him to his worth.
“Y/n my gorgeous princess, you are beautiful” he whispers as his cock kisses that spongy spot deep inside you and shoot his seed into you just as he had said.
Calming down from the the high you snap out of it and grab his wrist that had the watch around it “Kei we’re late” you look over your shoulder to see him smirking “I guess we are” his arms wrap around you, resting his head over your shoulder and leaning in for a kiss. Accepting his kiss you kiss back before it soon became a make out session.
“NOpe!! We’re already late ! Get in the shower we can’t arrive smelling like sex” you rush getting your dress off dreading that you’d have to do your make up again.
“Does that mean we’ll be having shower sex ?” Baji follows you into the bathroom with the top of his suit still on.
“If you don’t hurry then probably not” you give him the same way shitting grin he’d give you before starting and getting in the shower yourself.
In the end you two were never late. Pah-chin refused to get married without Baji being there so he dead ass had everyone wait until you two got there. “Where ya been ?” Draken squints his eyes at both you and Baji “traffic” your nose twitches trying your best to play it off.
“There was an accident and that made the police close off the road” Baji makes eye contact with Draken.
“…… I guess you’re right. There was a bit of traffic when we were in our way so it makes sense” Chifuyu answers who makes his way next to Draken.
“Well at least you’re here. C’mon Pah is shitting his pants waiting to start this” Draken chuckles believing your story.
tags; fluff, teasing, flirting, unprotected sex, creampie, oral for both parties, fingering, light bondage, tummy bulge, bunny being used as a pet name, hand job, mentions of female masturbation.
“Get ‘em’!” You cried cheering on Mikey who held the small plastic water gun in his hand aiming it at the faded Clown’s mouth blowing the balloon on top waiting for it to burst, other people stood next to him trying to win the race but Mikey was faster making the balloon pop loudly earning a few groans.
“I knew you could do it!” You said walking up behind him bumping his elbow.
“Only because I have you here.” He replied in a low voice that sent a rush of heat through you making you shiver even though it was the middle of July and you were wearing a dress.
For the last couple of months you and he played a game of flirting when you’re around him and your brother who happens to be best friends with him, nothing over the top or drastic but enough to show the ever-growing attraction, dropping small subtle hints that left the both of you flustered but neither of you said anything so it was just left with heavy teasing until Mikey asked if you would attend the carnival with him, he never brought up the mention of it being a date but it felt like it when he paid for everything.
“It’s the manly thing to do.” He said defending himself when you glanced at him sideways with your money in your hand.
“At least let me pay for some cotton candy. We can even share it!”
With the small stuffed bear in your hand that you thought about humping later while thinking of Mikey had you zoned out until he bumped into you.
“Everything okay bunny?” He asked using his teasing nickname for you that made your heart beat ten times too fast in your chest.
“Yeah, what next? What ride haven’t we tried?”
“Well, you haven’t ridden me yet.” He replied casually throwing his head back laughing, the familiar surge of heat coursed through you hot rushing straight to your already damp ravish me red panties that matched the lip gloss you swiped on your lips before he picked you up.
“I didn’t have that on the plan but maybe if you’re a good boy I might.” You replied winking at him while turning around to face him walking backward.
“I thought I was already a good boy?” He shot back smiling, lips pulling back showing off his sharp teeth.
“What about the carousel?” You asked ignoring his question while raising an eyebrow watching him take a bite of the cotton candy making you wish his teeth were sinking into something else.
“The carousel? Whoever can run there the fastest has to buy the next round of corndogs and funnel cake!” He shouted already taking off leaving you behind.
“That’s not fair!” You yelled laughing turning around trying to chase him but he proved to be too fast, when you finally caught up with him you bent down placing your hands on your knees breathing in the smell of sweet funnel cakes that competed with the scent of delicious food, the sounds of people screaming and laughter and the rides clanging loudly buzzed under your skin while Mikey patted your back with a triumphant smirk on his devastatingly handsome face.
“Remind me,” You began still holding your knees forcing air into your burning lungs, “not to race you again, I didn’t know sharks could run that fast on land.”
“Haha! I thought that cats ran faster than that?” He teased gently pulling on your ear lightly.
“Don’t make me bring out the claws Manjiro, those don’t feel so good.” You muttered swatting his hand away that went to reach for the other ear.
“Aw, don’t pout bunny, I was just joking. How can I make it up to you?”
Glancing at the line you saw the tall lanky man running the carousel was looking at you two waiting so you got a running start and ran past the open gate while showing the man your bright orange bracelet before choosing the gold and white pony straddling it.
“Since I won I got to choose where we sit because you would probably choose the wrong horses.” You said giggling sticking your tongue out at him.
“If you’re going to give me lip at least put some tongue in it,” He replied in a mock pouty voice as he straddled the fake horse next to you grabbing the pole, “and I had no idea that you could pick the wrong horse.”
“Now who’s the one pouting?”
“Mhm, just don’t get to thinking you win because we all know that it will just go to your head blowing up that ego,” He replied pressing his fingertips together slowly expanding it until they were inches apart then he popped his lips together sending his hands further apart like a bomb exploded between them, “and we can’t be having that.”
You placed a hand on your chest wearing a fake hurt expression with your mouth hanging open, “The only reason I have an ego, thank you very much is because you always flirt with me.”
A sudden jerk made your hips buck against the hard saddle rubbing your clit, you grasped the gold-painted pole biting your bottom lip, “I thought you were attentive and attuned to your surroundings?” He teased, it was your turn to laugh at him mockingly.
The sounds and lights of the carnival whizzed past you while you rested your head against the pole looking at the blurring pace of people walking past, turning your head you looked at Mikey who you expected to be doing the same thing but instead his red eyes were smack dab on you instead.
“Can I help you with something?” You asked reaching over to poke him.
“I say after this we get some of those funnel cakes you said you were going to buy.”
“You cheated though so how is it fair for me to buy them?”
“I won that’s why come on bunny you could finally win my heart.” He boasted leaning in close to you, his breath smelt like cotton candy making you wish you could taste the sugar on his tongue so you leaned in as well, faces only inches away your lips so close to his, if the ride stopped suddenly or jolted then you would get your wish but you pulled away with a smile that only strained his cock harder against his shorts, clouds parted making way for the sun which shone casting a soft yellow glow around you making you look like an angel with your head thrown back in a fit of laughter.
The sweet sound of your laugh buzzed past Mikey making him feel dizzy so when the ride stopped and you climbed off he hadn’t notice, lost in the same daydream you had with the red shark still tucked under your arm.
“Mikey?” You shouted waving your hands finally gaining his attention, he climbed off the ride and joined you in the sea of people.
“Before we head to the food stands can we take a quick detour?” You asked clasping your hands together in front of you.
“Where too? And if this is you trying to get out of buying me dinner then you can forget about it, I’ll hold you to it.” He said pointing his index finger at you which you swatted away again.
“I wouldn’t dare, it offends me that you would say that.” You replied with a fake pout earning a deep chuckle from Mikey.
“I think you’ve been hanging out with Takemichi too much, he’s done that face more times than I can count.”
Raising an eyebrow you gently jabbed in him the ribs, “He mainly makes that face when we hang out.”
Hearing this information not knowing it was true or not send a wave of jealously through Mikey who cocked an eyebrow at your comment, “Do I want to know?”
“Don’t look so jealous Mikey, I was just kidding.” You giggled placing your palm on his hard chest gently pushing him towards the Tilt-A-Whirl line, “I’m not jealous you know.” He replied, arms crossing over his chest sending you into another fit of laughter as you hip-checked him.
“If you weren’t then you wouldn’t have brought it up, mhm?”
Mikey didn’t reply instead he listened to you talk about work and then facts about carnival rides that you would only know, “Did you know that the Tilt-A-Whirl was created in nineteen-twenty six but didn’t make its whirling debut until the following year?”
“Whirling debut? I’ll have to write that down.” Mikey said matter of fact grabbing an imaginary pad and pencil pretending to write that down while squinting, you bumped his elbow causing him to gasp, “You messed me up!”
The both of you made corny jokes until you finally got on the platform, “Does this ride have a specific placement? Don’t want to choose the wrong one.” He muttered colliding against you, his hands went straight to your hips from behind keeping you from falling, his hands felt warm through the thin material of your dress sending a wave of goosebumps over you.
“No, it doesn’t.” You replied sliding in the seat tugging him down next to you, once everyone was secured the ride began, you wrapped your fingers around the bar accidentally grazing against Mikey who cleared his throat when the speed picked up your thigh pressed against his sending low volts of electricity through the both of you.
“Hang on!” Mikey shouted sending the car flying round and round carrying your laugh through the air.
“I will never do that again with you, I’m pretty sure my ass is in my throat.” You groaned getting off the ride patting your stomach for effect, “I’m sure it’s been like that because you talk a lot of shit.” He replied with a smile, “Look who’s talking, you always got something to say.”
“But yet you listen to me anyway, don’t you?”
“Because you’re King of turd island so of course, I have to.”
“Oh, that’s it. I’m being nice and giving you a three-second head start to run to the house of mirrors, if you make it there before I do then we do whatever you say for the rest of the night but if I win then you have to wear a collar with the little bell.”
Thinking of him clasping a collar around your neck with a nametag engraved with Property of Mikey sent a gush soaking your panties, “Keyword; If.” You said sweetly turning around getting the head start barely getting through the people who yelled at you not to ruin but the blood pumped in your ears and buzzed as you picked up the pace weaving through the food stands until you finally set foot on the last first step to the house of mirrors, you stood there letting several minutes pass by leaving you to wonder where Mikey went until he walked up holding two baskets of funnel cake.
“You really stopped to get funnel cakes?” You asked inhaling the rich aroma making your mouth water a bit.
“It smelled really good, plus I’m curious to see what you have planned the rest of the day, well evening,” He said turning back to look at the sun starting to set casting a pastel hue of pink and purple and blue intertwining with the streaky white clouds, whatever the carnival becomes under the sun, it doesn’t really become hypotonic until the evening approaches darkening the sky as the lights become brighter and the screaming gets a bit louder.
The magic was still in the air turning it into something a little bit mysterious and a little bit intriguing while belting out the sweet echoes of safer, happier times during the day.
“Did you buy one for little ol’ me?” You asked in a cheesy southern accent oozing with excitement pointing to the other basket.
“Well, of course, I did my little lady,” Mikey replied trying to match your accent making you laugh as he passed you the basket grazing his hands against you letting the touch linger admins feaster, burying under your skin letting it pool in the pit of your stomach, you ate the warm funnel cake almost moaning, afterward you threw it in the trash can placed next to the stairs.
“You have some sugar on your lip.” You told him pointing at his mouth, Mikey poked his tongue out licking his lips but missing the spot so you gripped the pole of the staircase swinging yourself to face him, “Bun-”
You licked his upper lip tasting the powdered sugar on your tongue, “Got it.”
Mikey was at a loss for words for a few seconds, throwing the basket in the trash he stepped up grabbing your wrist tugging you into the maze of mirrors and colored led lights hanging from the ceiling, he didn’t let go of your wrist as he drug you deeper into the maze until he was satisfied and sure that no one would bother you two.
“You’ve been driving me crazy bunny, all this teasing and flirting it’s gotten me fired up, I need to know if you feel the same way I do.” He breathed pressing you against a mirror that reflected six of you.
“I do, I like you a lot Mikey.” You admitted snapping the rubber band of tension that’s been building up for months.
“Say it again.”
“I like you, now kiss me.”
You grabbed his shirt fisting your hands pulling you against him pressing your lips against his in a desperate attempt to dull the ache growing between your legs but it only made it worse when his hand cradled your head, he dipped his tongue in your mouth licking roughly claiming you making your drop the shark on the ground.
“Bunny.” He groaned as his other hand trailed down disappearing under the hem of your dress to stroke your soaking panties.
“Have you been this wet all day?” He asked nipping your shoulder as he tugged the strap of your dress off your shoulders.
“Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” You groaned when he tugged your head back, his sharp teeth scraping the thin flesh of your throat sending a thrilling tingle through you.
Two slender fingers hooked in your panties tugging them down to your ankles, breaking away Mikey looked down to see your panties, very similar to his favorite color, “Oh, bunny.” He splayed you open as he rubbed his finger over your quivering slit gathering your arousal before pulling it away, with lust-blown pupils you watched as he began to suck tasting you.
“Can I?” He asked panting looking down, nodding your head he sunk to his knees with permission as you threw one leg over his shoulder, one hand cupped your ass while his other held your thigh keeping you balanced and upright. His tongue fit perfectly between your drenched lips licking wide stripes over and over again purposely missing your clit.
“Mikey!” His name tumbled from your mouth in a sweet sigh when he finally sucked the bundle of nerves between his teeth very gently before flicking with his tongue, thrusting two incredibly thick fingers inside your cunt stretching you wide you ground against his hand trying to chase your climax but you felt him stop.
“Why’d you stop?” You whined grabbing a handful of his black hair which he left down today.
“I’m going to give you the best orgasms you’ve ever had bunny.”
Just as soon as you were coming down from your high he began again using the sweet rhythm of his tongue and fingers with echoed loudly drowning out your moans bringing you to the edge only to stop again, the pressure inside your stomach slowly became unbearable as you tried to grind against his face desperate to cum, “Let me cum!” You cried tugging on his hair.
“Demand me, make me make you cum.”
“Make me cum Mikey, I’ve thought about this for so long, be a good little boy and make me cum, yeah? Make me feel good the way I know you can.” You panted now humping his face fast drawing near another orgasm, your muscles tightened feeling your climax topple over then finally your pussy spasmed creaming in Mikey’s mouth.
“You taste so fucking divine bunny, much better than any sweet I’ve ever tried, I’m going to get addicted.” He groaned holding your hips grinding your cunt on his face licking you clean.
“Mikey!” You panted still gripping his hair forcefully, standing up he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand holding your gaze.
“That was intense, now,” You said gripping his shirt again flipping positions so now he’s pressed against the mirror, “it’s my turn.” You said rubbing your hand palming his crotch feeling how long and thick he is.
“I-I, oh my God, Mikey, someone should arrest you for packing this much heat.” You whispered softly, he laughed grabbing your other hand guiding it under his shirt.
“I want you to feel me all over bunny, your touch, and scent.”
You tugged down his shorts dropping to your knees, his dick popped free-standing hard and thick, the length unbelievable, if he goes all the way in you’ll see and feel him in your stomach, literally rearranging your organs, opening your mouth you sucked the engorged head in first tasting the silky warm flesh, pre-cum smearing on your tongue, you attempted to wrap your fist around what couldn’t fit in your mouth as you took him to the back of your throat.
“You’re mouth is so warm and wet, oh, fuck me bunny, you feel s-so good.” Mikey moaned watching your eyes water, you sucked him off with the same enthusiasm he had while eating you out, drool trickled out of your mouth making it sloppy which only sent him wild bucking his hips wildly but you patted his thighs letting him know to calm down as you bobbed your head gripping the base of his cock, the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth, jerking him off flicking the swollen head lapping up the pre-cum.
“Sorry,” He mumbled holding your head instead, guiding you up and down letting your tongue run over every inch of him.
“I’m going to cum!” He warned so you sucked even harder jerking him off as well, ribbons of hot cum shot down your throat making it difficult to swallow, he helped you to your knees kissing you mixing your cum on his tongue with his on yours, nimble fingers made quick work of tugging the belt off on your waist which he turned into a pair of makeshift handcuffs.
“Would you be alright with this?” He asked looking at your wrists, you clasped your hands together and straightened your arms out so he could tighten the leather belt around your wrists, “I can’t wait to have you tied to my bed or have you tie me down, I’m not sure which one I like better, I guess the only way to find out is to do it, huh?”
“Fuck, Mikey, I need you, right now, please.” You begged, he spun you around and pressed you against the mirror yanking your dress up, he grabbed the back of your thighs.
“Jump.” Jumping up he caught you holding your legs as you wrapped them around him, he held your waist lifting you up to press his dick against you.
“Tell me what you like bunny, tell me everything so I can make you shatter and cry out as your cum on my dick, I’m going at your pace.”
“Fuck!” You groaned holding your hands to your chest, “Count with me.”
You felt him slide in smooth and slow, stretching your walls to an impossible width as he got the first inch in.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Five.”
“Six.”
“Mikey! Fuck! Oh my God! That is way too much! Wait-shit-damn it! Wait!” You panted cutting him off screwing your eyes shut, it felt like he’s splitting you open tearing you apart.
“I’m not all the way in bunny.”
“There’s more? Just rock your hips a bit,” Obeying you he rocked his hips pressing against your cervix forcefully.
“Just a few more, can you handle that?”
Nodding your head he lowered you some more, two more inches until he bottomed out spreading your walls and maybe your hips apart, you straightened your arms out and held onto Mikey’s neck, the leather belt digging into his skin as he held you there close to him against the mirror letting you get used to his size.
“Slow.” You panted, he pulled out a few inches and thrust back in a few times, “More!” You moaned wanting him to fuck you senseless so he picked up the pace rutting against you while you clung to him for dear life.
“Do you feel me in your stomach?” He asked pulling away slightly to press the bulge right where he asked.
“Mhmfm!” You groaned knowing he was fucking you dumb making you bounce up and down on his cock.
“You really know how to take my cock.”
“Bunny you feel so good.”
“Your pussy is so perfect for me in every way.”
“You’re so big!”
“I want you to fuck me every night!”
“Mikey! I’m cumming!”
It was an exchange of praises as you moaned low in your throat with each snap of his hips alternating between slow and hard moving his hands to your ass keeping your against the wall with his head buried in your neck.
Mikey felt you purr as your orgasm hit you hard shattering your nerves setting you on fire as you dug your fingers in his back, stars burst behind your eyes as your walls clamped and fluttered around Mikey who toppled into his second orgasm sending hot spurts of cum deep inside you, so deep, in fact, you were sure it was never going to come out.
“Oh, fuck bunny!”
“Are you okay?” You asked drowsily, anything that was said to you sounded like it was far away and it didn’t make any sense, your brain and body high on the most intense and powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.
“Yeah, I never came that hard before so it might be a while.”
“I’ve never come that hard either.” You slurred, Mikey laughed while he flipped positions so his back was against the wall as he slid down holding you in his lap, cock still buried deep inside of you.
He rubbed your back sending you into a blissed-out state of limbo, “Would you go out with me?” He whispered kissing your temple.
“I would be honored to be your girlfriend.” You replied kissing him.
a/n: I got two requests for Gojo with a plus size s/o so don’t mind me I’ll just be combing the two ^_^
sfw Gojo Saturo x Chubby!Reader
Gojo isn’t a small man
At 6′3″ this dude towers over most anyone he comes into contact with (and like bruh that’s not including his hair, what is that another 5 inches? what is up with that?)
Yeah sure lots of people kinda turn heads when what they’d considered a ‘model’ man is doing with someone on the….well heavier side.
Snide comments about the two of you should just roll off you right? Gojo chose you and only you so it shouldn’t affect you right?
Well guess what buttercup?
I fuckin doesn’t bother you. Every time there’s a snide comment about your appearance Gojo cracks a big ol’ smile and caustically says something along the lines of;
“Look at this queen, I’d be blinder than I already am with this blindfold to not put her under lock and key.”
God Gojo stop this is embarrassing-
“I’m lucky she even wastes her time on me!”
So your single man cheer squad thoroughly makes any naysayers uncomfortable enough that they apologize. And if its a chick, oh yeah he plants a big one right on your lips
A playful butt grab for good measures if the naysayer really looked catty
You’re constantly embarrassed but it’s, relieving. None of your past relationships went to this length to keep you smiling
And Gojo is downright the best at getting you to smile. But for good reason
He is so in love with the way your face lights up with you laugh that it makes his heart skip a beat. He’s not ashamed of it either.
Sometimes he just grabs you close to him, making you rest your chin on his chest so you have to look up at him, and he tells you to smile
Of course you roll your eyes and deny him, he’s normally the tease so serves him right
Well does Gojo take that as an answer? God no, he starts kissing on your face, specifically your cheeks, until he gets a rise outta you so he can see that smile.
The one thing better than your smile?
The sensation of when he wraps his long arms around you and the softness of your body when he pulls you against him. It’s just- He doesn’t know but he’s often tried to tell you there’s no place he’d rather be
➵ content warning unprotected sex, cumming inside, rough sex, pet names like doll, princess, and good girl
➵ genre headcanons
[ a/n all characters are in their timeskip + i will be doing a part two to this ]
+ MIKEY
+ this position really makes him lose himself but god, is this man an encourager. in the beginning, he loves hyping you up while you ride his cock, endless praises leaving his lips, commending you for doing so good. he loves seeing you in control, seeing you above him, seeing you imbibe all the pleasure that his precious vixen deserves. "you treat me so well, doll," he says before he shamelessly lets out a pretty moan and his rough fingers grip your hips.
+ he gets greedy though—those fingers that are now glued to your flesh allow him to buck his hips upwards, further impaling you with all of his cock. you whimper something along the lines of: "'s too much!", but at this point he could care less. he uses that encouragement again, telling you: "you're taking it so well though, baby, 'm gonna cum if you just... keep going," and he gets rougher. he just can't get enough of you. he's a man with an addictive personality, he can't help it. he wants more, more, and more. he wants you to scream his name and disturb the people next door.
+ but don't worry—that adrenaline will soon fade and once he's buried his seed in that pretty cunt of yours, he brings his calloused hand up to your cheek, caressing it before bringing your head down to give you a sloppy kiss and tell you: "you make me so proud, doll."
+ DRAKEN
+ draken takes his time with you, specifically because he loves to admire your body while you're taking his cock at your own pace. this position with him is so sensual, even slow at times. he's savoring the view he has — seeing your eyes lidded, your lips parted, the bouncing of your tits, the way you stomach contracts. "fuck, you're so beautiful, baby..."
+ he isn't the type to get greedy and be rough in this position because, after all, you are the one in control. but he can trick you — because you're so into it. he'll tell you things like: "take all the pleasure you need, baby. you can take as much as you want. no limits... you can get crazy, y'know." and he's speaking through heavy breaths while you gradually take his advice, quickening your pace, increasing your aggression, putting your all into it because you want all of him.
+ he's made you think you're not taking all that you deserve and now he has you riding him until you're drunk on his cock, fucking yourself out until you've finally released on him. but you're so in the zone that you keep moving and he lets out a small chuckle, gripping your hips to halt your movements and tell you: "y'look so fucking gorgeous when you take what you want."
+ MITSUYA
+ he's another admirer. he admires your face more than your body, though. he loves any position where he could see your face. he loves seeing your face contort with pleasure, seeing your eyes meet his gaze. he smiles a lot after he's groaned out numerous profanities, looking up at you with limited eyes saying: "mmph—fuck! just like that princess." he loves seeing the small, seductive smile you give him once the words leave his mouth. he helps you out sometimes, using his hands to guide your hips in the right way, but never taking over unless you give him the go to.
+ and when you do give him that go, he's slamming you down on his veiny cock but at a pace the both of you could handle. he lets you lean down to share a passionate, wet and sloppy kiss while he's bucking his hips upwards to feel everything your pulsating cunt has to offer. his hands are gripping your ass, giving it a few slaps, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to mumble a: "good fucking girl." your pretty moans that are liberated from your lips are his fuel, giving him the strength he needs to give his cock to you in the best way possible. your moans are like a song to him. a pretty fucking song.
+ he's not the type to shy away from moaning either and that's what he does when he gets close—moaning your name, mixed in with cursed words and now he's rolling the two of you over and pulling out to cum right on your stomach before he leans down to catch your lips.
+ a/n: i actually cannot write anything long rn so until i can get smc part 3 out enjoy my random short drabbles <3 as always, 18+, minors get the fuck <3
mikey is needy, greedy lover.
he doesn't know the meaning of the word ascetic. he doesn't know how to be selfless. he's selfish; he takes it all. he wants it all. he doesn't stop until he has your all.
he's overwhelming at times, all emotion he normally keeps buried behind dark eyes suddenly seeping out like ink into your soul. he's a different mind behind closed doors, locked and secluded into the solitary of your confinement. here he sheds all sense of self; he's no longer the invincible mikey. right now he's manjiro, the purest, raw, unrefined version of himself.
"give me one more, baby."
he showers you in compliments for his own glory. gives only to receive, his repayment in the tone in which you gasp out his name. mikey is inundating, immersive. he strives for his lover to be submerged in him, forcing you to receive all of him. most ran from the man after finding out just how intense he was, but there was something different about you. maybe you were just as needy and greedy as he was. maybe you were intemperate, maybe you just liked biting off more than you can chew.
"mikey!"
he lived for your voice. adored the way the tones and breaks fluctuated depending on the drag and force of his hips into yours. he orchestrated your moans like a conductor, pulls making your voice drag, pushes making it pitch. beats and pauses of skin against skin served your metronome, the pounding in your ears your baseline. sex with mikey was like a song that you left on loop for far too long and never could bring yourself to turn off.
"i know, i know."
his voice in your ear is almost too much, deep pitch mixed with breaks of whines into your neck causing your core to tighten taut around him. he swears, two shaky fingers slipping down to pinch and rub at your puffy clit. he doesn't talk much, but his words are pointed when he does, his commanding nature always showing through, even with you. he knows by the way your nails sink into his back, by the way your body moves like a doll as he slams down and grinds into that gummy spot, hilt barely moving from yours as his cock is engulfed full. he knows by the way you go quiet, eyes clamped shut, breath lodged in the back of your throat, fat of your bottom lip quivering uncontrollably.
"cum for me."
it's not a request, it's a demand. a demand that sought to be fulfilled, a command that left no room for refusal or rebuttal. he directed you, and you listened like you were trained. your body locked up beneath him, fat of your thighs pressed soft against his slim waist. doughy walls sucked him in deep and contracted tight until he could barely move, not that he was particularly focused on it. he was far more enthralled with the way you pulsed, the way your already wet cunt got even wetter, creaming treacle around him until it peeked, leaking against the soft cropped tufts of hair at his groin.
"mi-key,"
"atta girl."
it was never enough. he got a taste, a feel, and he was ready for more. his hips pulled and bullied back into your spasming walls as soon as you allowed him, viscid sounds mixed with the soft slaps and patter of his skin against yours. his fingers pulled up, coated over in your desire, and he pushed them between soft pink lips. your syrupy taste spread across his tongue and his lids fluttered, low moan erupting in the crook of his throat. you could nearly recite the next words to come from the man's mouth. you'd heard them far too many times before.
"gonna make you do that again for me, pretty girl. want you to cum until i tell you to stop."
- he’s taken back at first, even a little flustered
- though he can’t deny the obvious strain against the front of his sweatpants
- all it takes for him to go feral is a small cry of his name slipping past your lips as you bury your fingers even deeper into yourself
- he’s immediately making you aware of his presence with a low growl, barely giving you any time to shriek and pull back the sheets from embarrassment as he strides over to the bed
because i physically cannot stop thinking about sucking Mikey off after a fight.
it wasn't a big fight, the reason he's panting is unrelated to the two bruises forming on his cheekbone as he hangs on to the handlebars of his motorcycle.
his leather jacket does its very best to soften the harsh concrete against your skin as you kneel before him. you simply can't wait to get home.
his giggle as you undo his pants is partly from the coursing adrenaline and partly from the sudden blood rush to his nether regions.
with a single arm wave, he signals for Draken to lead the gang out the other parking lot exit just as you wrap your hand around his already throbbing cock.
the motorcycle roars drown his shameless moan as you slide him into your mouth in one single gulp, your tongue sliding out of your mouth to make him fit. you moan, equally satisfied as you begin sucking him, sliding back and forth slowly, your throat making obscene sounds as it tries swallowing him whole.
your eyes take in the sight of Mikey's legs trembling for the first time all night and you feel your panties stick to your leaking pussy in response.
only you can make him feel this way.
so vulnerable and at your mercy as you keep bobbing your head, nose pressing to his navel every single time, rhythmic gags echoing in the empty parking lot along with his soft moans.
with his endurance all but spent on the fight it's not long before he's coating your pink tongue with his cream. you lovingly swallow every last drop he gives you, only grateful you get to have him safe and sound one more night.
he takes both of your hands in his helping you off the ground before pulling you in for a sticky and very sloppy kiss.
he pulls away wearing a smirk as he stares at your plump lips, his thumb gently wiping the residue on your bottom lip before shoving it in your mouth.
warning(s): non descriptive fighting scenes, not proofread properly oops
wc: 1.0k
summary: when mikey had proposed a bet to you a while ago, you stupidly agreed despite knowing you had no chance of winning, and now you have to grant his 3 wishes while putting your reputation on the line.
reblogs are highly appreciated! and as always, happy reading <3
You are well aware that your boyfriend, Sano Manjiro, is inherently evil.
So only the heavens know why you agreed when he proposed a bet to you last week. And the bet was ‘whoever finishes the insanely tall glass of chocolate parfait first wins and can get the loser to grant their 3 wishes for them’. It was a match with such an obvious outcome, you should have known that your boyfriend and his sweet tooth would win, but you were blinded by the hope that you can get the all mighty Mikey to do some ridiculous stuff and embarrass him. You hadn’t even registered that he would command you to do so much worse.
And he did indeed win. His excalamation of victory caught the attention of the other patrons in the store as they stared at him and his chocolate covered cheeks in bewilderment. You, however, find it hard to share his excitement. And it's even harder now, a week later, as you are standing on the rooftop of a random building with the moon glaring at you from above, witnessing a fight between Toman and some other gang that you can’t bother to remember the name of like it was some movie and you were granted a VIP seat.
Why were you there? You so badly wanted to ask that to yourself, if it isn’t for the fact that this was your boyfriend’s first wish. Yes, as ridiculous as it sounds he did ask you to do that, and it confused you too when you first heard it.
When he uttered his second wish, which was for you to wear his signature Toman jacket, you still hadn’t caught on. The wish was relatively innocent and very easy to carry out, so you suspected nothing.
But his third wish?
Yeah, you would save yourself the embarrassment by not remembering what it was. Besides, You're going to be the one fulfilling it so you don't see why you should repeat it to yourself in your brain and in turn hate yourself even more.
In the battlefield, your boyfriend remains unscathed, even as he has faced more opponents compared to his other gang members. He looks annoyingly attractive. He’s like the main character, even amidst all the gang members who are fairly taller than him. He is dripping with dominance, so much so that no one would dare question why he was the leader of Toman.
His foot comes in contact with the last standing member of the opposite gang with force, knocking him down to the ground and ultimately rendering him unconscious, and ultimately indicating Toman’s victory. Draken’s loud voice announces their success into the night, accompanied by the cheers of triumph from everyone else who still has the energy to cheer with the gang. Oh how you wish you could share the elation.
You pray to the heavens that Mikey has somehow forgotten about the bet, that he is currently too high off of winning that he doesn’t remember. But, as he cranes his neck up into the sky, his blond hair flowing in different directions as he basks in the chilly night air, he closes his eyes momentarily, before he glances directly at you, his victorious smile turning devilish and knowing in mere seconds, you know that isn’t the case.
A curse is uttered under your breath, glaring daggers at him as your grip on his jacket tightens as a heat of shame creeps up onto the top of your cheekbones. You take deep breaths as preparation, in an attempt to calm your heart, beating at an abnormal pace.
Once you deem that you’ve braced yourself enough and gathered enough courage, you step closer to the railings near the edge. Placing your hands beside your mouth, you form a triangle around your mouth as a poor attempt of containing your voice. You take one last deep breath, opening up all your vocal chords before—
“Sano Manjiro!”
In an instant, the attention from the people below zooms to focus solely on you, countless eyes staring up at your form with clear evidence of confusion in their faces as they start murmuring in perplexity at the sudden interjection. Mikey, however, stays relaxed, hands in his pockets as a sign of his composure, his black eyes staring expectantly at you. You take another heavy inhale.
“I love you!”
The previously distant chants of puzzlement fade into awkward silence, and you wish to the gods for the ground to swallow you whole right now, covering your face with the long sleeves of his jacket. your cheeks feel like they are going to explode with warmth and you are rapidly sinking down to a squat due to the exhaustion that is caused by all the embarrassment you are experiencing.
“y/n!”
Mikey’s call of your name, just as loud as your voice, startles you during your state of fluster, and you slightly lower down your hands, straightening your legs again to stand up properly as you take a glimpse at him. His lips are curved into a triumphant and cheeky smile, eyes shutting closed with the wideness of it. It was hard to miss the bashful undertones of it, especially with the light dusting of fuschia coating the pale skin of his cheeks.
By now, some of his members have caught up to the situation. Even with the distance, you could see Draken sighing at his captain’s shenanigans yet again, Mitsuya is shaking his head, although a smile is noticeable on his face. Baji, along with a few others, are letting out teasing whistles and howls and it only serves to fluster you even more.
You raise a brow at your boyfriend when you see his eyes open again, satisfaction clouding them. You couldn't hear the words he muttered out from the distance, but can very clearly read the obvious movements of his mouth, uttering words that only serve to make the howlers of the Toman members louder and heating you up to the tip of your ears.
“I love you, too.”
You are most definitely sure you’re not going to hear the end of this.
hakkai furrowed his eyebrows, trying his best to focus on keeping his hips steady. you were squeezing around him so tightly, and the way your face contorted while you tried to fit him inside of you- fuck, it was so perfect.
hakkai is big, really big — too big, especially since it was your first time; both of you knew this. but something about it turned hakkai on. he didn’t want to hurt you, but the thought of tears gliding down your pretty cheeks while he rutted into you — the sound of you begging him to slow down because he was too big filling the room, was clouding his mind.
“hakkai i-it won’t fit” you whined; you barely fit the tip inside you. he moved his hands to your waist, squeezing them softly before locking eyes with you. “do you trust me” you nodded, wrapping your hands around your boyfriend’s neck.
it felt like your insides were being ripped open. as soon as you nodded your head hakkai slammed himself into you, his patience had run out; he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he needed you.
he was moving fast, not giving you a single second to adjust to his length. quiet “it’ll feel good soon, i promise” filled your ears, over and over again, like a chant.
it hurt. it hurt really bad, but just as he said, it was slowly starting to feel better. the pain turning into pleasure with every snap of his waist.
“you’re making a mess all over me it feels good, yeah?” hakkai’s eyes were glued on his dick, and your juices that were dripping from it. you let out a whine, you didn’t know how to describe the feeling. it was weird, you’ve never felt anything like it, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. the feeling made your head go blank and your eyes roll back.
“so fucking tight, such a good girl, baby”
you didn’t want it to stop; you loved it- the feeling of his dick stretching you out, the veins of his length dragging across your walls with every thrust. “feels good” you muttered in between moans against his neck. hakkai grunted at the feeling of your tears against his skin, quickening his pace. an unfamiliar feeling was growing inside you. it was an indescribable feeling that made you lose yourself.
“m’ gonna cum- shit” hakkai lifted you off of him as fast as he could before tugging at his cock. after a few seconds, a warm white liquid sprayed onto your stomach. hakkai’s head fell back. you watched his chest rise and lower as he tried to calm himself
you grabbed his length, lining yourself up with his tip once more. his big hands grabbed your waist, stopping you.
“what are you doing?”
“i wanna go again ... and it’s still up” you pouted.
