⋮ ⌗ ┆no.1 izuku lover ,, aroace & genderfluid ,, I’m 18, My favorite color is blue (if you haven’t noticed yet…), I don’t mind people sending me non-fanfic related asks, and i would also love it for my followers to interact with me more! I promise i dont bite •x• ,, i’m canadian & moroccan ,, i’m the #1 the 1975 , izuku , phoebe bridgers, cavetown & astronomy enthusiast
(´﹃｀) More about my blog/my rules!
⋮ ⌗ ┆what i will write for; non-explicit nor extreme gore, angst, fluff, crack, smut, etc
⋮ ⌗ ┆what i will NOT write for; certain kinks/fetishes(foot fetishes, scat kinks, ect.), incest, large size/age gaps, non-adult characters/characters that don’t have a canon adult timeskip, dubcon/noncon
⋮ ⌗ ┆im a multishipper, so you can send asks for any ship(ofc except proships.) though i am biased to bachisagi/rinsagi, hiosu(karasu x hiori), tabiota(karasu x otoya), nagireo(i don’t see nagi/reo getting with any1 else tbh.), and ofc kainess when talking about blue lock ,, and i slightly dislike izuocha / bakudeku since i pretty much dont like any ships revolving izuku ..~.~
⋮ ⌗ ┆ if you’re gonna ask to be an anon (example: nagireo/nagi anon), you’ll have to either dm me about it or do it thru an ask! While I’m mainly a blue lock x reader account(turning into an mha/jjk x reader account), i also take in other fandom/emoji/oc anons (ex. Sakura haruka anon, ⛲️ anon, [oc name] anon).
⋮ ⌗ ┆fandoms/animes/movies/ect i’ll write for: blue lock, demon slayer, windbreaker, jujutsu kaisen, saiki k, kpop demon hunters, the apothecary diaries, my hero academia, alien stage, and much more ... !
⋮ ⌗ ┆fandoms/Animes/movies/ect i WONT write for: Aot (for the simple reason that i don’t think i’ll be able to characterize ANY of them well, especially levi. I have to rewatch aot for this. May change in the future.) oshi no ko (incest.) my little sister can’t be this cute (self-explanatory.) etc
⋮ ⌗ ┆big ps: I am STRICTLY against the overall use of ai/ai in general. If you use ai, please kindly block my blog. Ty!
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𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ A/N: i made this at midnight instead of sleeping ,, please excuse and ignore any imperfections or typos ,,, i was listening to an angst playlist while writing this so i was FEELING IT
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ contents/warnings: angst, this is disgustingly self indulgent, might be ooc, forbidden love sorta, “right person not enough time” type of shit, oneshot (a prequel is plausible but highly unlikely), reader is YEARNING, bittersweet(?) ending
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ wc: 5.1k
you and loki always had a complicated history. From the moment your eyes had connected to one another, your souls intertwined and attached, to the moment the two of you had to say your goodbyes.
you had always been a sweet person. Despite being in a psychologically demanding and unstable project like blue lock, you still hadn’t lost yourself. Not outside the field, atleast.
and with all of that, you were still an insanely skilled player. Your fire burned and engulfed any hope for the opposing team, with your almost superhuman ability to foresee what has not happened, alongside your impressive weapon of being able to adapt to your teammates skill level, becoming the perfect catalyst for successful duo attacks.
you had always been a good match to your fortunate teammates. That was something loki always liked about you. With his god like speed, it was hard to ever keep up with him. He always ran farther than everyone else, leaving them in the dust, his mannerisms and demeanor as beautifully displayed as he always was.
You had never thought that, one day, he’d have ran so far, he’d leave even you in his shadow. Never thought that you’d be stuck looking at his back, stuck wondering whether he’d ever look back at you again.
you forced yourself out of your endless stream of thoughts as you heard one of your teammates call out your name. It was almost funny, you had thought it would’ve been loki to yell out that name. Yeah, It would’ve been amusing, had it not been excruciating.
“dude, are ya okay?” karasu chirped, his gaze slightly jumping from your other confused teammates to then back to you.
“pull yourself together, [name].” you had thought to yourself, your smile as fake and yet as reassuring as your words,
“hm? oh yeah- haha, sorry! that’s my bad, man. Ugh, i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t hungry as shit, tho.” you said, your voice full of confidence and energy, that relaxed the people you called your friends. They laughed, their laughter like knives seeping into your skin and intoxicating your blood.
it should have been loki who was laughing with you. He for sure wouldn’t have been, his sharp eyes stilling and calculating, observing your behavior with an intimacy so deep it felt raw, catching onto your specious behavior almost immediately.
he would’ve opened his mouth with such sharpness it almost would’ve disguised itself as gentle, his words as beautifully spoken and articulated as he was,
“your words are as fake as your actions, [name]. If you do not wish to speak, that is fine. Be that as it may, i do wish for you to tell me.” he would’ve said, words as honeyed and sweet as he was, his voice-
“[name]? ya sure yer fine? Yer really out of it. Wanna sit this practice out?” karasu had interrupted your internal dialogue yet again, his voice even more pressing than they once were. You felt agitated, wishing to spend even one more second with the now fleeting image of someone you once thought of as your beloved.
The façade you constantly put on yourself almost slipped away, your first thought being to tell him to depart your personal space immediately. You constrained yourself, a deceiving smile drowning your hesitation, the words coming out of your mouth as disgustingly artifice as the next,
“would that be alright? ‘m feeling a bit dizzy, haha! guess i really should get something in my system, huh?” you exclaimed, your voice as soft and convincing as your words, which earned you a solicitous shared look between karasu and nanase. You could read their faces like it were yours, their thoughts like it were flowing through *your* mind.
“yes- yes, definitely! go, go! ya need to take care of yourself more, y’know? We’re really close to our match against france, and we wouldn’t want our top midfielder hurling over mid game against france!” nanase rambled, his words reassuring yet as puncturing and dreadful as reality.
you had almost forgotten. So wrapped up and tangled around your own heart, you had let slipped between the threads knotted between it that you were close to seeing loki again. To hear his sweet words, to see the honey colored eyes you had grown to love too much, to feel his overwhelmingly satisfactory presence yet again.
it brought back poignant memories. The very specific smell he elicited, which you’d be able to differentiate from even the same cologne he wore. It simply smelled different when he wore it, as if it became his, merging with his skin and arousing it with a scent so specific it was hard to miss. Julian loki had always been hard to miss.
his presence always made known in every room he strides into, demeanor nonchalant nevertheless confident. Calculating eyes swarming and intimidating, he had always been as fascinating as he was overawing.
Your legs forced themselves into movement, your swift and steady motion fooling anyone who thought you were driving yourself into an unending tornado of thoughts into redirecting it to assuming you were merely enervated.
if loki had been here, he wouldn’t have been fooled. He would’ve seen through the movement, and right into your mind, his eyes sharp and intense. He would’ve intercepted your thoughts, untangling them as he was taking care of you, making sure each knot was undone as carefully as the last, his speech anodyne, eyes carefully undressing your pent up feelings, just like he had done time and time again, his hands soothing and warm, glowing just as brightly and congenial as he did.
you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding as you finally let go of the pedestal you constantly put yourself on, letting yourself exist as you were while your fists dug into themselves. You dragged a hand across your face as your body had enmeshed itself with your state of mind, completely giving up on itself as you forced yourself up against a wall, sliding down and trying to hold yourself together, the pins you were using to hold your endless ocean of threads wrapped around your feelings slowly losing their strength.
you stared ahead, your legs rendered as useless as your thoughts. All that surrounded your consciousness was loki. How he would’ve reacted. How he would’ve helped, or handled you. How he would’ve touched your hard chest, or how he would’ve taken your mind into another realm devoid of all thoughts, allowing your beings to clash and merge, slowly becoming one, just as your souls had, implicated together, destined to meet, yet also ineluctably, inexorably and inescapably bound to walk your separate ways, the knots and strings and unspoken thoughts falling back into each other the more the two of you drove apart from one another.
Both inexplicably and undeniably each others, yet unable to allow yourselves to marinate in it. You forced yourself back into your feet, shaking away any remaining thoughts of you and loki away, before you had been drowned by guilt immediately after. How dare you try and forget your beloved, somebody who had such a massive impact on you and your life, who permanently changed the entire course of your life simply by being present in it?
how dare you try to set aside the thought of your sun? you’d had almost forgotten the transitory frustration that you had held just moments before, now choking on your own guilt. You almost felt stupid for feeling grateful, feeling yourself missing the feeling of being overwhelmed by your thoughts, before abruptly reminding yourself of the dreadful reality that loki wasn’t here to help you out of it this time.
what you had truly missed was not the engulfing sensation of the words and bitter memories that completely flooded your inner rumination, but the soothing words that loki would’ve drifted into your mind, letting them seep in and calm your soul to the sound of his. The soft tap of his fingers against your hand, his demeanor calming and gentle, it was as if his soul existed to comfort yours, and yours had existed to be held by his.
you let out a groan as your body forced itself to move, clouded by your thoughts and emotions. It was as if the two of them had come together and merged, just as you and loki once did. You were at the pinnacle of misery, completely stuck in your head, resonating within your soul, too far from the one you had entangled yourself with to let yourself live like you once had.
you’d finally gotten yourself into a place where your body could rest, where you were now only left with your mess of a mind. Too deep into your feelings, you had simply allowed your daydreams and memories to unfold, each bittersweet and painfully adoring. Like the memory of his the softness of his lips when it connected itself to yours, or how unraveled he had seemed afterwards, as if he needed more of you, his nonchalant expression turning itself into one of need.
Or the one where you’d walk into his neo egoist league coach office, provided by ego, where you distinctly remember the scent. Woody and cold, had it been. You walked into it blind and unknowing, only having done so due to a bet flamed up by none other than charles. Yet, you had found yourself enjoying your time you spent alongside him, speaking to loki and conversing as if the two of you had always known each other. You had helped him with updating the players stats, pointing out the areas they needed to work on. His eyes staring at yours, and all he could find himself thinking about was how beautifully soothing and satisfying your voice was. He wished for you to speak more.
It had been quite an astonishing experience for him to have that thought enter his mind, as he had never even entertained the idea of thinking such things about somebody else. Much less somebody like you, always performing and putting yourself on a pedestal. He had noticed the minute he had laid his eyes on you, how you always forced the sweetest words you could muster from
your limited vocabulary. At the time, he had found it strange how different it seemed when you spoke to him. It was like those sweet words he grew to be distasteful of made an abrupt turn and tangled themselves in his heart, hearing how honest they seemed when they were directed at him, how easily they seemed to flow out of your mouth, like an endless stream of honey-laced words.
He had always thought of you as somebody who faked who they were, making themselves out to be sweet in order for conversations to smooth easier, in order for confrontations to never happen, yet that never seemed to have occur around him. When it came to him, you were authentic, and he could tell that the gentle speech you used was from the heart, not something you had fabricated seconds before in order to keep your image intact.
or the memory you had of the first kiss the two of you shared. Alone in his office, you were simply having a conversation, whom had slowly turned itself into a comfortable silence, his golden eyes staring words into your mind, as if your souls had reached out to each other in that moment and exchanged a part of themselves. Slowly yet softly, his hand came up to touch your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a sorry attempt to hold himself back.
The moment you had melted into his touch, however, was the moment all remaining composure and restraint he had had completely left his system. He pulled you in, pausing right at your lips, letting you feel his soft breath against them, albeit, shortly afterwards he gave up the teasing and merged your lips together, slightly tilting his face in order to do so. The moment you had tasted him, and he had tasted you, it was as if the two of you were glued together. You tasted faintly of strawberry, sweet and addicting. He, on the other hand, had you pick up a taste of fresh mint. He pushed you further against the couch the two of you were sitting on, his hand starting to wander.
you suddenly forced that memory out. It was too much, too deeply embedded into your being for you to relive yet again without having to survive the inevitable nostalgia and bittersweetness that drowned everything else out shortly after. You let out a shaky breath as you allowed yourself to close your eyes, trying and failing to not reminisce on who you once were, slowly falling into a state of unconsciousness, letting your need for sleep take over as your thoughts clashed and bruised, louder than you could handle.
you had been woken up by a familiar voice. For a second, you had thought it was him - and opened your eyes so quickly, still having been heavy with sleep, they closed every few second before you forced them fully awake, just to be sourly mistaken with the unfortunate sight of seeing nanase. You had felt almost angry at yourself for daring to let the thought even cross your mind, not registering the sound of the dark haired boy’s words, as you suddenly got snapped back to reality and started taking them into account.
“hey? [name]? you okay? Anyways, i was just waking you up since it’s time for breakfast. cmon, up!” he chirped, making the hand movement which suggested getting up.
You yawned, slowly forcing yourself out of bed as you breathed out a sarcastic, “yes, mom.”, a giggle involuntarily escaping you, which earned a laugh from nanase at yourself antics, whatever leftover worry from the other day completely dissipated.
The two of you rushed to the cafeteria, where you had taken your food anticipatedly, barely being able to wait as you took a bite the minute it came within your vicinity. Yet, you couldn’t truly enjoy it. Every so often, your mind drifted to this morning, and how much you had wished it was loki who had woken you up, his soft hands gently shaking you awake, the first thing you register being his honey-laced voice coaxing you awake as delicately as he could manage, as that was what he had learned from the many times he had been around you, treating you with such tenderness, as if you were the most precious thing in his possession.
lokis pov
he let out a sigh as he sat down on the field after training, letting the bone-deep exhaustion settle into him. He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander and start thinking about how you’d have massaged his sore spots, a genuine smile on your face as he allowed himself to finally relax around another being that is not himself for once. Carrying such big responsibilities on his shoulders constantly, he truly sees himself in you.
he was distastefully disrupted from his reminiscing as a familiar voice chimed in, far too childish and annoying to be yours, giggling, “ohhhhh~ loki’s deep in thought! is it about his precious [name], i wonder?” charles excitedly and mischievously let out, fully expecting the nasty glare that was shot at him.
loki let out another sigh, but this time it shook. He had missed you. Missed the way your light shone itself into the fundamental pavement of his days, forever changing his opinion on love entirely. Missed how you’d woven yourself into every aspect of his life, and yet he hated how you did just the same. He hated thinking about you while he was eating, wishing you were eating alongside him.
Hated thinking about how you’d touch him while he was massaging his shoulder. Hated thinking about how you’d have send him the perfect pass when he received a sloppy one from his teammate. He hated it for the sole reason that the knew it was something that he could no longer expect, something he longed to experience with the excruciating knowledge that it’d never come back.
all he could do was sit there in his own thoughts, drowning in the words he had not spoken, choking on the thoughts that were merely communicated through your eyes. God, your eyes. They were the most beautiful things he’d ever laid eyes on, always searching for him, just like he did you. As if the two of you were so deeply imbedded into one another, your souls naturally drove each other back together.
he both was impatient for the fateful day where he’d see you again, and also dreadful of it. How would you react seeing him? would you still look at him with the same ambition and devotion you once did? would you ignore him, having somebody new who you’d woven into your being? Would you look for him, and then start regretting having ever met him?
he snapped himself out of those thoughts. No, you’re you. You wouldn’t- couldn’t have changed. Surely, you’d still look at him with such adoration glinting in your eyes. You’d play against him with the same passion and determination you once did. He groaned, getting up and striding past charles, his thoughts constantly moving and clouding themselves in his mind. It was as if from the moment the two of you had shared that first look in the beginning of the neo egoist league, your fates were sealed. From the first time your eyes had glanced and stopped at each other, it was like his name was temporarily written next to yours in the scripture of destiny.
He had never been the type to believe in superstitions such as souls or anything of the sort, however, that was one of the many things that changed when he had met you. It was as if his soul was tugging at him, bringing the two of you closer and closer everytime it did. It was as if his soul was lost in a realm devoid of all emotions and thoughts when he did not have you around. He missed you more than any words could ever express, missed you more than language could comprehend. It was as if you’d taken a look at his extraordinary life, and had decided to tie yourself to everything he ever did.
He had truly never realized how many things the two of you had done together until you were gone. he had always shared his melas with you, gotten used to your passes during training, gotten too familiar with the way you press your back against his chest when the two of you are showering together. His teeth seeped into your skin, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark. You squealed, jumping slightly from the sudden pain.
you stared at him with a blank expression before he burst out laughing, gently pulling you closer to him as he kissed you in place of a proper apology, your hand traveling to grasp at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist, as if they had known exactly where you needed them, as if the two of you had seen each other completely, seen through all of what you are to join together and make a new ‘you’.
He let out a huff as he settled down on a seat, the thoughts relentless and aggressive. The polar opposite of you, truly. You had always been a sweet person, and maybe that was how you’d gotten yourself so deeply involved with him. He had no idea how you’d managed to get through to him this hard, him - someone who considers himself a cold, unrelenting force when it comes to having people he actually accepts as close to him. Being constantly put on a pedestal by him and others, having an entire countries hopes and expectations put on his shoulders - it was heavy. And yet, when he was around you, none of that existed anymore. It was just the two of you, existing as one being.
you squinted your eyes as the light of the stadium hit your eyes. Your heart was beating so quickly, it was almost laughable. You walked into the field, being welcome into a stadium full of people. People full of ambitions and expectations. Immediately, you had felt a pressure so strong it almost made you turn around right then and there. But before you got fully temped in doing so, you had caught a glimpse of your beloved; his golden eyes and overawing presence that you had grown to love, julian loki. Your eyes locked onto him, as if they couldn’t help but immediately seal themselves onto him.
You wanted to slap yourself for allowing thoughts like that to even enter your state of mind. You needed to concentrate on the game, not loki. However, it’d be an understatement to say that the feeling of his gaze following you wherever you went wasn’t an indescribable pleasure. You’d wished for him to look at you, for your souls to come clashing again, to fully absorb one another and get lost in each other’s presence so deeply you could barely tell which one was who. Devoid of identity and thoughts, simply existing as two organisms in a quiet space envisioned solely for the two of you.
such an intimate and precious thing, the two of you had once been. You wished you could go back. You wished, deeply, for the times where the two of you could laugh together. Where the two of you held each other, with no care or concern for the outside world’s expectations. A place where the two of you could wove each other deeper into one another, a realm that is shed bare and designed solely for the environment that you two’ll create for each other.
you let out a sigh, trying to empty your head as you got into your position. You looked around, trying to avoid looking at loki as best as you could, however to no avail, as you couldn’t resist the temptation to steak a glance, that turned into a staring match between the two of you. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your face, where loki smiled back.
In that moment, only the two of you existed. The cheers from the other side of the stadium were muted, including the noises of your teammates speaking to each other. You couldn’t care less, truly. You wanted to reach out to him, to touch his soft skin again, to feel his hands run down your body while his soft golden eyes admired you with such tenderness it felt comical. To think that you’d render *the* julian loki into a lovesick boy, finally feeling like he was his age.
you two stared at each other, feeling each others gaze soak into your minds and intoxicating yourselves of all rational thoughts. In that moment, the same thought had come into your state of being; the plea for the two of you to come back. For him to come back to you. For you to come back to you. For the two of you to lace each other in your love, finally being together once again.
you stared at the number of defeat ahead of you. Blue lock had lost the match. Much distastefully, you had lost 4-2. You sighed, already starting to try and distract yourself with something else, like reassuring your teammates. Despite that, all that truly shot through your head and intoxicating yourselves your consciousness was how badly you wanted to see loki. How badly you wanted to reach out onto your own feelings and knot yourself further so that he’d feel more inclined to fix you, to take care of you with the gentleness he carried when he touched you, to be able to look at your state of being and instead of being repulsed, he is drawn in.
you sighed as you walked into the hallway, before you abruptly stopped yourself as you instantly registered the voice of the boy who had just called out your name. “[name]! just wait, could you?” he let out, catching up to you and having an unreadable expression on his face. You wanted to completely break down, to have him hold you and kiss your worries away, for him to pull you into him and make you melt against him. But you held yourself back, finally speaking again.
“oh- hi, julian.” you settled on saying, unsure of what to ask or what to tell him. Your eyes connected to his, intense and unsure. He paused, completely mesmerized by you. You’d always been such a sight to behold, and even now, after all this time. He reached out to you, his fingers itching to be touched by yours. To feel your warmth, to feel your being rest against his, to have his entire body and heart devoted solely to you. He then abruptly jerked his hand back, memories of you flooding his mind.
“hi, [name]. How’ve you been?” he had finally spoken. You froze, his sweet voice finally entering your ears as you registered how beautiful it was. You had almost forgotten, in the time it had been, just how soothing and comfortable it was. It had been as if no time spilled between the two of you, as if there was still a ‘you’ in the first place. You wanted to give yourself up, to completely let yourself be overwhelmed with his love, to allow him to get too close to you yet again.
“i’m- good, yeah.. um, good.” you had etched out of your throat, the words spilling out of you as if they had been predetermined. You couldn’t stop the next sentence you had spoken, letting your true feelings seep through the words you couldn’t swallow,
“i’ve just been.. missing you, i guess.” you had said, your hand reaching to the back of your neck in a sorry attempt at calming yourself down. He almost felt agitated at the fact that he ever even considered letting go of you - irritated at himself for ever entertaining the idea, for as he was looking at you now, all he could see is all he ever wanted. He stared at you, at the way your mannerisms and attitude never left you.
the one he grew to love to death, the one that he’d find himself seeking out, despite once being annoyed by it. He had truly expected anything but this. To think that somebody like you would become so deeply imbedded into his identity to the point where you cannot have ‘him’ if it does not include you. To think you carved your name so deeply in the cycle of his life that even the concept of not meeting you seemed outrageous, comical even. He wanted to reach out you, and to feel what you are feeling. He wants to seek out and to find. He needs to feel you against him once again.
“i missed you too.”, he had finally spoken through the thoughts he couldn’t gulp down. Through the words he couldn’t get himself to choke on, letting them spill one after another, as if there were nowhere for them to go except for into your mind. You smiled at him, and it had almost killed him. Something as perfect and beautiful as you couldn’t possibly exist, he had found himself thinking time and time again. The more you moved, the more he seemed to crave you. Every breath you drew served as fuel to the fire. He wanted to engulf you in his being, to touch your messy feelings, to have them completely out in the open and slowly taken care of by him. He wants to accept you whole, to have you show your real unfiltered self to him.
“guess that makes the two of us, huh?” you finally said, walking closer to him. You wanted to jump on him, to coax him into coming back to you, to let him completely forget who he was and immerse himself in you. You gestured to the side, making it known that you were about to sit down against the wall. Which you did, feeling your back slide against it as you looked back up at him. He laughed, a rare smile creeping itself onto his face as he scooted himself over to your side, sitting right next to you.
the two of you did not speak. Rather, you let your thoughts go rampage in your minds, as if the flow of your words couldn’t get themselves out of your mouths. You remained silent, wishing to relish in his presence for even a second longer. To have his propinquity overwhelm you for even a few more fleeting moments. You wished to let your heart merge with his, to have your mind devoid of any remaining worries and emotions. To only being able to acknowledge him.
you let your exhaustion be shown, resting your head against his shoulder. He looked down at you, his heart beating irrationally quickly. He had never thought he’d ever find himself in such a perplexing situation. He’d always thought of himself as ‘better’ than that, as if he’d been too far up on his own exaltation to even consider letting somebody share it with him. In the last fleeting moments the two of you had shared, just feeling yourself rest against him was enough. More than enough.
you wished to stay here forever. To let him take you somewhere where time did not pass, where the two of you could exist as one for the rest of eternity. You wished to never have to face the outside world again. Simply being with him was enough to satisfy your soul. The sole thing your soul had ever desired was him. Everything about him had always so polished and perfect, it was hard to even imagine that you’d ever break away from him. As if your quintessence has had always meant to be together, as if the two of you simply could not go back to exist as simply each other after you had met. Too deeply entangled together, and too deeply knotted.
for now, however, you just needed him. Needed him to stay with you, to let you feel his warmth just a little longer.
It was all you wanted. He was all you wanted. Whether that be in the past, present or future: that truth will never change. Your souls will keep craving and desiring each other, yearning to be by each other’s side, eternally. And maybe you’d grown to love that a bit too much.
Warnings: implied fem!reader once, breeding kink (even if it's not possible), predator prey, biting, slight exhibitonism and masochism
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
The absolute sweetest. He will fuss the moment he sees bruises. Always has water next to the bed, puts lotion on any possible bruises. Treats you like royalty. Will occasionally place sweet kisses to your skin while he holds you close.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
The side of your neck and your eyes. If you wear any type of jewellery his eyes will always be drawn to how they lay against your skin.
On himself his eyes - ever changing - and the top of his head (because his sister would always pat it)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Anywhere you ask him to, but he loves seeing his cum on your skin. But when babyfever starts to kick in he won't cum anywhere but inside - whether a pregnancy is possible or not.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I think he tends to be more dominant - but he's 100% a switch. Definitely okay with pegging
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very. He might have had sex once or twice before, but it wasn't anything serious. Before you, he didn't care for anyone but Yor.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and Mating press. He loves looking into your eyes and seeing your face when you have sex (especially when you cum). He also has a bit of a breeding kink.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not overly so, but it's not always 100% serious. Pretty much 50/50 split. Sometimes there is cute laughter and sweet teasing, other times it's intense and hot or intimate
H = Habits (do they have any habits before, during or after the moment?)
He will get even more clingy to slowly ease you into it. However, sometimes he comes home pent up from work or jealousy and needs an 💕outlet💕
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
It's always intimate, whether it's serious, with some laughter or intense. There are always sweet touches and eye contact.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He did sometimes before meeting you. Now, if he's on a trip, pretty much every night. He will call you, whining to help him out with anything: pictures, videos and moans
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Anything as long as it doesn't hurt you. He might bite though
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
At home. Maybe he'll get frisky in a bathroom or an empty room away from a celebration. That's pretty much it
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You doting him, you smiling at him, you with children, you being obviously close with Yor, you being excited, you you you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Not really into impact play, cnc (predator/prey is okay depending on his mood though), weapons and anything to do with hurting you
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves receiving, but he looooooooves giving. No better feeling to him than making you happy and satisfied
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends. If he's angry it pretty much starts off fast and rough. Though even intimate sex usually ends with a faster pace
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If he's really needy it can happen. He prefers taking his time with you though. He thinks you deserve only the best
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
A bit, as mentioned before.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
As long as you want him to. He has no problem switching from fingering to oral to penetrative sex.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Depending on how long you want to go for, he will definitely use them too. Loves to use them to tease you as well.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not necessarily unfair, he usually does tease you a bit in the beginning though.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He whines. Please, he's so cute
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Sometimes, he fantasises about you looking condescendingly at him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Very slightly above average length and girth
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Now, with you, pretty high
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep as he simps over you laying peacefully in his arms
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆Summary: You’re a new 2nd year at jujutsu high - your technique is extremely strong, you’ve grown up around the elders of your clan and have an impeccable attitude - and then, you learned that one of your classmates is satoru gojo. THE guy who you’ve been compared to your whole life. Not only is there tension, but theres also jealousy. Is it mutual? you’re not sure.
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆Warnings/contents: cussing, reader is genderless, reader has no confirmed / said appearance but is implied to be tall, reader has no confirmed cursed technique but is implied to have a strong one / be strong overall, reader is implied aroace, reader is in a clan, reader has one sided beef with gojo, will add more as the story develops !! - fyi, “c/n” means clan name, this is INSANELY short, its only like 1.3k words guys
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆ A/N: omg.. kioko.. actually posting something ON TIME for once.. and meeting the release date..? GUYS… GUYS!!! THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING !!!! anyways… reblogs , likes & comments are soso appreciated !! thanks for reading guys🫰🏻🫰🏻
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆chapter 1 !
your eyes wandered around the platform as you walked around the kominka, the sound of the ancient floors creaking underneath your feet.
though you can’t exactly be bothered. Not when today was your first official day as a first year sorcerer. Especially after you heard that freaking gojo was going to be in the same class as you.
You never met the dude, but you’ve heard more than enough about him. Maybe you were being a bit judgmental, but honestly, who wouldn’t be?
you basically spent your whole entire life being surrounded by people who kept smooching up to the guy, not to mention constantly comparing you to him and just- ugh.
and it wasn’t much help that his powers were the definition of consummate. Though his personality was far from it, so that was one thing you could be smug about after years of constant comparison.
you sighed as you entered your messy room, which you had promised yourself you’d clean atleast 15 times these past two weeks. You’d been procrastinating on it for so long you might as well just not do it..
you shook the thoughts out of your head, feeling too tired to care. It was too early in the morning for this. Seriously, who woke up this early in the morning..? only people who genuinely enjoy torture, it seems..
your footsteps were somewhat silent as you stride in the direction of your seemingly endless closet. Your eyes wandered, before you finally caught sight of what you were looking for: your uniform.
you grumbled while getting ready, trying to get used to the texture of the new clothes you had gotten. With yet another sigh, you left the room and headed towards your new school.
you opened the door leading to the entrance, which was then leading towards the streets. It was blazing hot today, and you weren’t quite sure how you’d handle it, but you’d just have to.
you walked towards jujutsu high, hiding behind in the shade that the trees offered you. As you were walking, you looked past you to see a small ice cream vendor. As much as you wanted one, you couldn’t as you had no money on you since you’d left your card and cash in your room.
with a disappointed sigh, you continued on your way towards school before you finally started seeing the building.
once you had gotten there, you looked around to see no one, which was honestly quite the relief. You sat outside the entrance of the building, waiting until it was an appropriate time to enter whilst also hiding from the blaring hot sun.
you sat outside while waiting for classes to start, hiding in the shade that the building provided, shielding yourself from the scorching heat that the sun delivered whilst scrolling on your phone.
you groaned while looking at your phone. Everything was so freaking boring- seriously, how do people manage this every single day? maybe you shouldn’t have come this early..
you paused as you heard a noise coming from the left, and saw a tall dark haired guy with shinier looking hair than yours. He paused, looking around you before going,
“oh, you’re the new classmate, i’m assuming? You’re quite early, usually i get here first.” he said with a smile on his face, putting his phone aside as he looked at you up and down, as if scanning you as he put his hair up into a bun.
you let go of the tension in your shoulders you didn’t know you were holding before glancing at him and standing up, going, “oh, um, yes, that’d be correct. sorry, but, what’s your name?” you murmured, your eyes occasionally glancing at his hair every once in a while.
he chuckled before answering with a soft, “no need to apologize, my name is suguru geto. What about you?” he asked back, leaning his hand forward for a handshake.
you paused for a moment before taking his hand and shaking it, going, “great to make acquaintances with you, geto. I’m-“
you didn’t get to finish your sentence before hearing a whine coming from behind geto that sounded too familiar to ignore, a male voice going, “suguruuuu, you really are too fast for your own good, seriously, tone it downnnn! I mean, come on, who wants to be early on a monday morning?”
that moment is when it dawned upon you that the despicable being behind geto was satoru gojo.
not that you exactly HATED gojo, or maybe just a teeny tiny bit..? who wouldn’t when they got constantly compared to the guy every waking moment of their lives, honestly?
you were shot out of your daze when gojo exclaimed, “oh heyyy~! you’re the new student, right? Nice to meet you, i’m-“
you cut him off with a sharp, “satoru gojo, i know. I’m-“
you got cut off once again when another girl came in, she had like somewhat of a bob with brown hair and brown eyes. The moment she saw you, she went, “oh hey, you’re the new student, right? Your name was [name], or am i getting it wrong?”
you shook your head before murmuring, “no, that would be right. I’m from the c/n clan. Nice to make acquaintances with you all.”
gojo and shoko shared a look before geto continued with, “it’s fine, you don’t have to be so formal. We ARE classmates, after all.”
you paused before nodding, remembering and reminding yourself that you’re actually around people your age now, not some old hags who keep pestering you about everything.
“right, sorry. I’m just quite used to formal talk, you see.. uhm, anyways. What do you guys usually do at this time of the day?” you respond, looking at shoko.
you groaned as you ran for the 5th time today. You guys were supposed to investigate something in tokyo, and, of fucking course, gojo said that you guys would have a small little “detour” since he wanted to buy some sweets, which then turned into grocery shopping for a ton of sugary shit.
you looked around to see where shoko and geto went, and it seemed like they were waiting at the entrance of the store - as if they’d knew that this would evoke a sugar grocery rush from gojo the moment he declared he wanted to buy a sweet.
curse them for not warning you, now you had to suffer through having to chase gojo around like a hamster in a hamster wheel.
by the end of it, you were gasping for air, while gojo was sitting on a bench blissfully enjoying his fuckass kikufuku that you wouldn’t admit you wanted, and with geto and shoko looking for more info on the mission you guys were getting into.
“the mission takes place in an abandoned slaughterhouse that was rumored to have human remains in the meat they produced. After a shit ton of backlash, they decided to close it entirely. And today, it seems like a semi-grade 2 used it as their home.” shoko informed you before you nodded and replied, “thanks. If only a sweet eating buffoon didn’t start eating everything in sight, MAYBE we would’ve been done by now-“ you started, your nerves racking up and exploding before-
“HUHHHH?? who’s the sweet eating buffoon again?” gojo retorted, glaring at you while you glare at him back, groaning, “oh, gee, i don’t know. Do you see any other white haired 6’3 blue eyed bitch around here?”
“oh you-“ gojo started before geto interrupted with a, “guys, cut it out. Stop acting like children. we’re jujutsu sorcerers, and we have the responsibility of-“ geto began, before gojo cut him short with a deadpan, “yes yes, we have the responsibility to protect the weak, you sang it to me in every tone.”
geto sighed before shoko popped in with a, “okay so, we should definitely get going now.. unless we want to spend like an hour on the mission, that is.” her expression flat as she held a cigarette up to her mouth, starting to light it up.
you nodded in agreement as you grabbed your phone and tapped a few buttons, looking for the location of the building you guys were headed to. “it’s about 10 to 15 minutes away from here. Let’s hurry it up a bit, I don’t wanna spent all afternoon with this glutton.”
shoko and geto let out a long sigh as you and gojo glared at each other yet again. It’s like you guys just CANT GET ALONG.
well, they’ll just have to deal with it till you two eventually agree to disagree. with a groan from gojo, you guys started heading towards the abandoned building.
now that it was actually time to get there, you’re not gonna lie, you were a slightly bit scared.. this is your first time actually dealing with a curse, and you had no idea how to go about it- what the hell are you on about? of course you know how to go about it, you’ve been training for this for years! you’re gonna be just fine, you always have been, always will be!
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆Summary: You’re a new 2nd year at jujutsu high - your technique is extremely strong, you’ve grown up around the elders of your clan and have an impeccable attitude - and then, you learned that one of your classmates is satoru gojo. THE guy who you’ve been compared to your whole life. Not only is there tension, but theres also jealousy. Is it mutual? you’re not sure.
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆A/N: hey guys…! how’s life! anyways , this’ll become a serie (probs), ive lowkirkenuinely half-lost interest in bllk so i mighttttt switch over to like being jjk/mha centered ? i might make some occasional bllk posts tho, also ! ab my previous series(hnbkwis), i think i’m gonna discontinue it (i’m not sure tho, decision’s still being made) because ive lowkey lost the passion in it so yeah ! this post is like smth to remind me to keep on working on the 1st chapter of this !! hopefully i’ll be able to stay consistent but my audhd might make that difficult 💔
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆Warnings/contents: cussing, reader is genderless + no use of y/n, reader has no confirmed / said appearance but is implied to be tall, reader has no confirmed cursed technique but is implied to have a strong one / be strong overall, reader is implied aroace, reader is in a clan, reader has one sided beef with gojo, will add more as the story develops !! - fyi, “c/n” means clan name
reblogs & comments appreciated ! pls comment / dm to be on the taglist ! - release date irregular , will post chapters whenever i feel like it !
Why are you not re-blogging? You think the fandom is dead, that no one’s interacting anymore, no one’s doing anything, no one’s writing, no one’s posting. ‘Everyone was so hyperfixed on that character, Where is the writing?’
People are writing. People aren’t reblogging. People aren’t giving some good feedback to motivate the writers that are putting their hard work, time, effort into making this piece that you were reading.
‘oh, it’s just too much work. You don’t wanna click that button and then click a few tags.’ Then you’re gonna have to suffer and not see a lot of writing from a lot of people because the only way this fucking app works is if you reblog.
I see so many pieces of work with 59 likes and 1 blog, I just saw one that had 690 likes and it had 9 reblogs. Even 1,000 likes and only 59 reblogs too. It’s devastating to see for the community of Tumblr. And I’ve been here for like five years, the way this app works is if you re-blog.
There’s so many people that are writing. There’s so many amazing things that I see and I try my best to reblog every single one that I read. That’s what I love doing because sharing someone’s piece of work is just beautiful because it allows me to show it to more people.
I reblog. And the beauty of it is;
I get notifications that this person liked it and this person liked it, and then that post continues to get more views, more likes and reblogs. All just because one person, reblogged it.
so please, if you are a part of Tumblr and you love reading your favorite writers fics, or love reading about your favorite character, please do your job and reblog it.
And if you don’t like re-blogging because you don’t want to do that on your account, then you can make another account and put all of the things that you read on that account. You can do separate things, like fic recs.
You can figure it the fuck out if you want people to actually be writing for a character you love. The writers are writing, you ain’t helping them share their work.
guys sorry im late to the party but i think i’m starting to like kaisagi… ofc kainess tops but! AAAAAAAA STOP IDK WHAT IM THINKING I USED TO BE A D1 KAISAGI HATER BUT AFTER THESE NEW CHAPTERS IM LIKE🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
EXACTLYYYYY LIKE ??? KAISER YEARNING ? KAISER BEING IN JAPAN AND THE ONLY THING HE CAN THINK AB IS ISAGI…? AND IN ALL THE RECENT CHAPTERS HES BEEN SHOWN THINKING AB ISAGI… GUYS…!
guys sorry im late to the party but i think i’m starting to like kaisagi… ofc kainess tops but! AAAAAAAA STOP IDK WHAT IM THINKING I USED TO BE A D1 KAISAGI HATER BUT AFTER THESE NEW CHAPTERS IM LIKE🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆A/N: first time writing smut guys, kinda nervous!!!
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆warnings; smut with no plot, fingering, izuku calls reader “baby, babe” etc, established relationship, reader is izuku’s wife, no use of y/n, edging mentioned, overstimulation, p in v, protected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys), Oral (fem receiving), reader has boobs and a pussy, light breeding kink if you squint, mating press , aftercare , very obviously not proofread…, very short ~.~
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆creds for the dividers: @aquazero , @anitalerina
𑣲 ── .✦ ⋮ ┆smut under the cut!!!
You wiggled around in izuku’s lap as you looked at his concentrated face, as if he wasn’t fingering you with this thick fingers right now.
It’d be almost cute, with the way he’s counting and marking his student’s papers, if he wasn’t edging the living shit out of you right now. You had offered to cockwarm him like an hour ago, and surprisingly, he refused - he said he wanted to finger you.
You whined, letting out a needy, “zukuuu..” he looked away from his papers for a bit, his gaze turning to you as he murmured, “shhh, i know baby, i know. Just lemme finish these and i’ll take care of you, okay?”
You pouted, moving around in his lap with his fingers still inside you to get atleast some sort of friction. “Baby, come on, i have to finish these papers-“ he started until you cut him off by saying, “but ‘zukuuuuu… been so long since you fucked me.. please?”
He gave you a long stare, as if he was trying to decide if he should give in or not, before gently setting his pen aside and murmuring, “mhm? You want ‘zuku to finger you till you see stars?” You nodded, and holy fuck did he deliver.
His fingers circled your clit, lightly etching the surface as he kept eye contact with you. His fingers went from playing with your clit to tracing it down to your hole, his head dipping slightly as he slid his fingers in.
He allowed his tongue to follow after his fingers, lightly tasting you as his small moans of pleasure made small vibrations. His tongue ran soft circles along your slit as he allowed himself to eat you out.
“F-fuck- zuku!” You let out as he sneaked glances at you, his fingers curling up as he tapped your g-spot. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? Yeah, make those pretty noises f’me-“ he rambled as his voice came out slightly muffled. You looked down at him, your eyes starting to gloss over.
You could feel yourself reaching your high as the combo of izuku’s fingers and his tongue hit you hard, a little overstimulating if you will.
You moaned a lot louder than you meant to as your high came crashing down on you, izuku’s gaze never breaking from you.
You panted as you looked down at him, a little embarrassed at the loud noise you just let out. Izuku gently pulled his fingers out before putting them in his mouth, licking his fingers clean of your juices, before he grabbed you and picked you up.
“Are we done?” You asked him with a questioning look on your face as he carried you towards your bedroom. He giggled a little at your tone before answering with a soft, “nope. Far from it, angel.” He paused while looking at you before laying you down on your shared bed and then continuing with,
“Strip.” You looked up at him before nodding at his request and softly taking off your clothes, which wasn’t too hard because you only had your panties and some silk dress on. His eyes left your figure for a moment to take a condom out of the drawer before he gently put it down on the bed and started to strip himself, though rather quickly.
The weight on the bed shifted as he sat down, grabbing the condom as he ripped it open with his mouth and slid it onto him.
He gently pulled your legs above him, looking down at you before asking, “do you think you’re ready, baby? Or do you want me to finger you again?”
you hesitated for a fraction of a second, you knew you always struggled to take him whole, but you were needy and sick of waiting. You nodded, looking up at him as you did so. “yeah, ‘m ready..” you murmured.
he nodded, letting his gaze wander around your body as he slowly let himself inside, the stretch burning slightly. he let out a shaky breath as he grunted out, “shit, you’re so tight..”, his grip tightening around your legs.
“‘S okay baby, just relax okay? Let me take care of you.” He cooed while watching your expression for any signs of discomfort. As he didn’t find any, he let himself push all the way in as he bottomed out.
You gasped, feeling so insanely full with him. He let out a deep breath, feeling your walls clenching down around him. “Can i move?” He asked softly, his eyes watching yours. You nodded, and he started moving.
His slow pace quickly turned into pounding, his sweet words fading into babbles as he said, “yeah? Wan’ me to take care of you, baby? Want ‘zuku to fuck you so stupid you can’t remember your name?”
All you could do was nod, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. “Fuck- yes, ‘zuku! Please-!” His hand went down to circle your clit as he felt himself getting closer.
He groaned as his thrusts grew faster the closer he got, chasing his own high. His pounding slowed down before stopping as he felt himself coming, letting out a small whimper as he did.
“fuck, y’did so good for me baby..” he said, gently brushing hair out of your face as he leaned down to plant a slightly wet kiss on your cheek.
“cmon, lets get you cleaned up, okay?” he drawled, gently lifting you up in a bridal carry towards the bathroom, running you a hot bath and cleaning you up with a towel in advance.
he looked at you with a gentle expression on his face, slowly joining you in the bathe as he felt you relaxing with your back hitting his chest.
Cockwarming husband!Higuruma while he's in the tub ☆
The steam rose in lazy curls from the bathtub, filling the bathroom with a hazy warmth that clung to your skin like a lover's breath. Higuruma Hiromi lounged back against the porcelain edge, his dark hair damp and tousled, sticking to his forehead in a way that made him look almost boyish despite the sharp lines of his face.
His broad shoulders and toned chest glistened with water droplets, the day's tension from court melting away under the hot soak. But his eyes—those deep, piercing brown eyes—locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, even in the humid air.
"Come here, love," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, the kind that always made your core clench. He extended a hand, calloused fingers beckoning you closer to the tub's edge. You were already stripped bare, your body humming with anticipation as you stepped into the water, the heat enveloping your calves, then thighs, until you straddled his lap. His cock, thick and half-hard from the mere sight of you, pressed insistently against your inner thigh, promising the slow burn you both craved.
You sank down slowly, guiding him with one hand as his tip nudged your slick folds. A soft gasp escaped your lips when he breached you, the stretch immediate and delicious, your walls fluttering around his girth as you took him inch by inch.
Higuruma's hands settled on your hips, steadying you, his thumbs tracing lazy circles over your hipbones. "That's it," he breathed, watching your face with rapt attention. "Just like that—sit on my cock, feel every bit of me inside you."
Fully seated, you rested your forehead against his, the water lapping gently at your joined bodies. He was buried to the hilt, filling you so completely that even the slightest shift sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your pussy. But this was cockwarming—his favorite way to unwind, to keep you close without the rush, letting the intimacy simmer like the bath around you. Your breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardening against his wet skin, and you could feel his heartbeat thrumming steadily beneath you.
"Hiromi," you whispered, your voice breathy as you adjusted to the fullness, your inner muscles instinctively squeezing around him. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into you, his grip tightening on your hips to still any movement. "Shh, don't move yet. Just... stay there. Let me feel your tight pussy hugging me. God, you're perfect like this."
The water sloshed faintly as you both settled, the heat seeping into your muscles, loosening you even as the ache of his cock deep inside built a different kind of tension. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair, tugging lightly to elicit another low rumble from him.
His hands roamed upward, palms sliding over your wet back, tracing the curve of your spine before cupping your ass, holding you flush against him. No thrusting, no grinding—just the profound connection of him throbbing inside you, your arousal mixing with the bathwater.
"You feel that?" he asked, his lips brushing your ear, warm breath sending goosebumps across your skin. "How your body's gripping me, like it never wants to let go. I could stay like this all night, buried in you."
His words were a caress, intimate and filthy, making your clit pulse with need. You nodded, nipping at his jawline, tasting the salt of his skin mingled with the faint soap scent. "I love it when you're like this—so deep, stretching me open. It's like you're claiming me all over again."
He chuckled, the vibration traveling straight to where you were connected, making you whimper as your walls clenched involuntarily. "Claiming you? Always, sweetheart. This pussy is mine—warm and wet, just for me."
One hand slipped between you, his fingers finding your clit with unerring accuracy, circling it slowly, teasingly. The touch was light, barely enough to push you toward the edge, but combined with his cock filling you, it had your breath hitching, hips twitching despite his hold.
"Hiromi, please..." you begged softly, rocking just the tiniest bit, the friction drawing a hiss from his lips. He captured your mouth in a deep kiss, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, languid dance that mirrored the stillness below. When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide. "Patience, love. We're not rushing. I want to savor how you quiver around me, how your juices coat my cock even in the water. Feel that? You're soaking me."
You did feel it—the way your arousal slickened him further, easing the way he nestled inside your heat. The tub's warmth amplified everything, your skin hypersensitive to every brush of his body against yours. His free hand moved to your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple until it pebbled harder, then pinching just enough to make you arch into him.
A moan bubbled up from your throat, muffled against his shoulder as you buried your face there, inhaling his clean, masculine scent.
"That's my girl," he praised, voice husky as he continued the torturous circles on your clit. "So responsive, even when I'm just sitting here with my dick in you. Tell me what it feels like—having your husband fill you up like this."
His words urged you on, and you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with hooded eyes. "It feels... full. So fucking full, Hiromi. Your cock's throbbing, pressing right against that spot inside me. I can feel every vein, every pulse. It's making me ache for more, but I love just... holding you like this."
His response was a deep, satisfied hum, his hips shifting ever so slightly—not a thrust, but enough to grind the base of his cock against your entrance, making stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Good. Because I love feeling you clench, like your pussy's begging without words. You're dripping for me, aren't you? All hot and needy around my length." He kissed your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sucking a mark that would linger as a reminder of this moment.
Time blurred in the steamy confines, the only sounds your shared breaths, the occasional drip from the faucet, and the subtle lap of water as your bodies adjusted.
His fingers never stopped their lazy exploration of your clit, building the pressure slowly, while you traced patterns on his shoulders, nails digging in when the fullness became too much. "Hiromi, I... I'm close," you admitted, voice trembling as your walls fluttered around him, the cockwarming turning into a delicious torment.
"I know," he whispered, nuzzling your collarbone. "Let it build. I want you to cum just like this—sitting on my cock, feeling me stretch you wide. No movement, just us connected." His hand on your ass squeezed, pulling you impossibly closer, and you shattered with a cry, your pussy spasming around him in waves, milking his length without mercy. He groaned through it, holding you steady as your orgasm washed over you, your juices flooding the space between.
But he didn't follow—not yet. Instead, he held you through the aftershocks, his cock still rock-hard inside your fluttering heat. "Beautiful," he murmured, kissing your temple. "Now, stay with me a little longer. I want to feel you come down around me, keep me warm until I'm ready to fill you up." You nodded, boneless in his arms, the intimacy wrapping around you tighter than the water ever could.
