๊ฑสษดแดแด๊ฑษช๊ฑ: Harry Potter boys struggling to ask you out.แ
๊ฐแดแดแดแดสษชษดษข: Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy.แ
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You're reading that same old book with torn edges, that looks as old as time. You've come to love it. What you didn't know, was that the boy infront also knows that. He wants to speak. But he can't. Though, you can feel his gaze on you all the time as he's sat across you at your desk in the library. You'd come here to read, not to have a Diggory staring at you! From the corner of your eye, you're noticing how he's sneaking glances at you. It's distracting. But he knows you're looking at him through your peripheral vision. So you finally look up.
"You're staring."
"So are you."
"I'm studying!"
"So am I."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes and smile, despite yourself. He smiles back. Though, now, his confidence really is slipping through his fingers like sand.
He doesn't know what to say, and he knows you're noticing it. He's waiting for you to flip to a certain page andโ There! A dried red rose placed neatly between the pages. You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. "Oh, I wonder who could have placed that..." You said with a pretense obliviousness. "Me....I did." He chirped up a second after, which earned him a chuckle from you. "Thank you, Cedric." He smiled in response. Now is the time, he thought.
โRight. So, I was thinkingโhypotheticallyโif someone were to ask you to Hogsmeade, say, next weekendโฆโ
"Hypothetically?"
"Yes. Hypothetically."
You smiled, shaking your head at how silly it all sounded. "Depends. What's in it for me?"; "Butterbeer? Honeydukes fudge...and uhโmy company? The hypothetical someone's company, I mean." And you grinned. "That's a great deal. I like the sound of that. Except, I don't want the hypothetical someone's company." You got up from your seat with your things and His head snapped towards you, just then; "Cedric Diggory's would do." you leaned down to where he was sitting, planted a kiss on his cheek and walked away. "Oh." And he sat there, dumbfounded, in a pleasantโgiddy way.
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He's nervous. Very. He's been standing infront of the bathroom mirror for long that he feels his reflection would reach out and choke the words out of him. He's been practicing for so long that he has to remind himself every once in a while that his agenda is to ask you out, not to sell an insurance plan. Why can't he just do that? It can't be that hard.
Except it is, for him.
"Fancy seeing you here." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That wasโawful." he thought to himself, but he was soon pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the bathroom door. "You're gonna be late for potions, Harry!" your voice rang. โYโyeah! Be right there!โ You squint at him as soon as he steps out of the bathroom.
"You look tense, what took you so long in there?"
"Mental practice."
"Mental practice?"
"Y'know, visualizing success."
You passed a grin, shaking your head. He seemed suspicious. You were not gonna use the bathroom now.
His tongue gave up entirely as soon as you followed up with a question. "What kind of success?"
His words falling out before he can stop them. "Uh..the kind where I ask you to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop and you say yes?" You stared at him in surprise, lips parted in shock before you laughed, "That's your idea of success?" Oh how embarrassed he felt! He could feel heat rising up to his cheeks like some stupid Shoujo. "Well, it is now!" He said, his voice an octave higher as he fixed his glasses. You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. "You're really bad at this.";
"It was supposed to be charming."
"It was. Accidentally."
His head snapped towards you at once in surprise. "I'll go with you, Harry. Tea shop, tomorrow." And with a grin, you turned and walked away to your class. Him? He stood there, frozen, grinning silly.
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He's many things. Funny, confident, charming (self proclaimed), and apparently, very incapable of asking you out like a normal person. Because the moment he sees you sitting there in the library, his brain goes static.
He grabs a book without even seeing what it is about, pulls a chair across from you and sits, propping his chin on his elbow as he grins. "What'cha readin' love? You look rather focused." You click your tongue, raising an eyebrow at him. "Studying for a test of course, not everybody is as free as you are."; "Ouch?"
He starts reading out loud to prove you wrong, except, he isn't really reading.
"And then he asks the girl sitting across from him, 'Would you like to go to Brews and Stews Cafe with me?'." You deadpanned, raising your head to stare at him. He continued, his eyes fixed on the book.
"And shockingly, or not so shockingly for the handsome lad, she saiโ"
"Stop projecting your fantasies on that book, Fred."
Now that perked his ears, even though it was stupidly obvious what he was doing, he wanted to know what gave it away.
"What?"
"You're not even trying.""What do you mean by that, love?"
"No such lines exist in that book. You're holding an encyclopedia, y'know. Upside down."
"Oh.."
He was mentally face palming. You on the other hand, pack your stuff up with a hint of a smirk, before you ruffle his hair and lean down. "She said yes for 6 p.m., by the way." which earned you a sheepish smile by him. "And she also said that the 'handsome lad' should step up his game." With that, you walked away. He didn't know whether to feel offended or giddyโbut oh well, mission successful!
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He's been roaming around in the lawn for a long while, holding a bunch of crumpled paper cranes that he's been making absentmindedly, wondering how he'd ask you out. You liked this stuff. Maybe that's why, since this morning he's been trying to do make something nice, in hopes you'd notice that he's been trying to make a move. He's been wanting to do it for a good while. He's surprised he's even so nervous, but he can't really bring himself to be confident like usual either. How is he even really gonnaโ "Ouch!!"
A smack lands across his back, from you, of course. "Now, what was that for?!"; "Nothing." You said with a grin and he shook his head, now stuffing the cranes in his cloak's pocket. "What are those?" You asked him before he took them out, and held them out to you. Origami? Since when was he interested in this? "It's a little disoriented." You murmured, holding his hand and guiding him with the folds and he can't help but smile at how concentrated you are. "Now that, looks nice." He grinned. "Since when were you into all of this?" You asked, strolling beside him.
"Since this morning, if it guaranteed your attention." You blinked, "What?"
"Nothing!" He's grinning now, but his ears are red. "I said nothing."
He hands you the paper cranes, signaling you to unfold one. There's a little scribble inside. "20% off at the tea shop on Saturday. Trip?" You can tell he tried to draw a flower next to it but erased it out of embarrassment. "A trip? With Fred?" it didn't take him even a second to cut you off. "Without him." You smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Is that your way of asking me out, Weasley?"
"Depends. Was it good enough?""It was terrible."
"Aww man."
"You're such a sap, George." Though, you folded the piece of paper and placed it in your pocket with a faint smile. "So that's a yes.";
"You're awfully overconfident." you rolled your eyes. "Wrong?"; "Not really."
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This is the perfect time to ask you out. But he still just can't. You're sitting right by him in the common room. He wants to ask you out. But at the same time, he doesn't. His ego won't let him. He's surely gonna get teased and never hear the end of it.
He's sat too close to you for his own comfort. Though, he kind of likes it, it's aโnice kind of discomfort.
He'd never admit that he likes to hear you yap, and he thinks that he does a phenomenal job at making it seem like you irritate him. But he doesn't. His faint smile gives it away. Though, today, he seems a little distant, fingers fiddling with crumpled pieces of paper. He triedโtried to make it less awkward by thinking he'd write you a letter. But quickly decided against it. Though, to his surprise, you already knew how he was struggling to ask you out. For the past whole week. It didn't take a genius to figure out with his Oh-so-obvious hints and his terrible attempts to back out.
"Fancy you studying beside me today."
"Fancy you noticing where I study."
"Wow, being sarcastic now? I'm sure you weren't even listening what I said."
"I don't need to be." A beat. "And I did listen."
He regretted saying that. You didn't need to know that. But now you did. To change the topic, or perhaps to hide his embarrassment, he decides to say something even more embarrassing, (for him), "Oh, you know..I'm potentially available this Sunday." He said, looking away as if that statement was self explanatory. "Oh. That's nice." You hummed. He frowned. Then decided that his next statement might do it. "Andd...I'm thinking about going to Hogsmeade." You grinned. "That's great. It's a nice place." He was on the verge of giving up now. "You're impossible, (Y/N)." And you almost felt sorry for the poor guy. But, you, being the stubborn you, wanted HIM to make the move. "You know, Draco, there's a phrase more impossible than I am." That got his attention quickly. "What?"; "Repeat after me."
"Would you,"
"Would you,"
"Like to,"
"Like to,"
"Come to,"
"Come to,"
"Hogsmeade with me?"
"Hogsmeade with me?"
"Yes I would, Draco!"
"oh....Oh!"
He realised a beat too late but, atleast he earned himself a date, at the cost of his dignity, smiling despite himself.
First time writing for HP characters! Hope it's not ooc.
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SYNOPSIS: Satoru loved you. Yeah, he was sure he loved you.
FT. Gojo Satoru x Reader!
T/W: Angst, hurt no comfort.
You two were always inseparable. You loved him with all you could muster and he loved you with all he had. It wasn't a perfect relationship, but it was real, genuine and pure. That's what made it so much better. That's what gave you both the confidence that this would last forever, after all, you were meant for each other, right? Right?
So why did his eyes not shine anymore when he looked at you? Why didn't his lips get that involuntary curl when you said his name? Why did his hand hold yours, but somehow his fingers forgot to lace themselves with yours? Why were you not the first bite of his food anymore? Why did his laughter go quieter with you? Why did your name slip past his lips so carefully?
You've noticed. Been wondering for a while now. The way he didn't answer immediately, the way those hugs got shorter, the way those kisses just wouldn't linger... Satoru wasn't behaving cold, rather, you could say he was drifting out of the shore that was love. It was like sand slipping through your fingers. You can only watch it happening.
You're sitting in his room, watching a boring comedy that used to make you laugh, even after his hundredth insistence on rewatching it. But it doesn't do the trick anymore, not after he's sitting so close, but still too far for your knees to brush, too far to be familiar. "I swear this dude always does it on purpose." His voice pulls you back from your thoughts, which was followed by a dry, Un-Satoru like laugh. Hearing no response, he chirps again, "You there?" but still doesn't look at you. 'Is this really your Satoru?' You question yourself.
He doesn't turn until he feels your gaze burning holes on the side of his skull, and after he does, he just..grins. But it's too tight; "What's wrong?" You hesitate, but the words slip out before you could stop them. "Do you still love me?" Pause. He blinks, his throat drying up. "What's gotten into you today, (Y/n)? Are you moody?" He chuckles, but it's too hoarse. Like his brain is already trying to figure escape routes. "Where'd that come from? Are you trying to test me after those weird tiktoks?" He hopes it's enough. It isn't.
"Satoru, Answer." Your voice visibly deflates him as he sighs, his eyes still darting across the room as if somehow his six eyes could search answers across his furniture. That doesn't work either. "Do I have to?"; "Yes." And he just sighs; "I...I don't know." And that was all you needed, because you knew he didn't. He couldn't. "I've been trying to figure everything outโto hold this. I keep trying, I felt like it's just because of training, and that I'll snap back.." He trails off, his hands trembling while you're desperately clinging to each word; "...But I can't." You feel a sharp pain in your chest, it's him. Unwillingly.
"You don't." You cut him off before he could even start. "It's okay. You tried. I tried. And we.. failed." His hands feel empty. His shoulders saggingโbarely as he mutters, "I'm so sorry..". You realise that maybe the sand did slip too long ago. So you stand up, retrieve your keys and walk towards the door. He sits up, but doesn't stand. "Where are youโ"; "Home. Where I'm wanted." His head jerks up in protest. "I want you tooโplease.." But it rings hollow, even to his own ears. "Satoru, Goodbye." And he realises that this isn't just an episode, it's really the end. "Would you...wait on me? I swear, I really loved you. I'm still-..still trying." but it's useless.
"Satoru, I know. But this can't work, no matter how strong you are." And he visibly recoils at that. "I realised you were always too high. Our worlds have always been apart.." You paused, wondering if you were being too harsh. But screw it. "I can't hug you when you're on a pedestal." And his face dropped at that. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't save the one thing that matters..maybeโmattered. In search of getting stronger, he let his bonds get weaker, to the point there weren't even bonds left to mend. This was far too gone to be saved. "Goodbye, (Y/n)..." You turn to leave, and for the first time, He lets you. Because he knows, he knows it's because of him. He trained too hard, but no matter how strong he got, he was still too weak to hold you back.
That night, you did find the answer to your question. It really still was Satoruโ..just not yours anymore.
A/N: I craved a little angst today, smh.
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โฐโโคHe doesn't, no, never knew what to call her. He simply believes there isn't a word created yet in any language that can describe this. As twisted as it is, it's the closest thing to pure he's ever had.
-He'd call you his best friend, if only it was really just that.
-He'd call you his girl, if only he didn't look a thousand women in the eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of...?
-He'd call you his love, if only it hadn't driven you away.
-He'd call you his light, if only a shadow like him could stay near you.
-He'd call you his will, if only his motives weren't so twisted, disgraceful.
-He'd call you his truth, if only it hadn't been so ugly, so bitter and so unforgiving.
-He'd call you his life, if only it was worth delving into, if only it wasn't a hollow reflection of his stupid mistakes.
-He'd call you his home, if only he had the habit to stay, if only he wasn't a wanderer seeking refuge amidst of unnerving ideals.
-He'd call you his path, if only he hadn't lost track of it himself.
-He would love to call you something expensive, if only it wouldn't serve to remind him how poor he was, morally.
-He'd call you his everything, if only he had something in the palm of his hands, other than guilt, regret and shame.
So he has long accepted the fact that there has yet to become such a word that can describe this. Maybe loving her was the most complex thing he has committed himself to, or maybe, he was just unworthy of understanding it. He prefers the latter. So he'll just stick to her, for now.
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His gym sessions were quite relentless, he worked his ass off in the gym, always came home looking absolutely delectable. Towel over his shoulders, hair scattered across and his gaze half-lidded, exhaustion evident in his gaze as he opens the door with a creak, a heavy sigh slipping out of his lips as he shuts it behind himself, kicking his cleats off, heading for the showers, purposely flipping his hair infront of you once, twice, until you comment on how hot he looks after returning. Same routine.
Which left you wondering, that if he looked like this after the gym sesh, how good would he look during it? And what better than to ask your very helpful jerk of a boyfriend? You'd had suggested the idea to him a few times before, "Micha, Gym pics when?"
He had brushed it off all the time playfully, taking it as a joke, 'cause he's very locked in at the gym; no texts, no calls. It's not like he told you not to, you just knew better than to disturb him while he's working out. But one day, one day you really needed one, for whatever reason, let's just say you were feeling horny lonely and you missed your boyfriend. So you texted him despite your better judgement; "Kaiser, please. One photo isn't too much, ja?"
His phone buzzed, which was surprising. No one ever texted him at this hour. He thought of ignoring it but his curiosity got the better of him. Unlocking his phone, he read the text, a smirk quirking up on his lips. "You're so desperate, engel.", "You're getting blocked for that jargon." and before you expect another cocky or dramatic reply, Ping!, attachment- one image is what you read as you clicked on the picture before ascending, you were swept with what you saw; A gym picture. More specifically, he's in the restroom infront of a mirror, shirt off and hanging from his shoulder, flexing his biceps while his abs are on full display for you, beads of sweat coating his skin like a sheen, hair falling over his eyes, head slightly tilted to the side, letting you see the blue rose tattoo of his neck along with the veins as he's leaning over the sink counter with a smoldering expression. "Forgive me, schatz?" is the caption. How could you not?! This was the best apology in the history of mankind. "Too speechless? I guess we'll 'talk it out' when I get there." is the last text before he turns his phone off and you nearly stop yourself from throwing yours across the room.
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Rin is hot, extremely. You know that. And he returns from the gym looking neat. He doesn't realise it, (maybe he does, who knows.) but he's a walking national threat when he wears that sleeveless black tee, cuz the weather's too hot. And that too, a compression tee. You can see every inch of his skin through the T-shirt but he's flustered inside unnervingly calm about it.
You had asked him before, just one time, maybe twice..thrice, only for two months. He was always adamantly set on denying. He wouldn't admit but it was goddamn embarrassing for him to even imagine pulling out his phone in the middle of a set, walking up to a mirror, pose, and snap. He is just disgusted by the thought of people glancing his way while he does this. So no matter how much you asked, "No. You know I'm not gonna do that." while mumbling 'lukewarm things', 'half-baked questions' under his breath. But frankly, he had grown used to you asking that question before he left for the gym, and nowadays, you didn't. It didn't feel the same. He had to do something, even at the cost of his pride.
You're watching silly tiktoks on your phone, occasionally sending him a few cause you know his phone stays on silent when he's at the gym. Until..you get a notification back. You were startled to see; "Rinnie ๐: sent an image!" Your fingers practically flew to check the message. There it was, a gym picture! and you were floored at what you saw, jaw hung open at the sight before you. You couldn't believe that this man sent you a gym pic, the one who refused such things even in your dreams, was now standing infront of a full body-mirror, hair covering his eyes, grey sweats and a black tee, with a simple pose. He held the phone infront of his face, in an attempt to hide his blush, but you knew his hands were trembling because the photo was a little blurryโnot blurry enough to not show the veins cascading down his toned arms as his hand was shoved into his pockets, neck tense. The arm which propped the phone up, was tense like he was pleading with his body to stay with him, his triceps on a perfect display as he captioned the image, "First and last." but toast to him, because now it's a tradition for him to send you atleast 3 images per week. Gets him hyped up.
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He's a well sculpted man, he never fails to show it. Roaming shirtless around the house, purposely forgetting to bring his towel into the shower, (you're cooked). He loves when you look at him, and he goes all out to prove that. You don't need to ask him for any pictures, a hint that you like him working out is enough for him to send you a gym pic everydayโhe's just that horny generous.
Like I mentioned, you just need to compliment him after he comes back home from the gym. Sweaty, tired, filthy and clingy. His hair is usually weighed down from his strict workout, "Gotta keep these muscle babies up', what if ya leave me if I don't?" Dumbass. He purposely puts up the most dramatic muscle-man show infront of you all the time for you to give him some attention and praises. "Ryu, baby, looks like you've been hitting the gym a little harder." and he grins wide, nodding eagerly. "Mhm, of course you'd notice." and consider your job here, done, just that, you're set. From the next day onwards, you're getting your daily wages.
Evening, exactly thirty minutes after he's left, a notification sound erupts from your phone, one you specifically set for his chat because opening this man's texts in public is a biohazard-ic crime to society, if that even makes sense. You never know if it's the most heartfelt love confession, an "I burnt the toaster.", the most devious memes ever, or you know, just a casual greeting picture of his mini-shidou. But today, it wasn't any of the aforementioned, it was him, wearing a beige loose tee, it wasn't a mirror picture, he set that phone on a dumbbell with a timer, standing infront of it, lifting his Tee by it's hem, his flexed biceps and abs glistening with sweat as he stuck his tongue out, his other hand shoved into his pocket, letting you see every carved detail of it. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you practically gawked at his picture, unable to reply. "Hey pretty baby, I know you saw that. No words?" and you coughed, brain still malfunctioning, "Just come back, Ryu. Right now." Safe to say, he paid for the gym membership, and you paid for Ryu-membership. He's gonna send you stuff everyday now.
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Now, for the sake of this scenario let us believe this lazy ass dude goes to the gym. (Which I think he maybe does, because bro's panels are always sick), there's no other way he has such immaculate abs. But Seishiro is unbothered, it doesn't really matter to him whether he has abs or not. But he finds your interest in them a hassle bit amusing.
You've asked Nagi to send you some pics, and he just looks at you like "Huh? Gym pics?" and you grin at him, "Yes. You heard me." He thinks about it, one one hand he's confused why you wanna see him sweaty and tired, though he doesn't have any objections, he's too lazy to come up with that. And on the other hand, clicking pictures is so troublesome, it's a hassle. "...fine." He's been saying that since a long time but he forgets everytime. Begrudingly, he gets up in the evening after relentless honking outside from Reo's car (recent chapters ๐) as he comes and picks up Nagi for the gym. Nagi tells Reo about how you've been asking him for gym pics, and he provides him motivation to do so. He's gonna help.
Your phone buzzes, it's a picture from Nagi, You sit up straight on the couch because he finally sent you a picture. You open it and it's the messiest photo, because you can literally see the full length mirror slightly cracked, a set of fingers, most probably Reo's, curled up from behind, holding up the mirror, because Nagi fell ontop of it once. While Seishiro is tryingโtrying to pose, his posture is still slumped, his fingers pushing back his hair and his head tilted to the side, so you could see his neck, His T-shirt tossed aside, his other arm holding up the phone. You could see everything, his sweats hung low on his waist, revealing that delicious V-line for you while his expression is neutral, not tired, just neutral. Like he's giving this a second thought, waiting for your reaction. "No more, please." He captioned. What you send him next is a flurry of almost unintelligible texts with spam clicked emojis, hyping him up because goddamn, you want more. When he reaches home, he tells you how much of a hassle it was, and that he won't do it again. But the next day, click!, another picture, which is slightly higher in quality, dimmer lights, a better view, no cracked mirrors and no third person.
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Now, Bachira was anything but shy. He didn't really care, he could roam butt-ass naked around the entire house flashing you whenever you looked at him. But there was something about how he looked when he was exhausted after working out. That half-lidded gaze, yet still a goofy grin on his face? Yes. And he absolutely would comply with your requests, no hesitation.
He's lying on the bed with you, spooning you from behind while you're poking at his arms. They look good. He's been working on them, of course they do. You shift in his grasp, turning to face him as he pops a lazy eye open, waiting for you to speak. "Megs." you look at him with your signature grin, one he's grown used to, he knows you're up to no good, but so is he, anyway. "Yes, sunshine?" you poke at him, "I like your arms." and before he can react, "I like your shoulders. Your chest. Your abs. Everything." and he grins wide, arms tightening around you. One thing you knew for sure, you could get anywhere with this man with praises. "Thanks, sweetheart. Gym is crazy." And then you drop the bomb over him. "Pics or it didn't happen." and he looks at you, blinking, confused as he tilts his head with a low, "Huh?" and you giggle, rephrasing yourself for him once again. "So you want gym pics." And that's about it, he agrees quickly, too quickly, because he will not waste any opportunity to have you look at him and praise him. Babyboy.
Next time he's at the gym, your silly little notification sound goes off, one he set himself, a picture popping over your screen, and god, you are asking the divine itself for patience and sanity, because this boy is just so edible. It's a selfie, except, the hem of his usual jersey, (yes, he wears a jersey to the gym) is tucked between his teeth, holding it up so his abs are served out on full display for you, his honey eyes narrowed at the screen, the lighting is dim, his surroundings aren't visible, but what matters is he's flexing his bicep, rippling with veins. caption? "Here, lovey.๐" And after your garbled rambling, since then, you always get your daily fill of evening snacks.
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Isagi hardly cares about the way he looks, but to say he works hard at the gym would be an understatement. He probably uses those poor equipment to cool off the rage he doesn't even know how or why, exists, and he doesn't get it either why you'd wanna see him all sweaty after gym, sure, he does know why, but he doesn't see the appeal.
He looks scrumptious after gym, hair slightly pushed back, his tee clinging to his body as he walks with that concentrated little frown on his face that he doesn't know he acquires when he's focused. So, naturally, you wanna see more. And also very naturally, you've been asking him for some gym photos for a few weeks now, and he too, brushes it off thinking that you're just teasing him. Until you make it clear that you're not. "Isagi, you MUST send me some pictures." You nudged him while he dried his hair, raising an eyebrow, "It's a must now? Why so?", "You know, boyfriend duties!", and you only get a grin from him as a reply. How rude.
The next day, he leaves at his usual time. And you're not having it anymore, he's 15 minutes in, and his inbox is swarmedโno, bombarded with texts, all from you. He sighs audibly loud, walking over to the restroom, shutting it behind him with a click. Exactly ten minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification, it was a picture. Finally. You opened the image, and you could feel yourself levitating closer to the divine, because holyโthe photo may've took a long time, but was worth every second. It was him, his leg propped up on the countertop, his shorts ridden up, revealing his toned thighs. His hand holding up the phone was flexed, muscles tight, while the other hand was in his hair, dragging it back, giving you a full view of his forearms. His face was covered by the phone, but you knew he was blushing, you could see the flush on his neck. He captioned it; "You can quit whining now, babe." He was trying so hard to be cool, a little too hard. "You took ten minutes for that?" But you knew, a few flirty comments from you, and it's game over for him at the gym, and game over for you when he comes back.
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I wanted to ask for some hq smut. Short thingsies or hc are ok for me! I want the Wedding night, like, no brutal fucking, genuinly making love to fem reader.
I really really want Oikawa n Tsukishima and if you feel like him too, i would love Sakusa too
THANK U SM OMFG ๐ซถ๐ญ
โโห๐ฆนเฑจเงโ Wedding Night.แ โก
โ Haikyuu!! Boys x Reader!
๊ฑสษดแดแด๊ฑษช๊ฑ: Wedding night love making! -NSFW, Praise, soft smut, fluff-ish, penetration, light cussing.
This man was beaming the whole day, wider than ever before, too quiet, like one wrong word and he might wake up to an empty bed for the end of his dream. He was a giddy schoolgirl when he saw you in that dress, wanting to cry when you walked down the aisle. He couldn't wait for these guests to leave, so he could have you to himself.
When you both reached the room, he lifted you up and twirled you around, grinning in not the usual charming way, but a more genuine, boyish way as he whispered, "God, finally, finally. I can't breathe!" He settled you down on his bed, laying you down while his lips were latched to yours, he mumbled in a few praises about how good you looked, how lucky he is to get to call you his wife now as you both giggled over things previously unsaid, and how he's now acting all sappy. He lied you down on the bed, unzipping your dress.
"You looked so, so stunning tonight, I forgot I was even there, angel." He hummed, looking at you with a faint smile as he took a moment to admire you, hands trailing down every inch like he's been dreaming of this for too long, in that moment, I believe he'd want to drop his teasing & cocky persona for the moment, (Do not get used to it) He's thanking to whatever supreme deity there is above, because this is his greatest win in life.
He makes it his goal to make this as good as possible, to pour his soul about just how much he loves you, in ways his words would fail to express, he wants to show you just how much. Leaving faint lovebites on your neck he's sure to get swatted for in the morning, his mouth trailing low, and hands even lower. "Tell me to stop when it gets too much.", oh, sweetheart. He's practically fawning over you, eyes darting everywhere as he pulls your thighs apart, tip sliding against your entrance, soon lowering himself into you, slowly, like he wants you to feel every inch of him, giving you time to breathe. "Y'know, I really lucked out in highschool." He hummed in your ear, voice laced with something you couldn't pin down. He was enjoying this, these little ministrations were getting to him. Praises, praises, & praises as he's cupping your breast, lightly pinching the nipple while your eyes roll back. He's just giddy, slow yet deep thrusts delving into you while his hands caress you and hold you down, your hands tangling in strands of his hair, tugging him closer, his cock hitting your spots repeatedly, unhurriedly, hands pinning yours to the bed when he picks up a steadier pace, while he's kissing you over and over again till you fall apart on his hands, "T-..Toru..", absolutely thrives on sounds. "On it." Doesn't give you a chance to complain as he pushes himself deeper, not rough, just slow. His thrusts soon falter when you two near, eventually releasing. Will hold you and cuddle you to sleep afterwards, whispering in your ear how he's once again that lovesick second year who fell for you. He plops down on the bed breathlessly beside you. "I promise to love you and cherish you whole heartedly, forever, even if death do us part, and I'd love you now and forever, until the next life I get to share with you." No way did this idiot just recite his vows again after ...sex?! "Toru, you fuckin' dumbass.", "Just makin' sure, wifey." and he chuckled, for this is what he wants to wake up to everyday, for you are the win for everytime he lost in his life. -And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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He really didn't care that it was his day as well. It was yours. He really couldn't care less about the wedding guests, if he'd be asked to recall his favourite parts of the wedding, there won't be a single face other than yours in his head.
The whole ceremony, he looked nowhere but you. And finally when the 'lousy guests' as he says, were gone, he couldn't wait to get you. He's smiling, watching you twirl around in your dress, showing off how pretty you looked. "Of course you did, I picked that dress." He looks at you with such a fond little smile, grabbing you by the hand as he pulls you on the bed with him, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You looked jaw-dropping." he included while you loosened his tie, exchanging a few snarky remarks about how you just can't get your hands off him.
But soon, he's the one who can't get his hands off you. Pushing your dress off your shoulders, he's visibly taken aback by the view, audibly swallowing as he whispers in, a few praises that sound foreign to his own ears. He's not a man of many words, but he'll gladly fill your ears with praises if he gets his fill of you. Leaning in, he kisses your lips, before those kisses trail down your neck, to your chest, like he's trying to engrave every inch to his brain through his lips. You hummed something about him taking credit as usual, hands tangling in his hair, and he smirked. He lays you flat against the bed as you two bicker about how your life turned out here from your highschool days, giggles and chuckles turning into moans, gasps and whimpers as he's into you, pulling out- not all the way before going back in, slow, considerate. "Back then I never knew why you stuck around, but I guess, now you're stuck around, forever.", "Willingly. Ring off or on." you muttered out breathlessly with a smile. And he gives you such a childish, sheepish even, grin. "I suppose that's right, You never stopped being cheesy." He leaned in to kiss you before you could make any sounds of protest at his reply, his kiss deep and passionate like he's been meaning to pour confessions worth a decade into it. He retains his pace, slow, deep thrusts into your aching cunt, holding your thighs stable in his hands when he feels your body shaking, walls clenching around his length, he bites his lip, letting out a shaky exhale as he kisses your forehead.
"Mhm..you're doing such a good job, darling." His voice is so uncharacteristically soft, like he's trying to reassure both you and himself that it's happening really happening, his eyes never leaving yours. And after a while, his pace and rhythm falters, he grunts, tilting your head up as he presses another kiss to your forehead while you both come undone. He holds you in his arms, hands running through your hair as he whispers some breathless promises that you both are too hazy to remember, "You've no idea how much I've dreamt of this, Mrs. Tsukishima." and that comment doesn't just make you giddy, but also him.
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It's one of those rare times you've never seen him in a rush, one of those times where he's patient, happy, like he's genuinely filming this whole day in his head, filming you in his head, because he knows he'll never live this day again.
He stayed back, waving those guests off, making you wonder whether if this was even the same man before he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the room with the widest grin you've seen on him. "God, you look so pretty, I can't take my eyes off of you." He chuckled, crashing his lips with yours as he set you down on the bed.
"Hard to believe I bagged a wife, one as pretty as you, love." He rested his forehead against you as you began to loosen his tie, his hands slowly, carefully undressing you like he's unwrapping a present, which is true, after all, you are kind of one, to him. He took a moment to admire you, his calloused hands hovering over your skin hesitantly before you pulled him closer and he got the message. His hands now roaming over your body like he's analyzing a court, his eyes focused, but soft, his lips dragging themselves from your lips to your neck as he bit down, leaving marks on places he'd be very proud of, later. He's so sappy as he positions himself between your thighs, the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks as his tip rubs against your folds. This is the softest you've ever seen him aside from the day he dropped juice over himself while confessing to you back in highschool. He's looking at you the whole time, gouging your reaction as he pushes inside you, slowly. His eyes are so wide and dreamy, panting softly before he buries his face in your neck, his rhythm never faltering. "You've made me the happiest man alive, baby. I'll make sure I return the favor. Everyday." and you can't help but giggle at his giddy behaviour, It's hard to believe he's the same Iwaizumi, who's now a blushing, sappy mess while he's rolling his hips against yours, hand clenching the headboard, veins rippling in his arms from just how tight his grip is. But all of that just makes you fall in love with him more, after all, what's a better feeling than being confessed love to, over and over again while you're struggling to think straight from just how big his cock is?
His pace doesn't falter too quick, it's his goal to get you to orgasm, but you know he's close when he's grunting a little more, the veins on his dick twitching as he's panting. Eventually, after you've both been milked dry, he plops down on the bed, pulls you on his chest, his big arms circling you whole as you whisper, "Haji, baby, I love you too." and he grins, hands caressing your hair, until his sappy mode turns back on. "You make my days far more bearable. Thank you, darling.", he's blushing the entire time, praying you don't see him so flustered because he doesn't even know why he is. But he knows, he wants to stay like this for the rest of his life.
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He's so uncharacteristic, donned up in a suit and blushing like a maiden when you stood infront of him at the altar, hands unstable and fingers fidgeting, his mind was reeling with words unsaid, grinning at you like he did for the first time he laid his eyes on you.
"I'm still mentally not here, it's unfair how beautiful you looked." He smiled, cupping your face as he joked, in order to retain some semblance of his breaking composure, he could frankly cry from just thinking that he's married now, that too, to the person of his dreams. He pushed himself off the wall, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, which soon turned deeper, more passionate as he lifted you up in his arms and placed you on the bed, climbing over you with the widest grin you've seen on him. Not the cocky grin you're used to, but more like a lovestruck expression you see on kids when they get a crush. Boyish, unfiltered. His hands travel across you body, undressing you slowly, his breath hitching when you undid his buttons. He slid the dress off you, his eyes trailing, eyeing you up and down appreciatively.
"You're gawking like a damn virgin, Tetsu." You teased him, he chuckled as he lied you down impatiently, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. "I can't help it. You're too, too pretty for your own good." he kissed your cheek, hands cupping your soft mounds as he squeezed them, hands spreading your plush thighs. "And hey, I'm allowed to gawk at what's mine." He mused, whispering in your ear, hands caressing your thighs softly, like he's mapping them inch by inch with his hands before he parts them, positioning himself in between, his tip pressed right against your entrance. "Push me away when you feel like.", he reassures you before his cock slides inside your pussy, slow, deliberate, stretching you out while your nails dig into his shoulder, clawing at his chest. He looks at you, eyes locked on the your face, both to check how you're feeling, and admire it. "Y'know...you kinda blessed me before the priest did." He grinned, sheepish at his cheesy jokes, which, sure, sound insufferably corny, but are sincere. He holds you down, lavishing you with kisses, hickies as he tells you just how proud he is, how incredibly lucky he must've been that he's at this point in life. You don't know which point though- the relationship or the current ongoing sex, but you were fine by both.
He continued his thrusts and sheepish praises, his hands occasionally caressing your body so it wouldn't be too aching for you, your moans and gasps making his eyes roll back, his breathing heavy and ragged when your fingers tangled in locks of his hair, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips when he felt your pussy clenching around him more desperately. You were close, so was he. Still, he rode you through your orgasm, and took a moment to admire how you looked beneath him. "You're the hardest, yet the best thing I ever had to win over, but I'll do it all over again. In every life." He whispered against your neck, arms trapping you in his embrace as you two bantered about his cheesy antics. He looked at you and thought to himself, about just how blissful his mornings are going to be, starting from tonight.
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Atsumu was a self-assured, confident man, until your wedding day. He was freaking out, all emotional and hyper when he saw you, dolled up for him in a white dress, and when you stood infront of him at the altar, he'd already shed a few tears from just how enchanting you looked, from how you were now gonna be his.
You had to calm his brain down, because oh boy, was he a teary-eyed, giggling mess who couldn't stop hugging you with those big arms of his, refusing to let you go. "Jesus, 'm god. 'tis real, yer' real!" his eyes were shining, hair fallen over them. He had the silliest grin on his face, it was like his hands had a mind of their own, ad he just couldn't bring himself to stop kissing you. After a long smooch-session, he plopped down on the bed and pulled you over himself, his calloused yet careful fingers brushing strands of your hair away, so he could meet your eyes. "Yer' m' wife now, can ya believe that? Hell, I can't!" and you two giggled over a few things that lead to one another.
Soon, he flipped you over, his mellow eyes scanning your face while you fiddled with his tie and buttons, sliding his shirt off, letting your hands roam over his broad, built figure. He hummed in content, pushing your own dress down as he left feather-light, hot kisses over your body. Neck, chest, collarbone, stomach, just wherever his lips could land. "Yer' so, so pretty, I wonder how I landed ya." He whispered, his tongue soon circling your nipple and his fingertips drawing patterns across your thighs. "..'Tsumu-", you croaked out, and thankfully, he took the signal. His hands now parted your thighs to a good distance, positioning himself between your legs as he wrapped them around his waist. "Sweetheart, hold on tight, 'kay?" He whispered in your ear as his cock made contact with your glistening folds, his fingers twirling strands of your hair around them, the other hand holding the head board.
And with those words, he finally lowered himself inside your entrance, bit by bit, savoring the moment as you clung to him, a sputtered string of incoherent praises leaving his lips at how good you felt, how desperately your hands tried to hold onto his sturdy shoulders when he picked up his place, though by only a notch. His hands caressed whatever part of your skin they landed on, soothing you while you arched into his touch. Not long after, you were spent. And he once again cradled you in his arms. "Baby, yer' gonna marry me, right?" he whispered, and you looked at him incredulously, "..'Tsumu, we just got married, today." and he was quick to retort with a wide, enamored yet sheepish grin, "Again, for good measure." and at that, he knew he fumbled so many things, but today, he made a decision worth a blissful lifetime.
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The ever quiet, maybe even stoic and aloof individual is so, so close to his breaking point, he can't focus on anything else aside from how angelic you look, so much so, that he almost forgets that he's the one marrying you, and he's not here to watch.
He isn't quite at all, giggling and blushing like a dopey, intoxicated teen who had his first taste of alcohol. His hands are unable to keep themselves off you as he backs you against a wall, peppering your face in kisses, "It's impossible for me to convey just how much I waited for this.." He trails off as he locks his gaze with yours, leaving a fluttering kiss to your lips. "..for you." He continues sheepishly as he scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest, whispering sweet nothings like a prayer as he sets you down on the bed. His hands slowly tugging out your accessories and the laces of your dress, letting it fall apart as he stared at you with wide eyes.
"Oh, god, wake me up. Wake me up." He mumbled under his breath as his hands finally made contact with your body, his touch light and reverent. "You're awake, Kags." you couldn't help but tease him at his flustered reaction, and he just frowned at you, cheeks still tinted with a faint pink as he narrowed his eyes at you, clicking his tongue in faux annoyance, "I know that.", but his frown softened when you chuckled, pulling him over you, his fingers brushing strands of your hair away from your face. "I really must have done something praise-worthy that I ended up with you.", he whispered meekly while you continued teasing him that you too, didn't know how you fell for this brooding introvert. "Oh please. Shut up." He grumbled as he pushed your legs apart, feeling the skin with his fingers while his teeth grazed over your neck and chest, leaving streaks of faint red wherever they touched.
He took a few deep breaths as he lined up his cock against your dripping cunt, taking a moment to look at you, before he slowly pushed himself in, waiting for you to adjust to him. "You look so pretty like this." He whispered in your ear, his cock throbbing as you moan next to his ears. But really, he's been doing a fairly well job keeping his cool as he resumes his thrusting. His hand holds your thigh to steady you, the other under your waist as you arch your back. He's close, really close, but so are you. So after a euphoric orgasm from you two, he pulls you close to him, he's silent, his hands caressing your body before he let's out a whisper which sounds like he's holding tears, "Thank you, love."
A/N: I hope my blatant favouritism for a particular character in this wasn't too obvious, lmao.
Sorry if it's toooo long, I just poured my heart and soul into this. (เนโข๏นโข)
(Couldn't include Sakusa because I have slight trouble writing for him)
Thank you for reading!
Likes and Reblogs, and your opinions, would be highly appreciated! ๐
hii!!! I saw your requests were open and omg I'd love for this idea to be written >ยฐ<
So- A haikyuu smut, maybe a jealous! Kageyama or a Jealous! Oikawa? Maybe a few others too ๐คญ
I dont really have any other specifics, id just quite like some smutshots of how they'd fuck whilst being annoyed about something that made them jealous? Thank youuu!!
แฏหโเญจเญงโ Fucking his jealousy out.แ
โง Haikyuu Boys x Reader.แ
๊ฑสษดแดแด๊ฑษช๊ฑ: Fucking you after they get jealous. -Smut, Semi-public sex, penetration, cussing, a slur, NSFW.
Tooru didn't mean to be that jerk, he really didn't. But something about the way you've been focusing a little too much on the corny guy beside you, instead of looking at his practice, is bugging him. You were there for him, right? Then why bother tolerating this guy who's talking your ear off?
You were blissfully distracted from your boyfriend's game, having found another common topic to talk about with this guy, like you've been doing for the past thirty minutes, until a loud THWACK! sound echoes in the gym room, and the guy beside you was now on the floor. You gasp, eyes darting from the guy to Tooru, who stood there with a frown, caring too little to even hide the fact he did this on purpose. Your first instinct was to shout at Tooru, which he took it without complaints, but when you climbed down from the stands to help the guy up, Tooru visibly twitched, brain malfunctioning before he kicked his volleyball away, muttering something to Iwaizumi about continuing the practice without him as he walked over to you and the guy, giving him a hard, judgemental glare, "How 'bout you get lost before I make you?" The poor guy scampered away, legit. Tooru took your hand in his, but the grip felt held with restraint as he led you towards the locker rooms. He gave you a hard frown, which, looked quite adorable compared to his actions as he locked the door and backed you up against a wall, "So, Enjoyed the asshat's ted talk while you were here for me?" He asked, his breath hot against your lips, his narrowed eyes locked with yours. "Tooru, you're being-", "Ridiculous. I know." He clicked his tongue in thinly veiled annoyance, "But you can't call me that after I spent 30 minutes practicing while watching that nerd chew your ears with some goddamn gospel." He included, crashing his lips against yours, his tongue forcing it's way in, which was very unlike the soft, lingering kisses you were used to. He tilted your head up, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered some godforsaken things, hands trailing down your body as he slid his spare jersey off you, "Not very kind of you.", he taunted in a low, hushed tone, that made your knees weak while he pinched your hardened nipples, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.
That was all you remember before you found your legs wrapped around his waist, nails clawing on his shoulders and back pressed against the cold wall while he bit on your neck, leaving precise hickies like an art gallery, as he drilled into you, relentless. Not too rough, but definitely grounding. "Next thing I would've set would be his volleyballs if he didn't stop leaning on you for real." He mumbled, his thrusts slightly more erractic as he lifted you up, his cock now twitching in your fluttering walls, chasing both your highs. "..'M sorry, baby." He hummed. And you really didn't mind pissing Tooru off once in a while if this was the outcome. He pushes his cock in deeper, stretching out your weeping cunt for good as he whispered in your ear, still very much annoyed but trying to keep himself together as he grunted, "I know ten ways to get rid of him, and nine to get me out of trouble, so I better not see him again." while kissing the side of your cheek, hands both your sides. How could he even muster something like that while he's knocking consciousness out of you?
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Tobio detested the idea of having your friends sleepover, but had to agree reluctantly. He couldn't help it, he hated them, both the friends and sleepovers, but this one in particular made him lose his mind, how this one guy just couldn't get his eyes off you.
You had pleaded a lot with Tobio to let your friends stay over for two nights, both girls & guys. The idea irked him, to have people over in the warm privacy of your house, but he agreed. Mistake. Because the moment your friends stepped in, the house turned upside down, ugly, dirty, messy, loud and chaotic. You all had changed into your sleepwears, PJs. But this one guy, was eating your looks up more than the food served. Your friend, was eyeing you a little too much for Tobio's liking, and he noticed. Your friend noticed too, still deliberately looking at you while exchanging heated glances with him. Minutes and hours passed and you didn't call your friend out. Tobio had enough, he was done fuming & he needed to do something about this. What better than very impolitely excusing you from the crowd of your friends and have you done under him on your shared bed? Yeah. "Are you a brat on purpose or you're just that oblivious?" He grunts, hands groping your breasts, "Or do you just have a knack for riling me up?". You were confused as to why he was suddenly doing this, but your brain was malfunctioning as he pulled his boxers down and spread your legs. "Tobio-..I don't understand-", "Of course you don't." He butt in, before pressing his lips against yours, swallowing any upcoming sounds that were to be coming out of your mouth as he drilled into you, holding you down by your shoulders, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your velvety walls. When he pulled back, panting breathlessly, holding the creaking bedframe, he whispered in your ear in a frustrated tone he barely ever used with you, "You were too busy giggling to notice that bald swine ogling at you like he's never seen a woman before." and it hit you, maybe you really shouldn't have given the boy a second thought, but oh well, you were now right where you should be. He did not give two shits about you being loud or anything, if you were, that's even better, all those friends, especially that guy, sure as hell needed to know what's happening inside.
Your nails were raking over his neck and arms, while he shoved himself in and out of your hole, your pussy clenching around him as you milked him dry, leaned down, leaving a very blatantly visible hickey on your neck. "Sorry. I don't ever wanna see him ever again, or I'll make sure no one else sees him either." And after a while, when you two got out of the room, he made sure the blatant red mark was very much visible, and now he couldn't care less how the stayover proceeded.
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Kuroo hates when you have chemistry with someone else other than him, literally and metaphorically. He hates being on the sidelines, whether in a match or in your life and he sure as hell doesn't get what you see in that dumb jerk of your friend.
It starts at the chemistry lab, Kuroo, you and a few other of your friends were goofing around with chemicals in your free time, cracking jokes and bitching about some juniors and seniors. He couldn't help but notice you getting a little too cozy with this one guy, who was blissfully unaware of your boyfriend's fuming head. You all were laughing & giggling when he dropped a flask on the floor, spilling the liquid, while Kuroo was crashing out. His final straw was when you grinned at the boy, "You're such a dork sometimes, It's adorable." And Kuroo's every cell was personally offended, so what better than snapping at the guy? "If you don't clean this shit up I'm gonna shove a stick up in your ass and sweep this floor with your head." The silence that followed was loud. Sure, the mess was cleaned immediately but all your friends excused themselves out very hurriedly soon after. You glared daggers at Kuroo as you asked him what was wrong with him, only to be abruptly picked up and set on the table as he frowned, "You're getting too cozy with that jackass, he was too handsy." No one gets handsy with what's his. Before you could protest, his lips latched onto yours, hands roaming your body like they had a mind of their own as he whispered some things in your ear that you were too hazy to remember. "I don't get what's adorable about being a damn idiot." His teeth grazed your skin, leaving marks in places that could be covered by your shirt's collar if it wasn't tossed aside. He lifted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist as he rubbed the tip of his cock over your entrance, deliberately teasing your sopping cunt until he felt like doing so, and with one thrust, he bottomed out in you, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I sure as hell am exorcising his 'dorky' demons next time." He continued his thrusts, his breath coming out ragged, uneven as he held you down on the table. You really shouldn't have made that comment, but it was worth it for receiving the best dicking of your life. He could feel your walls clenching around him, the way you held onto his shoulders for leverage, it was clear you were nearing. He picked up his pace, chasing both yours and his orgasm. Safe to say, the product of this neutralization reaction was a different salt.
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Tsukishima swears he's not one to get riled up over little things, you know better though, but he really contradicts his statement in the way he acts as soon as this little idiotic prick leaves your home.
Tsukishima loved to brag how smart he was, but he hated tutoring, too much work. But he agreed anyway, reluctantly, when you pleaded with him to tutor you and your classmates. What he didn't expect was a circus, a zoo and a freakshow. You're studying physics for god's sake, his eye twitches so damn hard when your cheesy friend rolls off his corny biology jokes, and he certainly doesn't appreciate you playing along. "I don't know how you survived till this grade if you've always been this mentally reta-."A gasp cuts him off. Not just from you, but everyone. And he said it in such a deadpan way, like he was genuinely stating a fact. Sure you retorted, scolding him for his ill manners, but he shot you a warning look, one you rarely ever got from him, and you knew what was coming. The rest of the session continued smoothly, but you could see Tsukki's jaw ticking every once in a while. He atleast waited for your friends to leave, and, when they did, he crossed his arms as he gave you a harsh glare. "Honey, y'know, the reason you can't get any smarter is because you stay with these suckers. " Is he spreading propagandas now?! "If I ask you one question from what I just went over, you wouldn't be able to answer." He said, gripped your thigh, making you sit on his lap so you were straddling him. To which, you protested. Sure you were goofing, but you paid attention...right? That was pretty much all of a warning as his hands trailed up your chest, cupping your breasts as he squeezed them, before with one hand, he spread your thighs apart, lining your entrance with his throbbing cock. "Let's start, you get this question right-I give you m' dick." He hummed close to your ear as he listed out the question. Too hard, too hard. You squirmed.
Your only hope was to mutter the options until you reached the right one, and for every wrong one, he groped your breast a little harder, rubbed his tip a little faster. "Wrong. Try again." He said, eerily patient before you meekly whispered, "Tsukki-..Oh god, this better be E." And he smirked, pushing inside you without a warning, making you cry out. "Correct. Look, you're smarter when they leave." He said, slamming and jerking his upwards while you held onto his shoulder, muttering a whispered string of curses as he reached deeper. "Tsk, tsk. 'm sorry too." Even his apology was fucking sarcastic, like he believed he wasn't in the wrong. He continued ramming his hips up from under, his senses on overdrive from your moans. "I don't want this jerk hangin' around. I'm flagging this guy IRL next time." and you chuckled, still breathless while he insisted on riding out your high. In conclusion, your friend now avoided Tsukki like the plague.
heyy lostazuree!! i saw your requests are open so iโm here with a lil bllk idea ๐ you can pick whoever you want, but if you could add chigiri and kunigami iโd love u forever ๐ฅบ๐
so likeโreaderโs a virgin, totally inexperienced but curious about making love, and they want the bllk boys to be their first. they trust them and just really wanna experience it with them, and the boys are 100% down to show them exactly how itโs done ๐ฎโ๐จ๐๐ฅ
also your fics?? INSANE. like actually unreal. i donโt know how you do it but theyโre always so hot and addictive ๐ฅ pls make sure you're taking care of yourself too though!! rest, hydrate, all thatโyour comfort matters too ๐ thank u for feeding us always!!!๐๐
๐ฆนโหโเฑจเงโ First Time.แ
แฏโก-Friends to something more?
โฆ สสแดแด สแดแดแด สแดส๊ฑ x สแดแดแด แดส
๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: Losing your virginity to your best friend! Soft, fluff-ish smut, NSFW, Implied confession at the end!
You were sprawled out on his bed, lazily twirling your fingers around your hair, consumed in your thoughts: Damn, Micha's neighbors are loud as hell, I can hear them across the walls. You thought, while he stood infront of his mirror, drying his hair with a towel, another wrapped around his waist, having returned from a shower. You wondered if he was thinking the same too, till a voice disrupted your thoughts. "Yeah! Pound into her harder, We're cheering." and you froze. Did this man just..?!
And after that, the noises stopped, due to embarrassment or semblance of dignity. "So fucking loud." He said with a casual smirk while you looked at him wide eyed, "Micha, what the actual fuck?" you asked, flustered, he shrugged. "What? You wanted to hear them moan more?" No, surely not, you were...imagining, imagining how it must've felt like. "I bet it was good if she was this loud.." you blurted without a thought and he raised an eyebrow, "Sure. Sounded like rabid animals.", you huffed out at his incredulous attitude, "You say like you can do better.", he cut you short, "I can, could show you if you want.", He said, of course he was joking, but you definitely hoped he wasn't, you wanted that. "I've never done it before.." He looks at you, still holding the towel, "Can see that, and I was just kidding, but if you don't mind-", "I don't." His eyes widened as he registered, and of course, he needed further explanation. But look where that got you? Caged beneath his arms as he leaves hickies down your neck, lips traveling further down, your gasps while he works his tongue truly make him rethink how lucky he is, while he's pounding into you, letting you feel him, not too rough, but throbbing with restraint. He's sure now his neighbors would be the one to be bothered, he doesn't mind. He lets you know exactly how you should be fucked, no, made love to. Gripping your thighs while his dick plunges in and out, your sputtered gasps and moans punctuating his movements fueling him. By the time he's done, he can't help but look at you, his heart fluttering more at the sight than the actions, his arm wrapping around you lazily, zoned out. "What'cha thinkin'?", "You." He whispered, diving in for a kiss far sweeter and lasting. "Us." and he realises how much he wants to be the only one who sees you like this. "Mhm, us."
You two were lounging in your living room, he had come over like the usual. He was shitting on one of his friends, whom he caught fucking a girl in the restroom. "Can you believe that? That bozo thought no one would find out." You listened in, wondering how it all really feels like..sex, you mean. "I've never done it before." You blurted while zoning out in your not so divine thoughts. He raised an eyebrow as he looks at you while you continued, "And I wanna know how it feels like." you said like it's the most natural thing ever. He looks at you, blink, blink, blink, before a flush creeps up his neck. "Good for you, i guess." He coughed out. Boldly, very boldly you snapped your head towards him, "Rensuke, Can we do that?" And he froze, genuinely. Kunigami.exe has stopped working. He asked you why you wanted to do it with him, and very innocently you explained that you trusted him the most, and you want him to be your first, because..reasons. Soon enough, you were under him on your couch, he hovered over you with slight hesitation, "Are you sure, (Y/N)?" He asked you in a hushed tone, hoping you wouldn't turn away now, and of course, you didn't. He lifted your shirt up, tossing it away before he did the same to his, sliding his hands down your body, adoringly, wanting to make this session the best. He whispers praises in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, and that he'd definitely wanted this. His mouth finds it's way on your neck, trailing kisses down from your collarbone to chest, hands spreading your legs apart, "Tell me to stop when it gets too much." And gets lost just as much as you do, spreading you apart as he pushes his inches in, slowly, and you see stars just by the size, gripping onto his shoulders. After like hours of getting dicked down by him, "Rensuke...thanks..", his arm tightens around your waist as he pulls you over his chest, "I think I..", "Yes. Me too, Ren." That got him redder than the sex.
(Note: I think post w/c Kunigami would be the same, just less talking, less blushing and more faint smiles.)
แดสษชษขษชสษช สสแดแดแด .แ
You're at his place, sat on a stool as he's deciding his flamboyant hairstyle, while you two are bitching about your friends getting railed at clubs like another friday, "Seriously, can't imagine being such a hoe." He flipped his hair lazily, since he knew you were eyeing it. "Can't imagine...I've never done it before." and he shoots you a not-so-amused gaze from the mirror with a sassy, "Don't you think I can tell?" Borderline offensive but he's just being upfront. "Wow, Princess. Who hurt you?" You retorted and he just smirked, rolling his eyes. God, he looks so great, hair scattered-no. You cut your thoughts off. "I kinda wanna try it though.", you admitted, looking at the mirror at his reflection and he just hummed, "Well, you could always go-..", you cut him off sharply, sheepishly, "With you, Chigiri." His hairtie snapped as he did an animated turn towards you. Then again, after a little admission from your side, he agreed, because that is something he wanted, but thought the better. Things escalate fast with Chigiri, if you didn't know. He is soo deliberate with his actions, even whispering in your ear, describing what he's doing to your body, absolute 4K experience. He lets you grip his hair as he lowers himself into you, liking the way your hands felt on his head. He kisses you over and over, deep, purposeful, like he's trying to engrave himself to your brain, he lets you breathe between the thrusts, not wanting to overstep on the first time, hands gripping your waist and breast, his eyes falling onto your disheveled state, and he realises, he likes this, not just this, but everything, he doesn't see himself anywhere else at the moment. His movements are so worshiping, yet absolutely ruining your weeping cunt while he lowers in, his own body shaking as your nails dig into him. After he's done, "Hey, you good, hun?" and he realises what he said a little too late, his mouth now shut, yet when you giggle at that, his lips twitch into a soft smile, and the next kiss you get, speaks a lot more than what he could phrase Maybe he does want you to be the one who gets to hold him like this, more often, always.
ษชแดแด๊ฑสษช สษชษด .แ
You're both on his couch, tucked under a blanket, popcorn in hands as you two watch a horror movie only he's interested in, as you're in your own little wonderland when some lewd scene plays out. "Ew, tch. Don't know why every movie now has to be pornographic." He comments with a deadpan, eyes flicking over to you and he notices. He notices you've been staring at the scene for far too long. "Stop gawking at it like a virgin.", And your head snaps towards him, "Well, because I am one. I've never done it before. Let a girl dream, experience." And guess what? His dense ass after a little admission starts..verbally explaining sex. "No, Rin, like-..like the real thing. Let's do that." And he's blushing furiously, he genuinely doesn't understand why you'd wanna do it with him, not that he minds. He'll show you exactly what it means to have a good time. His bed is neat as he lays you down, sliding both your and his clothes off, his hands raking over your skin like he's memorizing every inch, like he may not get another chance. He whispers you assurances that are so sweet, so unlike him, he just wants to make you feel good, good with him, and only him. He's giving you full verbal explanations like he's teaching how to sin, spreading your legs, pressed against your entrance as he holds you. "Now, I'm gonna-" he cuts himself off with a thrust, your gasp syncing with his grunts as he brushes your hair away. He likes this a lot more than he'd say. As he's trenching deeper, he tells you how pretty you look, and actually tells you how giddy this is making him feel. Now he's the one acting like a virgin. When he's done after hours, you are marked red thoroughly, back aching, but he volunteers for a massage as you two talk it out, and for once, he doesn't care about his ruined sheets. "You were...amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you, to be with you." The words tasted bitter in his mouth as soon as the last sentence left his lips, you could feel his grimace. "I guess you're really lucky then.", you finally said something you've been meaning to, your chest a little lighter. His eyes widen, before just a faint, imperceptible smile crosses his lips, "You're right, maybe I am, extremely lucky. And I'd like to keep it that way."
ษช๊ฑแดษขษช สแดษชแดสษช .แ
You're at your place with Isagi, of course he's shooting a football while you two trash talk about some of his teammates. "Yeah, like, he is so bitchless, I swear. No way he ever got laid before." and his comment, which was supposed to make you giggle, reminds you that you, never got laid as well. So you very boldly admit it infront of him, "Well, I never got to do it too.", and his feet halted, stopping the ball as he looks at you, slightly flustered and sheepish as he clears his throat, "That's not a bad thing-" and of course, you cut him off. "I wanna change that." And during this whole conversation, he's praying for the ground to swallow him. "That's-..that's great! I hope you you-" "With you? Maybe? If you're-", and he blurts out immediately before realising, "What? Of course." And you both stare at eachother for a while in disbelief of your own words. He asks you over and over if you're sure while he carries you to the bed, "Push me away when it gets too much.", He says, and he's hoping you'd let him show you just how well he can do you. He hovers over you, lips crashing against yours as his hands knead your mounds as he's whispering some absolutely, insanely filthy shit in your ear, his thrusts are slow, yet slightly bruising, his mind hazy from the way your nails rake his shoulders, tug at his hair, and soon enough, it hits him on how much he really wanted this, how much he thought about this before, how he wished you'd let him hitโbut now, he wants something more than that, something real and not fleeting. He wants to be the only one who holds you like this. He's thriving on your sounds, they're so unfiltered, so unpracticed, he's enjoying this more than he'd admit. When he's done, you two are a mess of tangled limbs, and he still insists on kissing you. But the way he holds you is so unhurried, so soft, like he's silently praying you get the message. "I don't understand." Liar. You do. "You're so mean." he whines with a blush and a small smile. "I love you too."
A/N: OMG SWEETHEARTTT ๐ญ ๐ญ I LOVE YOU SM. You don't know how much this means to me. You are sooo sweet, I feel giddy when I read such compliments. Thank you sooo much for your words, genuinely so heart touching. It makes me feel sm better about my works, ILYSM anon, take care of yourself too. I wrote more of a fluffy smut since I'm suffering from a writers block. ๐ญ
Not that you'd know, maybe, But his mind goes on an absolute overdrive when you start running your tongue over his length. Gripping the armrest of the couch like his life depended on it when you engulf him in your mouth. He's so happy, so giddy, his hand already sliding down to tilt your chin up, his eyes rolling back when you look at him while sucking him off. He just forgets that he's some damn cocky idiot who's high and mighty, he is genuinely that bewitched, so helpless and right where you want him to be, he still wouldn't admit it though. But you can just see how hazy his eyes are, he looks so wrecked. He looks down at you with so much adoration and desire, like you've just made his day. He bites his lips, he has to literally recall every single event that has passed in his life just to not finish so easily, because damn, this is too much, you are too much. "This one time I...fuck, I'm gonna cum-.. I got stuck in a locker-..ngh."
แดแดษดแดแด ษดแดษดแดแดษช .แ
He just can't deny you like this, and you know that. He can't deny it when you ask him so pleadingly if you can suck him off under his office table. "Kento, please. You won't even notice I'm under your desk. Please." With those vixen eyes? He's sold. "Fine." He says, giving in. But before he can react, he's already in your mouth and he has to suppress a gasp because, "Holy Shit..you're taking it so well, love." His head falls back against his chair, eyes shut closed as his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements. Low groans leaving his lips as he gently urges you to take more of him, slowly, surely. His reports are forgotten, scattered on the table, he can do anything but focus on those at the moment. His glasses are long tossed aside, tie loosened because damn the weather's hot today.
แดแดแดษช ๊ฐแด๊ฑสษชษขแดสแด .แ
It's nothing new for him, right? Nothing surprising, right? Wrong! Because that's literally anything but what his reactions tell you. He tries, tries and fails to retain his cool image, but he can't help the shivers speeding down his spine when you swirl your tongue around his tip, taking it in your mouth in a deep, and painfully slow way, one that makes him physically ache with need. "Come on, sweetheart, take more of my dick." He whispers, one hand wiping the sweat off his forehead and the other on your hair, gripping them to keep you stable while he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper in your mouth. You can't see it, but the way he's panting a little more than usual, his dick twitching in your mouth, his muscles tightening, veins bulging out from restraint, you know you've got him so wrapped.
สสแดแดแดษด ๊ฑแดแดแดษดแด .แ
How bad could it be? He looks at your pleading gaze and assumes the best scenario. But oh boy, was he so wrong. Not that he'd admit, never in hell would he let you know just how much your tongue around his dick his getting to him, how your hands squeezing his shaft is making him almost dizzy. He's too prideful to say that. "Look at you, such a-..mmf..fuck..such a good girl." His breathing is shallow, ragged, words sputtering borderline incoherent when your swollen lips eagerly take him in. He is panting too much, like he's just been caught off guard. He is shivering, gripping onto an armrest for his dear life while he lifts his hips to let you take him in further. When you look up at him with slightly teary eyes, gagging a little at the size, he can feel himself getting close already. He's never been this pathetic and you've never been more proud.
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Is still sooo cocky even as you suck his dick, because he just can't let you know how bad he's falling apart on your tongue. The way your tongue traces all his length before taking it in, inch by inch, is enough to make him lose his mind. "Mmgh..Good girl..You're taking me so..ngh-..well." His cheeks go red, he's genuinely sweating as you keep sucking his dick, he's trying so hard not to finish, gripping the nearest surface, running a hand though his own hair as his head falls back with a loud groan, which he's quick to silence by biting his lip. His hand soon finds it's way on your cheeks, cupping it gently as he pushes himself deeper, and when his eyes open, falling on you, when you look up at him with those eyes, he's genuinely panicking so bad, hair scattered across his face, sticking to his forehead as he meets your gaze.
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He can't help it, he really can't. He knew he was screwed in for the best time since you asked him if you could suck his dick. He looks at you with so, so much love and desire in his clouded eyes, like you're a saint preaching sins. He's whimpering, so, so pathetically but he's far too lost to care. He cups your cheeks, thumb stroking the skin as he grunts, "Shit, you're so..mmh..f-..freakin' good, sweets." He whispers out breathlessly, his tone hushed while you take his inches deeper, running your tongue across. He's clinging onto your hair like a lifeline, his eyes blown wide a minute, and then shut tight the next. He's biting his bottom lip so hard you could see it turning red as he pushes in deeper. He's whining, groaning with whispered pleas for you to take him deeper. He's never felt so good before, and never been so noisy before either.
He loves when he can see you as he fucks you. How your face contorts with pleasure when he shoves his cock in, inch by inch, when you grab onto his arms, your nails raking his shoulders and back, when it is visible on his body too how much you enjoyed it all. He calls those marks 'battle scars'. He knows you like it when he's on top. He praises you every now and then when he feels he's being rough. He likes watching his cock disappear and reappear inside you, an arm holding you and the other holding the bedframe. He loves this position also because it gives him full access to your neck and breasts, so he can just lean down while he's drilling into you, while also sucking, groping and decorating you with hickies!
He loves when his partner is on top. When he sees you put in all the work to pleasure yourself and him, it gets him going. Sure, he doesn't mind being on the top often, but his favourite thing is when you ride him. When he can just lie, or lean back against the head board and watch you take him in, your arms holding onto his shoulders for leverage while you bounce on his cock, his fingers holding your waist and occasionally guiding your movements, slamming in from below every now and then for a little surprise. He also loves this because he's a horny mf who likes watching your titties bounce, and he may hold onto one, squeezing it as he mutters filthy praises, looking up at your tight shut eyes and flushed face with wide eyes.
Aside from being an ass man, he's also an ass man. Pretty much the same thing, except for the fact that he's a feind for that ass. It's his hobby, slapping, spanking and pinching that plush ass. He swears it's playfully. So when you sit on his lap, riding him through your ass, it drives him absolutely feral when he can see his inches go up that perfect ass, in his opinion. Groans, moans and grunts filling the room as you roll your hips, bucking them, bouncing as you try to hit all your own spots. He loves it so much, when he can just wrap his arms around your waist, chest pressed against your back as he whispers dirty things in your ears, telling how good you're working it, all the while sucking on your neck, fondling your breasts.
He loves throwing your legs over his shoulder, tucking them around his head just so he can plunge deeper, so he can draw out those sputtered gasps and loud strings of cusses and moans, each one ending in his name, because nothing feels better than an aching good mating press. He can't express why he loves it, maybe for he fact that your cunt is spread even wider and all ready for his cock, or the fact that he just loves digging his fingers or simply putting a vice grip on your plush thighs while he's thrusting. He knows you love him like this too. He doesn't know whether if he likes this because he has a breeding kink or something, but god, he can't deny how much he loves the view.
He is a different breed. He treats your periods like a mission to over come. And he won't admit just how much his liebling scares the shit out of him when she's on periods. He can compete with anyone, but not the little gremlin you become while menstruating.
"Schatz..?" He asks in his not-so-him faint voice when he sees you hugging a pillow and your legs crossed too tight. "You alright?" Walking over to you, he takes a seat by, his fingers lightly raking over your arm as he tries to coax you to talk to him. "Yeah. 'Cause it definitely looks like I'm alright." The snarky comment earns you a frown from him, but he knows better than to comment on it. The last thing he wants to face is a gremlin's wrath. He does not know much aside from the fact you'd crave something sweet. Ofcourse he's less informed on it, his mom wasn't around to teach him. He'll buy you a box, a load worth of Swiss chocolate and will expect you to eat it. If you need something, you'll have to tell him. A good thing is that he'll not be so cocky and teasing at a time like this, the last thing he wants to do is upset you further. "Liebe, lie down." He'll rub your stomach for you, will stay by you the whole day. Order fancy shit just so you don't have to cook. He likes reading, and he knows you like it too when he's reading. So he'll sit by you, wrap you in a blanket and lay your head on his lap, while reading a book for you. He gets extra clingy when you're not the one who's clinging to him. He'll make you his favourite rusks and hot chocolate while he's at it. "You gonna drink hot water?!" is a legitimate fool sometimes. "Of course not, Micha, you dumbass." after a little bit of explanation, he will go to prepare a hot bag for you himself, but will spill some on his hand 100% and it's gonna be, "Fuck you, piece of shit." Will play it off too if you catch him like you can't see the red ass mark on his hand. Forehead kisses to make you forget about the topic. And if you stain something, he'll do the laundry without a word.
Contrary to popular belief, he isn't completely clueless about periods. Because, obviously, he was raised by a single mom, so no matter how silly he is, he does know a thing or two about periods. But, that doesn't stop him from freaking out. Classic Bachira.
He immediately knows you're on your periods when you stop putting up with his bullshit, because..'You always do. :(' in Bachira's words. When you're curled up on the couch, his lively girlfriend now quiet, he knows it too well. "Are you alright, sunshine?" He asks in a voice thats way too calm for someone like him, quiet and testing. "Is it that time of the month?", "Yes, Meguru." Did you just call him Meguru and not by a pet name?! No way. Shit is real now. Yes, he'll rush to a store no matter what time it is, and he will bring some painkillers and chocolates, because that's what his mama taught him :) And will give you a hot bag. That's all in his area of knowledge on the subject. You need something else? You have to be vocal about it. But honestly? He's not leaving your side for the whole day. He is worried sick for you. Will skip practice 100% and take you out somewhere like a park or a quiet place. Don't wanna go? He'll sit at home with you, cuddled over a couch while you two watch some things only he can find funny. He will try to kiss your tummy cramps away (?!). "Silly, that's not how it works." "I know! But I'm trying my best here." Adorable. And you will not need to get up for the whole day, because, "Love! I'll be cooking for you today. Sit back and relax." NO. You cannot relax if he goes to the kitchen. Beware or he'll set off every single fire alarm and possibly charr water itself. Skills. He'll order take out for you, hold your hand while you eat.
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Aside from geeking out about soccer and mangas, he does not know two shits about anything else. Socially awkward soccer nerd is not well informed on female body mechanisms. Because even if he does have two loving parents, he never had such a talk with his mama. But is willing to try to make you feel better.
He knows it's a bad day when you don't grab him soda while he's playing some stupid game, or come to see him train, and instead are curled up on the bed awkwardly. He can feel the discomfort rolling off you in waves, and he knows it's that. "(Y/n)...sweets, you okay?" Did you just ignore Isagi? If you were anyone but yourself, he would dehumanize you in the worst way possible. So receiving no answer, he throws his headset off and wraps his arms around you, awkwardly, just sitting there, holding you as if he's trying to reassure both you and himself that you are alright. He will give you back massages 100%. Will cancel all of his plans and listen to you ramble about the most pointless things in life. He does handle your mood swings pretty well and will do half the chores without you having to ask. "Sit down. Are you feeling any better?" Like Kaiser, he's pretty clueless to the hot water bag situation, and he too will spill it all over the floor and cuss the shit out of it. Watch him become a master at dissing water's bloodline. He'll let you play video games with him, and he'll let you win. And that's a big commitment cuz mf is really competitive. He thinks you'll die if he leaves you for a single minute. "I'll buy you something sweet." Watch him fuss over brands of chocolate, because he only wants the best.
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Now, I think he would be pretty calm on the outside, but sure, he'll be a little concerned freaked as well. He is also not a clueless one, he's quite informed on it, but not emotionally, scientifically. So he has his own ways struggles to help you.
He knows you're on your periods as soon as he sees you've been deadpanning more than he does himself. And that you're not giggling on his dry, unfunny humor. He will sit by you very quietly, wrap you in a blanket and do a failed masterchef attempt at something as trivial as soup. "You stay right here, I'll make something for us." Because he doesn't want you to get up. Pillows. Pillows. And pillows. One behind your back, one on your lap and one behind your head for comfort. "I hope it's fine." Yes, the soup wouldn't be as good, well, because he only learnt how to make it for survival skills. But it's warm, nice, and makes you feel like he does care. He'll get you a hot bag, pain killers and sanitary napkins, pads, etc. etc. without you having to ask. Bathroom all organised too. He'll get you those conjoint twin Popsicles that he used to eat in his childhood with Sae. And because he has some insane luck with those popsicles, he always wins. But, but, he's a sneaky one to exchange his stick with yours when you aren't paying attention. The last thing he wants is to upset you. "I won! Look, Rinnie." Of course, you're not a fool. You know he changed it, but you rub it in anyway. "Don't get cocky. You're just lucky this time." And beneath that deadpan, there's just the faintest hint of a smile. After he's done with all this, he himself will lie down next to you and initiate cuddling. Which is rare because he becomes a flustered mess whenever you cuddle him. He claims he's doing this to make you feel better. Any comments about it and it's 'lukewarm' this, 'lukewarm' that. Tease him and he'll threaten you about getting up, with an arm tightening around you that says otherwise.
OKAY HEAR ME OUT-
Kamui and Okita in a love triangle over reader, who honestly would probably just go for Gintoki or Hijikata instead (older men ๐)
I dunno I think its funny to have them glaring daggers at each other in the foreground while reader is just scrambling after Gintoki like "wait up I have strawberry parfait!!"
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SOOO HAPPY TO SEE SOMEONE FROM THIS FANDOM! ๐ญI didn't know who you'd like better, so I'll do a ver. of both <3
Kamui and Sougo were...screwed, to say the least. Never had they imagined they'd fall for such a goddamn difficult target to achieve. Sougo, being Sougo, was sure he'd win you over one day or another. While Kamui, being Kamui, he was never the one to back down. Sougo knew Kamui liked you too, and Kamui knew about Sougo's growing fascination for you too. So it was really natural for them to be sworn rivals, as if they weren't that already. Kamui's bickering never stopped, "I'm literally the better choice, a Yato. Why'd (Y/n) go for a mere weak human like you?" To be met with, "Well, maybe because (Y/n)'s a human too, makes no sense for her to go for a freak like you." Sougo would very happily dice down that damn Kamui to pieces if it means having you. While Kamui would shoot holes in Sougo's body until he becomes a tea strainer, without batting an eye if it meant you'd give him more attention. Kamui would glare at Sougo so passively, with that silly grin of his, which to you, was sweet, sure, but to Sougo? That was a damn warning sign to back off. But no, Kamui would be met with an equally shady glare from Sougo that bore holes into his soul, conveying the same message. While you? You were in your little dreamland, internally gushing about someone that to their shock, was neither one of them. Little did they know, the actual person they should've been wary from the start, wasn't each other. But rather...a man. A man they wouldn't even turn their head to look at, a man who looked like he passes the same street at the same time, every Wednesday. How could they have expected that?
No way in hell would Sougo and Kamui ever imagine that someone like him, would have caught your eye. What was even likeable about him? Nothing, in Sougo's eyes. He was broke, a potential alcoholic even, a sugar addict, reckless, irresponsible, he shouldn't even be considered an adult, according to Sougo. And to Kamui? Kamui was already preparing his umbrella, getting blades and everything, because if he had to fight, he would. Kamui did not give two shits about anything other than becoming strong, eating a hellishly ungodly, ridiculous amount of food, and you, apparently. So he definitely took interest in Gintoki. Sougo's tactics were..to subtly disrespect Gintoki infront of you, or..knock some sense into you. According to him. "You sure about him? Like..he seems a bit oblivious, utterly reckless. He looks like he's been skipping rent for God knows how long." He isn't technically wrong, but you'd defend Gintoki of course. "Wdym? He's perfectly fine. His obliviousness is adorable. I like him as he is. Rent? Maybe I could pay some for him." And he'd just groan, shake his head. But, he was nowhere near giving up. Surely, he'd come up with something each day. Meanwhile, Kamui's way to try to win you over, was a daily display of his strength, of his superiority. He'd casually lift random boulders, that weren't even in your way. "Can he do that?" "Who? Do what?" And he'd already be grinning like an idiot as if he just won. Sure, he'd throw some not so subtle shade at Gintoki, but as usual, you'd be quick to defend him. "Really? I think he's pretty lousy. Munching on sweets all the time. Is he even strong?" "You do that too. Except you munch on everything. And yes. He is strong." Kamui will not back down. Would probably go so far as to ask Abuto for suggestions, but Abuto can't help him either. He'd be consistently after Gintoki, while you'd be busy making the sweetest Parfait for Gintoki. "Gin! Please have this." "Strawberry Parfait?! You're the best." Is really all you wanna hear, casting those two aside. Overall, Kamui would be more interfering here. But none of them would back down, not just yet.
Now that, is a personal offense to Okita Sougo including Kamui. When you disclose that you are much more interested in Hijikata, you would be met with the biggest visible eye-twitch from Sougo and a rather judgemental look from Kamui. "Tell me you're kidding." Sougo would say in an uncharacteristically calm tone, even for him, to be met with a calmer, "Does it look like I am?" you say, Kamui follows shortly after his brain stops circuiting, "Really? Him? You have gotten to see something I don't." Similar to the previous sc, Sougo makes it his personal mission to degrade Hijikata as much as possible, as if Hijikata offended his bloodline. "Really?! That tax-freak?! That chainsmoker?! That Mayo-obsessed maniac over me?! Emotionally constipated NPC?!" To you, it's all useless. "Yeah. So what? That's his job as the Vice-Commander. And I'd gladly buy him Mayo all the time. And idc about the cigs. Hot." A gasp, a sharp, pointy look like he's rethinking life decisions. "Hot?! You're messed up. All he knows is being a stoic or aggressive workaholic." He's trying too hard. On the other hand, Kamui would be emotionally deterred, rather, confused. "What do you even see in him? He's older than all of us. Why him?" To be met with a smirk, and a "He's mature. And older guys? Hot. He gives off the vibes, yk. Cool, calm, authoritative aura." He's baffled on why you'd pick a vice-commander like Hijikata over him. "So if I grow older and ask you-" he's quick to be cut off, "No. We'd still be the same age." And he's never felt so powerless before. Sougo would always be in your peripheral vision whenever you were spending time with Hijikata. Creep. He would never back down, especially after literally declaring himself better than Hijikata. His attempts to kill Hijikata would now grow more serious and more frequent. But you? You're happily dunking a bottle of mayo over rice and giving it to him. "Ah! You're too kind." With that faint smile of his? That's your motivation. And for those two? They can't help it. Kamui would be after your brain and Sougo would be after Hijikata's life. Overall, Sougo would be personally offended for life, and would be more interfering in this case. But as obvious, none of them care enough to give up. "Mine." "No. Mine." "Neither's." "Ouch".
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Hiii!! u asked for more requests and im kinda here to save u SO OKAY HEAR ME OUT maybe smth with size kink or/and breeding??? U can do anyone u like (from bllk plsss) (Rin. WHO SAID THAT?) (Isagi ๐คคOKAY IN GETTING HACKED??) (Kaiserโฆ ngh1.. IM TROWING MY PHONE AWAY) u dont have to do it if you donโt want to!! have a good day/night :)
He never particularly thought about it before, but now that you tell him, he sees it too. Not that he'd admit. He liked teasing you about how small your hand was compared to his, but that wasn't the extent of his teasing. After all, he was very well endowed. And he secretly found some sadistic pleasure in watching you struggle to take it. The way you'd become a pathetic, whimpering mess beneath him, tears staining that pretty face.
Gripping your legs, spreading them apart while you're writhing under him, nails raking over the tattoo on his arm, he can't help but notice the way his dick lines longer and bigger than your pussy as he presses the tip against your chubby folds, comparing his cock to your tummy. "Look at you pretty, so small." he said, fascinated. "It's..mh..it's so big." you whined when he pushed deeper into your velvety walls, you were struggling to take each and every veiny inch. "Damn right, it's big, liebe." he said cockily, his mind hazy and the veins of his dick twitching when you'd call him big. "M-..Micha. It-..it won't..fit." That caused him to open an eye, a cruel smirk adorning his visage as he whispered, "I'll make it fit, ja?", he held you steadily, shoving his inches into you as you cried out, a mix of pleasure and slight pain, nails digging into his flesh, but he doesn't mind. He had your eyes rolling so far into their sockets that you were discovering new galaxies on the way. He drilled into you so deep, you were sure your sputtered moans could be heard in the whole house. "Look at this little greedy pussy, suckin' me in so eagerly. I'm gonna fuck her so good."
He squeezed your nipples, pinching them as if to keep you awake. You could feel your walls clenching around him, he never failed to make a comment on how big his cock was compared to your pussy. And he realised, well, he did infact have a size kink. Now you knew it too. But no way in hell, would he, the Michael Kaiser would ever admit to having something so ludicrous. But he just loved shoving his length down that cunt just so he could hear your loud gasps, his the veins on his dick twitching at the feeling of your slick walls, the feeling of your nails raking over his skin while he gropes your breasts roughly. He'd wake up to find new tattoos on his back, all red and fine streaks. Tease him about it later to see just how quickly he flips the tables on you, calling you filthy for even thinking of it.
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He himself never knew he had a size kink. He was way too busy to think of lukewarm people stuff. You had mentioned it once or twice, seeing his mannerisms, and he'd blatantly deny it every time. But lately, he'd been involuntarily noticing how small you are compared to him. He can't help but eye the way his hoodie hangs so large and loose over you, and the sight's got him thinking some interesting stuff. But poor boy would soon prove himself wrong.
He's got you under him on the bed. Propped up on his palm as he spreads your legs mindlessly, he can't help but notice, His dick really is kinda big for your pussy. "Fuck..look at that little pussy." Not that he minds. Yes, he'll give you all the preps needed for you to accommodate his size. He pushes in, slow, stretching you out for good, his eyes already rolling back when you struggle to take more than his tip, a string of strangled moans leaving your lips. But he won't be pulling out anytime soon. "You'll take me, right? All of it." And he just sounds so breathless saying it, plunging deeper, forcing you to take him, inch by inch, bottoming out, letting you adjust. "G-..gosh..Rin! C..can't!" you can't help but whimper out, after all, he is stretching you out so much. He just gets harder hearing you tell him that his cock is too big for you. "Oh yeah? Is my dick that big, huh?" he'd whisper in your ear shamelessly. "You shouldn't be complaining. You're already takin' it, babe." He thrusts, his movements rough and paced. He revels in the sounds you make, and he just can't tear those teal eyes away from your pretty little cunt stretching and struggling to take his length. And that's when it strikes him, you were right. He does have a size kink. Not that he'd ever admit how much he loves seeing his dick disappear inside you, how your face twists in pleasure whenever he pushes in all of his length. He thinks it's valid, after all, his dick might be too big for your little pussy. And your suspicions are confirmed, Itoshi Rin has a size kink. Confront him about it later and he'd be a blushing, protesting mess.
Yes. This man has thought about it before. He does have a size kink, and a slight breeding kink to add to it, as if that makes it better. He wants little copies of you and him running around the house. And he knows he's big, he just wants to hear you say it. Though yes, he won't outright admit how nasty he really is.
It starts off simple enough. He's got you under himself as usual after a match, a pillow tucked under your back as you arch it, something he definitely read somewhere because of course, he does and searches up questionable things when he's not solving an infinite pieces jigsaw puzzle in his head about soccer. His blue eyes just rake over your form, how he can pin you down so easily with his hips, how he can easily trap both of your wrists with a single hand of his, how his cock lines up thicker and bigger than your entrance. "What's wrong, love? Too big?" It's his guilty pleasure that he loves absolutely demolishing your pretty little cunt with that big dick of his, while mumbling the most filthy things known to mankind. He's slamming hard, groaning, grunting gruffly all while slurring. "Look at you, taking my cock like the little slut you are." He whispers in your ear, he just can't help it, he gets that tone and that filthy vocabulary on autopilot when he's trying to prove a point, or rather, make one, be it a football field or your damn bed. "I-Isagii...sh-shut up." you can't help but whine, breathlessly, your eyes rolling back as he rams into you, his other hand squeezing your breast. "Mm, 'm sorry pretty, but I'm not lying." soooo fucking cocky with it, like he's purposely trying to break you both physically and mentally with these thrusts and those words. He knows he's kinky, he doesn't need to realise it. He is a little sadistic, he does not care at the moment whether if it hurts or not. He is just reveling in the feeling of being sucked in so sloppily. He pinches your nipples with one hand, lifting your hips up, even above the pillow just so he can hit deeper, make you cry louder. He goes back to being a sweetheart soon enough. Confront him after this and he'll gaslight you like the little fucker he is.
This mf is feral. He does not give two shits about anything. He knows he has the nastiest, most violent size kink, to top it off, a breeding kink too, because nothin's really better than cumming inside his pretty thing. And he doesn't even deny it. He's so outright and vocal about his kinks, very blatantly expressing just how much he enjoys being a fucking brute to your smaller form.
With Shidou, it never starts simple. He'll purposely egg you on to the point you get so hazy and clouded, typical and dying for his dick. He teases you a lot, rubbing the tip of his cock over your clit, over your entrance just until he feels those nails clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline, "Ryuu...come on..ugh.", And he can't help it at that. He lets out a low chuckle, a fairly amused one as he silences you with a finger. "Y'know, you're complaining a lot tonight." His mouth latches onto your nipple, his tongue circling the hardened peak before he pulls back with that deviant grin, "Maybe I should give you a better reason to complain." As he finally pushes in, ramming into you all at once. He looooves when you whine, when tears prick your eyes. He's a little mean about it. He goes feral when you tell him how big he is. He knows how big he is. And he loves when his pretty thing struggles to take him in. "Come on, you can do better than that, right? Look how she's sucking me in. It fits." Horny asf, filthy, devilish, and whatever synonymous adjectives exist, are not yet on par with this man. He gets you in an achingly good mating press, throwing your legs over his shoulder while he plunges deeper, his one hand holding your thigh, and the other holding the bed frame for support, dunno if it's to support him, or the bed. His mouth finds its way back to your breasts, leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere while he's making some infuriating comments about how your stomach protrudes up when he goes in deeper, how his cock is literally and figuratively too big for your weeping cunt. "She ain't ever been fucked this good, ngh. Come on, you'll give me little ones, right?". He's fascinated by the idea of having mini Shidous' or..ankle biters as he'd say, so he won't really cum a single drop outside of you! He doesn't care if you accuse him of having said kinks, he'd literally sit and elaborate why he does.
โฌHe loooves when you ride him. Don't get me wrong, he also loves obliterating your pussy, demolishing and spreading your legs like the great divide when he's on top. But there's just something in the way you ride when he lets you be on top.
Leaning back against the headboard, he's looking at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes that are looking at you so intensely, filled with love and desire. He loves it, seeing you become a desperate whimpering mess, just eager to please him and get yourself off as you bounce relentlessly on his thick cock. "Look at you.. you're doing such a-..ngh, good job." His nails dig into your waist, guiding your movements when your pace falters, his hips slamming up when he feels that his dick isn't going deep enough. You swear you were ascending as soon as you felt the veins of his cock twitching when you were bouncing. His heavy gaze just watches you as you slam your pussy on his dick, over and over, rolling your hips to get in those angles as a string of whimpers, moans and strangled noises leave your lips. There's just something that gets him even more feral is how he is literally fighting back his demons, controlling his urge to just flip you over right now and take you, no, ravish you as you oh so desperately grip his shoulders for support, your pretty nails he paid an absurdly high amount for, scratching, bruising and digging into his skin, raking over his chest and shoulders, which is sure to leave marks he'll have to put a shirt on, tomorrow.
He loves the feeling of your warm, wet and velvety pussy enveloping his cock. His eyes darting between your pussy eagerly taking him in, to your head that is thrown back, eyes rolling so far in as you moan out his name over and over again, to your breasts bouncing, heaving with each movement, each thrust. He lets out a string of filthy curses no soul should hear, mumbling sinful, dirty things in your ear like it's nectar. His hand that was on your hip, moves to your throat when you stop, even if just to catch your breath, "Don't stop, sweetheart. Keep fucking yourself. We're not done yet." He wouldn't necessarily choke you violently, but just enough to get your focus back on him, before he throws his own head back, occasionally groping your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples, silently telling you to pick up your pace. You were taking his cock in, balls deep, forcing yourself to hit all your g-spots. He bites your neck, struggling to keep his own cool, leaving red, damn visible marks which will definitely turn purple tomorrow morning. When he feels your walls clenching around him, he rammed his hips up, slamming into you a little rougher. Don't worry, he will make you cum on his cock. And he'd have you ride him through it. Over, and over again, until something in his hay-wired mind finally snaps and he flies you across the bed, for a little "change". "My turn." Is all you'd hear before you ascend to a new galaxy.โก
He wasn't gonna beg, he swore. Never would you have him on his knees, he thought. But here he was, on his knees, whimpering for a taste when you're dripping, and when you finally let him, he's gonna show you how much of a grave mistake you've made. He throws your legs over his shoulder, spreading your thighs apart, nails digging into them as if they personally offended him, but he'd kiss each and every mark. His slender, deft digits thrust into your pussy, in, out, in, out, making you cry in pleasure, he brings those fingers near his lips teasingly, sucking every wet inch clean. "Darling, you've had your fun." And you know you fucked up in the best way possible.
He shoves his face in, his tongue aggressively sliding over, licking every inch, ever fold, wiping off every slick as if he was trying his hardest to reclaim his supposed dominance. "Ah-! Oh god-..Isagi-..not so fast," you'd moan to no avail, but the way you say his name, his mind goes hazy, thickly clouded with lust as his tongue plunges into your hole, thrusting so deep and hard, you could only clench the sheets, moaning loud. "(Y/n), hold on." He says after like an hour, when you're trembling, legs weak and numb, and he's still fucking you through his tongue. He'd make you cum so hard when he finally lets you release that knot in your stomach, and he'll lick and swallow everything up like a starved man. Holding your thighs, steadying you, he'd whisper in your ear mockingly, "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Well, I'm not nearly finished." Mean, so mean in the best way possible. And you know it's a long night. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard, nibbling with his teeth as you cry out to him, he teases you, does you for so long, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You're signed up for this, 25/8. Wake up to find everything cleaned up and him snuggled in your arms like he didn't just demolish you.
Kicking off his cleats, he's so wide-eyed when you spread yourself on display for him, cheeks flushing up in an instant as he gazes at you dripping down for him. So hard to believe, something just awakened inside of him, while something else just snapped. His eyes all starry, mouth parched as he steps towards you, climbing on the bed in an instant."Oh god.." He mutters under his breath, eyes flicking to you for a silent agreement before he eagerly spreads your thighs apart, shoving his face in between. He slides his tongue over your folds, tasting you, he lets out sounds of satisfaction before shoving his face deeper with the widest grin he's ever flashed, nails digging into your thighs as he licks each and every drop of slick, swallowing it like a supper. He pushes his tongue deeper, making you gasp."F-..ugh, ..M-..Meguru-!", His eyes roll back when you moan his name. "Mmf..(y/n). So good. Hold on a little longer." He digs his nails deeper, steadying you as he'd groan into your pussy, the slides of his tongue becoming increasingly harder to keep up with, both his and your mind going hazy. His chin is dripping with your fluids, his bangs falling over his eyes as he sucks your clit so deviously, his lips carved into that signature grin, he isn't letting go anytime soon. "I'm skipping practice, babe." He says in a breathless whisper. He'd apologize so sweetly, as if he never did anything.
He has no cool to begin with. He's feral from the start. He'd whisper filthy things in your ear till you finally spread yourself for him, soaked and ready. "Pretty baby, spread a little wider." He'd mewl in your ear very purposefully, practically spreading your thighs to their very limit, then throwing them over his shoulder, shoving his fingers in, stretching you out hastily. "Ryu-! Ugh! Ryu, slow down!" , He'd smirk so wide, raising an eyebrow as he sucks his fingers clean."Oh, slow down?" He'd shove his face down so smugly, not at all slow. His tongue is long. Very. He slides it across the folds deftly, exploring each and every inch, collecting every last drop like a thirsty man. He has no chill. As soon as he's done, he'd fuck you with his tongue. "So fucking sweet. I'm gonna eat her out so fucking good." Has a thing for whispering the filthiest things while he's working. Vocal, might sometimes mock your moans if you get too loud, but when you moan his name, he gets dizzy. He loves when you grip his hair desperately. He bites your clit. Yes. Mf bites until you moan loud. So devious, so rough, and he knows it. Will make you cum and clean up every bit of it. "Pretty babe, ya gonna let me eat her again, right?" You don't know how many times you've heard that already. He'd clean everything with his tongue and get you McDonalds as soon as he's done.
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โฌ Mr. Nonchalant is very chalant.
The bag drops from his hand when he sees you on his bed, and surprisingly, his eyes don't land on the ruined sheets of his bed, but rather, the sigh before him, you, all wet and dripping for him. He presses his lips, heat rushing through his body before he takes a slow exhale, his cheeks flushed up as he walks towards you. His eyes widen just by seeing how wet you are, "Sae..gym?", You tease him, all he can mutter is a broken "Are you serious? What gym?" He'd say and without a warning, he'd lean in, spreading your thighs before his fingers spread your pussy lips open, his tongue latching onto your clit, nibbling and sucking like he just discovered food. All that Itoshi Sae elegance and calm is thrown out the window, he's whimpering, he thinks it's pathetic, but all he can focus on right now is how you taste, so sweet, so wet, sticky, and how your fingers holding his head, shoving him deeper desperately. "(Y/n)..stay still.", He whispers, holding your thighs steady, his teeth grazing your clit. His tongue has been in there for so long, you've fallen apart like thrice, but he doesn't care. He hasn't had his fill yet. "Fuck yeah. I need more." Even during your orgasm, his soft tongue collects every drop of slick, pushing deep into the hole, pulling back, and repeating until you fall apart one last time. Which isn't gonna be the last yet for sure. Don't worry, he's already got some Michelin Star restaurant reservations for when you wake up.
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โฌ Rich boy? Begging to have a taste.
"Please...can I do it now?", He's a mess for a long time when you tease him, his eyes half lidded when you're sprawled out on the sheets, ruining the expensive fabric, it only turns him on. When you finally give him a nod of approval, he's quick to make you pay back. Looming over you, lean, strong arms caging you down on the bed before he spreads you open. His hair is tied back neatly, he needs no distractions. He plunges his face in, lips closing around your clit, his movements now taunting yet pleasurable. He sucks, sucks and sucks until you moan, clutching the sheets. "R-..ah! Reo-..slow down." He doesn't. He gives you a half smirk, "It's my time to have fun now, love. You've been at it for long enough." He bites, nibbling so good, you might go numb soon. He plunges his tongue deep in, pulling out, going in, until he draws out your orgasm, and he'll clean it all up with his tongue. "So sweet, honey. But you gotta hold it. I'm not done yet." And it's true. He'd do you over and over again until you realise why it's wrong to tease him. Nails digging into your plush thighs, tongue vigorously plunging in so deep you moan louder, his name leaving your lips like a desperate prayer. Got your knees giving up, but he's not done. Passed out on him? You'd wake up all clean, draped in silk, on fresh sheets.
โฌ Just showered the dirt off. But down to get dirty again.
He just walked out from the shower, dripping with water, a silky towel loosely draped around his waist as he ran a hand through his damp hair, before he laid his eyes on you. Sprawled out on his bed, legs spread just right for him, dripping down on his expensive satin sheets, and for once, he doesn't care. He'd practically yeet himself off the floor, landing straight between your legs, he'd shoot you a mocking look to retain the semblance of control, "Really? After I just showered, Schatz?" But he's quick to shove his fingers in, spreading you so good before he sucks his fingers clean, teasing you. So mean. "Yeah? Look at you..so dripping wet. Ruining my sheets. I've gotta clean this up."
He says, his face already between your sopping cunt as he spreads your thighs apart, already throwing those over his sturdy shoulders, wiping ever inch clean, exploring each and every fold like a newly handsewn suit, when he's done wiping you clean, he'd bite your clit, drawing out those moans, he tries, tries to be teasing, battling his inner demons, trying not to show his desperate self, but when you go, "Mm..Micha-.. fuck..Michael!", He's gone. Dead. Feral.
His tongue vigorously circles, traces your clit, before he stuffs it deep into you, fucking you with his tongue all deep and hasty. "Yeah.. that's it. You're holding on so good for me." He practically moans in your ear, nails digging into your plush thighs. Emperor? He's a pleaser now. He'd make you cum on his tongue, and he'll fuck you through the orgasm, loving the way he feels so dizzy and your mind goes hazy as you hold his head, tangling your fingers in those luscious silky strands. His chin is dripping as he looks at you, his eyes half lidded and clouded, "One more round, I swear, liebling." That's the biggest, yet sweetest lie ever. Shower it is again, but with you.
He's got you caged, writhing on the bed already, strong, lean arms caging you as you drip down on the mattress. He slides his two, deft and slender digits in your cunt, spreading it, collecting slick before he brings it to his lips, tasting you, sucking his fingers clean. "Mmh..so fucking good." He can't help but shove his face down eagerly, his soft tongue circling your clit skillfully, collecting all the wetness between your folds, he makes great noises. Burying his face deep, practically fucking you with his tongue, his finger nails deep into your thighs as he nibbles on your clit like a starved man. "Yeah? You like that, huh?" You desperately cling to his head, hands clutching strands of his long, silky hair. Normally, he wasn't a fan of letting anyone touch his hair, but Oh god, he loved when you were so desperate, tangling your fingers in strands of his hair, he'd lick over and over, tongue gliding over your slit, spreading your thighs apart like a rift. "..Ngh..pretty babe, you're so sweet.", He'd moan, refusing to look up from your weeping cunt, "Ahh-...Chigiriโ", He thrives on your moans, it's a sign to keep going. By the time he's done, you're wiped clean.
โฌHe reaches home, tired after a shoot, exhaustion clouding his mind, twisting the doorknob open, he needs something to eat. Eat. You.
He's sooo polite, always asks you shyly, glasses tossed away carelessly because he knows what you want. "Sweetheart, May I?" When he sees you all spread out for him, slick dripping out and he can barely hold himself back, when you let him, he'll go feral. So feral, but will always make sure you're in pleasure before him. He starts off slow, teasing yet appreciative glides of his tongue between your folds, your mewls and breathy moans are his fuel, "Fuck...(y/n).." He cusses when you dig your nails into his shoulder, he spreads your thighs apart, gripping onto them for sanity, his finger nails dug, but not so much to hurt you. "So, so wet." He'd tease you, his tongue vigorously circling your clit until he makes you see clouds, he's been at it for hours, rolling his tongue with a rhythmic pace, and he'd still look so angelic, even while doing something so filthy. "You taste so sweet, my love." Praises, praises and praises. He'd go feral when you moan, "K-..kenyu..ngh..oh god-..", holding your thighs tighter as you bury his face deeper in your cunt, pushing deeper until he forgets he's really a pacifist. Oh god, did you faint on him?
โฌHe'd been at it the whole day, playing games on his phone as he had nothing to do, so you distracted him. He is parched.
Now, Nagi gets serious eating pussy. All that lazy, always exhausted persona shattered at the sight of you leaking, all ready for him. "Sweet. I win thrice in a row and this is my reward?" Throws away his phone like an abandoned child, climbing over to you like the little demon he is. He'd mess with you a little, until he's a mess. He's wrecked, head buried into your cunt like he owes you rent, his soft tongue collecting slick so hastily. His fingernails dig so deep into your plush thighs, it's sure to leave some marks, and don't worry, he'd kiss them very apologetically later. "Just..just a little more." He's been going at it, long, hasty, deep and purposeful, he groans, so desperate, so needy, so thirsty. His mind is hazy, like he just found what water is, he felt as if he never had tasted something so sweet before. He's so messy with it, spilling it over in greed, but he sure cleans it all up, with his tongue. His bangs fall infront of his eyes, messy. He doesn't care enough to move them away, you'd have to. He'd play with your clit until you beg him, "Ugh...se-..seishiro-..!", "Hush, you're not finished." He's determined to make you cum, and he will do it over and over again. His teeth would graze over your clit until you're digging the sheets, squealing. Shit. Did he mute the voice chat?
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โฌ Post-match dessert, in his locker room.
He's got you backed up against a wall, teal eyes watching the mesmerizing sight before himโyou, all wet and dripping for him. He doesn't waste time, eagerly lifting your leg up and sliding it over his shoulder as he knelt before you, fingers spreading your cunt before he shoves his face in it like he owns it, which, he kind of does. He slides his tongue in, collecting the wetness, deftly exploring each and every intricate fold of your pussy like it's art. It's amusing how he can treat you like you're divine and also treat you like you're a slut in just a span of a few slides of his tongue. "Mm..you done pushing? I need more." When he's done licking the slick clean, he fucks you with his tongue, rolling, pushing his tongue like you owe it shelter, his hands digging your thighs, keeping you stable as your knees weaken. He's quick to nibble and graze your clit with his teeth, he'd eat you so good, you can't help but cum. And he'd fuck you with his tongue during your high. He'd wrap his lips around your clit, soon biting it, until you weakly try to push him away, but you only manage to get the bangs out of his eyes. Oh, he's nowhere near done yet, baby. He's been at it for an hour or so, "Ri-..ah-.. Are you-... serious?", "Can't even say my name, huh? I'll have to do you more till you say it."
