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𓍼ོ inexperienced!reader sucking dad’s best friend!toji’s dick for the first time

you kneel between toji’s spread thighs on his living room floor, the tv light bouncing low with hue of some old game in the background.

his cock is thick and heavy in your shaky hand, the vein along the underside pulsing as you lean in and wrap your lips around the head for the first time. “mhm,” you hear your dad’s best friend hum.

when it slips into your mouth, it tastes salty and warm, bigger than you expected, already stretching your mouth.

you suck gently, eyes flicking up to his face, hoping for some sign that you are not messing this up completely.

toji leans back against the couch, one big hand resting on the back of your head, his green eyes half lidded with that lazy smirk.

“fuck, baby, don’t choke,” he mutters when you try to take more and your throat tightens around him.

you pull back a little, coughing softly, spit already slicking your chin. “am i… doing it right?” you whisper, voice small and uncertain.

he laughs, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and making his abs flex under that dark trail of hair.

“yeah,” then bunch of words follow when you hollow your cheeks, a slurping sound engulfing you both.

“you’re doing it.. fuck— right”

“smart girl.”

“…just like that.”

“slow and wet. feels good.”

encouraged, you dip down again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue pressing flat along the bottom. but you push too far too fast, and your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat.

“easy,” he growls, but his fingers tighten in your hair anyway. “you gonna choke on it.”

another laugh escapes him, this one darker, as you try to breathe through your nose. before you can pull off, he guides you down firmly, pushing until your nose brushes right against that coarse trail of hair at the base of him. your throat spasms around the thick length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he holds you there for a long second, savoring the tight heat.

“there we go,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “good girl. take it all for me.”

he finally lets you up just enough to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock, before he pushes you right back down again. his laughter mixes with a groan as you struggle so prettily around him.

lilithkleia

i’m so easy it’s no longer funny. toji one chance. i beg

hotties4gojo

hit my phone

⋆˚꩜｡ gf!yuki x reader ⋮ MDNI 18+, fem!reader, smut, some humor, canon jujutsu universe, sexting, sending videos, masturbation, voice kink, buff yuki agenda, nipple piercings, 🐱 spanking

a/n: there was not a single non-homosexual thought in my head while writing this #FUCKMEYUKI!!! masterlist. divider © pixopix, fanart © papernstory

I have a feeling, you think as you stare at the temptation singing its siren song on your screen at the ripe time of 12:03am, that I'm about to be screaming and moaning and throwing up over my girl.

A typical reaction to the brainy and brawny beauty of a cherub that is Tsukumo Yuki. She could be Aphrodite herself for all you know, with a hand of sculpted marble delicately outstretched and another gently parting her legs, inviting her worshippers to gaze at her in all of her divinity.

If the not-so-sly little comment she paired in with the attachment— "wish it was you touching me ;(" — hadn't been enough to get you worked up, the preview image of the damning video sitting on your phone has your legs instinctively welding shut like a steel trap, pressing some friction over your cunt to stem the sudden ache.

Shirt all racked up in the most classic of thirst trap poses, except instead of looking like a try-hard uncouth frat boy, the tease of it bunched atop her pierced breasts— no bra, holy shit, boobs, you're dizzy— is the playfully languid kind of provocation that Yuki excels at. A bit like a lioness in heat lying on its stomach, haunches high, the suggestion alone more intoxicating than anything overt could be. Her stomach and breasts take up the center of the frame— a Pandora's Box not of horrors, but of everything you could ever want in this world.

God, how you want to paint her tanned, bunched abdominals with your tongue and teeth…

The eagerly buzzing lust already spiking your clit has you tapping play on the video before you can think any harder on it, reduced to a mere slave to your own desires rather than the strong sorceress you pride yourself on being, already hunching over your screen with your teeth sawing over your bottom lip.

One second in, and you know you're in for a treat of the ages.

bloomflix

MY BOOKS AND VERSUS MY MAN !

abstract. why pay attention to your smutty books when your man can just recreate your favorite scenes with you instead? <3

ft. michael kaiser, bunny iglesias, vivien hugo, sae itoshi

cw. requested ; smut: mirror sex, creampies, marathon sëx, edging, bondage (using a belt (?)), making a tape — #unedited

aniyaps: consider this the long overdue 1k celebration + posting this in time for my 19th ! yippee ◡̈

⊹ ࣪ ˖ michael kaiser

kaiser was mad. not for the obvious reasons like yoichi somehow managing to irk him at practice again, rather you. obviously he's not pissed or enraged, rather just annoyed... and sexually frustrated.

"darling... having fun?" — "mhm..."

here he was, getting ready for you and taking his sweet-ass time in the shower to probably have some intimacy with his beloved girlfriend, and there you were, reading another goddamn book with your legs crossed and you just biting your lower lip.

he wasn’t one to really be verbally expressive when it came to his feelings, but he missed you. ever since moving to madrid to play for re al, he wants to take advantage of his short vacation in berlin to see you and possibly spend some time with you… and have some fun.

but what the hell were you doing?!

kaiser wasn't one to really judge your interests or hobbies but here he was, smelling and feeling and looking fucking fantastic and ready for you to fuck and pounce on him, and there you were, looking like you were getting horny over words on a shitty piece of fucking paper on a shitty book?

"what the hell are you even reading? what the fuck is that?" — "a book, mihya. you read them all the time."

moonlightengel

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

I don't typically post on tumblr so if you'd like to see updates and more drawings, follow my TikTok _moonlightengel_

zenbabyy

promise me?

pairing // toxic!fratkuna x fem!reader

warnings // 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, slight cum play ig, soft sukuna, depression, angst w/ comfort, he's likes your bush, mdni!!

word count: 7.8k

author's note: thank you all for waiting for part three, i hope you like it :)

part 1 | part 2

Warm sunlight spills across your skin as you blink lazily against the brightness.

The first thing you feel is the familiar weight of an arm draped over your waist.

You smile to yourself before you've even opened your eyes completely, instinctively scooting backward until your back presses against his chest. He lets out a quiet hum of approval, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his arm tightens around you.

You can hear the birds outside the bedroom window, the distant hum of cars somewhere below, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

For a while, neither of you moves.

There was never any rush on mornings like these.

Eventually, his fingers lazily trace small circles against your stomach before sliding lower to intertwine with yours. You turn your head just enough for him to press a sleepy kiss against your temple.

Another follows your cheek.

Then your jaw.

Until you're laughing quietly, trying to push him away while he ignores every half-hearted attempt.

The room feels warm.

Safe.

Like nothing bad could ever happen.

...

Your eyes flutter open.

The room is silent.

Your hand instinctively reaches across the other side of the bed, searching for a warmth that had disappeared long before you woke.

You sigh quietly and roll onto your back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It had been almost six months since Sukuna broke things off.

Six months since you lost a piece of yourself.

You glance over at the clock on your nightstand.

5:07 a.m.

Too early for anyone to be awake, but sleep had become a rare luxury these days.

Today would have been your third anniversary.

You couldn't help but think back to all the conversations you'd had during your first year together—the ones where the future seemed so certain. You'd spent hours lying tangled together in bed, talking about everything you were going to do once college was over. Traveling the world, meeting each other's families.

Getting an apartment together.

Getting married.

If only your past self could see you now.

Maybe she’d do things differently…

You sluggishly push yourself up, your bare feet sinking into the carpet before you make your way out of your room.

The dorm is quiet.

You make your way to the bathroom, peeling your clothes off with movements that feel heavier than they should before stepping beneath the spray of warm water.

It takes a while for you to do anything other than stand there, your forehead resting against the cool tile as the water runs over your skin, washing away two days' worth of exhaustion without ever quite touching the ache settled somewhere much deeper.

When you finally step back into your room, you pull on an old pair of sweats and a loose tshirt— his tshirt... before letting the damp towel fall onto the floor. Your hair drips onto your shoulders as you pass the mirror, catching your reflection only long enough to notice how unfamiliar you look.

At some point you'd stopped caring.

The makeup brushes scattered across your vanity sat untouched beneath a thin layer of dust; your perfumes remained lined up exactly where you'd left them months ago, and the little jewelry dish that used to empty every morning now stayed full, each necklace and ring waiting patiently for a version of you that never came back.

There was a time when getting ready had been your favorite part of the day.

You let yourself fall backward onto the bed, pulling the comforter over your body until only the faint glow from your iPad remained visible. You stayed like that for the entire morning, intent on hiding yourself away from the world until the day finally passed.

Criminal Minds had been playing for hours, episodes rolling into one another without you remembering a single plotline, the familiar voices filling your room just enough to keep the silence from becoming unbearable.

Eventually, you reach over and pause it.

The room falls quiet again.

Your phone is already in your hand before you really think about it, your thumb hovering over your photo album for longer than reasonable.

You know exactly what waits behind that little icon.

You know how this ends every single time.

Still, the album opens beneath your fingertips with the ease of muscle memory, and before long you're scrolling through the photos you'd promised yourself weeks ago you would delete, searching them with the quiet desperation of someone afraid memory might one day fail them.

You'd become terrified of forgetting him.

The curl of his upper lip when he was scolding you. The way he'd lean against doorframes with his arms crossed whenever he was waiting for you to finish getting ready. The tired look in his eyes after he'd stayed up too late.

You found yourself studying each picture a little longer than the last, as though if you looked hard enough, you could somehow memorize him all over again before life stole something else you weren't ready to lose.

You scroll slowly, your thumb dragging lazily across the screen as a familiar weight settles into your bones.

Missing him felt cruel somehow, like it was another thing you hadn't earned. Every time your heart reached for him, your guilt was already there to meet it, quietly reminding it that none of this would've happened if you'd just been…different.

You stop on a picture you'd taken while he was asleep.

You remembered laughing to yourself after you took it, careful not to wake him as you tucked yourself a little closer into his side before turning the camera around. You'd been wearing the biggest, most obnoxious grin, so ridiculously proud of yourself for finally catching him off guard after months of him threatening to throw your phone across the room every time you pointed it at him.

He'd complained about pictures constantly, muttering under his breath that they were stupid, that nobody needed fifty photos of the same damn thing, but he never actually stopped you.

Looking back now, you couldn't remember a single time he genuinely told you no.

A faint smile finds its way onto your lips as you swipe to the next picture.

He was halfway through a bowl of udon, cheeks full as he glared at you from across the table while you laughed so hard the photo came out slightly blurry. You could still remember him pointing his chopsticks at you afterward, the way his voice sounded when it was muffled by the food in his mouth. Five minutes later, he was begging to finish yours too.

The smile barely had time to settle before it slipped away.

Your thumb stopped over the next photograph, your stomach sinking as you stared at it a little longer.

It was one of the few pictures the two of you had actually posed for together.

You'd only been exclusive for a couple of months then.

The blunt had been passed back and forth until it was nothing more than ash, the conversation drifting from stupid jokes to long stretches of comfortable silence while the wind tugged gently at your clothes.

You remembered thinking he'd gone unusually quiet before he finally looked over at you, like he suddenly wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.

Then he asked you to be his girlfriend.

You were surprised, honestly. You'd never imagined someone like Sukuna could get nervous, but there he was, a faint flush dusting his cheeks as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, his usual bite nowhere to be found.

The second you said yes, the tension seemed to melt right out of him. His shoulders loosened with relief before he stepped forward and kissed you.

Some woman passing by must've noticed because she'd smiled at the two of you and insisted on taking a picture.

You'd agreed immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as you pressed your chest into his side, the last of the evening sun casting everything in a warm golden glow. You were looking straight at the camera, smiling so brightly your cheeks almost hurt.

He didn’t look. Instead, his eyes were on you.

Your thumb lingered over the picture, tracing the outline of his face.

You let out a slow breath, your throat tightening.

God, you missed him so fucking much.

You locked your phone and tossed it onto the bed before dragging both hands over your face, willing yourself to breathe through the discomfort before another wave of tears could find you.

You'd promised yourself you weren't going to cry over him anymore, but every time you looked at his pictures, your resolve crumbled so quickly you hardly noticed until your vision blurred all over again.

You stayed there for a long while, curled beneath the blankets as the room settled into an uneasy silence around you. The faint hum of the air conditioner drifted through the dorm while sunlight crept slowly across the floor, inching closer to your bed with every passing minute until it warmed your sock-covered feet.

You watched it absentmindedly, letting the hours slip by without paying them much attention, hoping that if you stayed still long enough your heart might eventually grow tired of hurting.

With a quiet sigh, you forced yourself upright and pulled on your shoes before shrugging into your hoodie, tugging the sleeves over your hands as you stepped out into the hallway.

You hadn't planned on going anywhere today, but your feet carried you onward anyway, moving with a certainty your mind couldn't seem to match.

The bus ride passed in much the same haze.

Buildings gave way to open stretches of road as the familiar scenery rolled past the window, your gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass while your thoughts wandered where you kept telling yourself not to go.

Nearly thirty minutes later, you stepped off onto the gravel shoulder and made your way down the narrow dirt path.

The wind greeted you first, carrying the sharp scent of saltwater through the air as it rustled the tall grass growing along the edge of the cliffs.

Everything looked exactly as you remembered it.

It wasn't until you stopped walking that you fully realized where you'd come.

The place where your entire relationship had begun.

You settled against the weathered wooden fence, your gaze drifting across the ocean as the evening sun dipped lower towards the horizon. The breeze carried gently over your face, and for a moment, everything felt exactly as it had before.

It was comforting…yet unbearable.

You drew in a slow breath, but it did nothing to ease the sting gathering behind your eyes.

You had so many regrets.

There were days when they settled calmly in the back of your mind, and you were able to ignore them enough to function.

Then there were days like today, where they seemed to press against your ribs with every breath, making it impossible to think about anything else.

You wished you could go back to the point where everything started to change. To the version of yourself that hadn't yet let every fear, every insecurity, every old wound convince you that the person standing in front of you was eventually going to disappoint you just like the ones before him.

Somewhere along the way you'd stopped letting him love you, choosing instead to test it over and over until there was nothing left to prove.

You knew, logically, that the end of your relationship hadn't rested entirely on your shoulders. But standing there, looking out over the place where it had all started, logic didn't seem to matter very much.

Your mind wandered back to every argument you'd started, every time you'd pushed him away only to see if he’d come back, every cruel word spoken out of spite and jealousy.

You thought about how many times he'd looked at you with tired eyes and chosen to stay anyway, working tirelessly to chip away at the walls you'd built around yourself, never once asking you to tear them down all at once. He wanted to give you the world. Kept trying to prove himself to you.

And god... did he really try.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as a few silent tears slipped down your cheeks, the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs below filling the space as you mourned the loss of your love.

By the time your tears finally began to slow, the sleeves of your hoodie were damp where you'd wiped at your face over and over again. You let out an unsteady breath before turning toward the old wooden staircase, carefully making your way down the weathered steps as they groaned softly beneath your weight.

Your eyes stayed fixed on your footing, avoiding the splintered boards and patches of rot that had grown worse over the years.

The last step creaked beneath your shoe.

You lifted your head.

Dark eyes met yours.

The world seemed to stop all at once as the two of you stared across the small platform, surprise settling over both of your faces.

Sukuna sat rigid on the old bench, shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets like he was bracing himself.

A sharp rush of heat flooded your body, stealing the air from your lungs. Your pulse thundered in your ears, thoughts slipping away as your body struggled to catch up with what your eyes were seeing.

Shit.

You turned on instinct, desperate to leave before you broke down in front of him.

Before you could make it more than a step up the old wooden staircase, his voice called out from behind you, stopping you in your tracks.

"Wait."

Your breathing turned uneven as you squeezed your eyes shut, every part of you wanting to hide yourself away.

Looking at him felt impossible, but somehow walking away felt even worse.

So, slowly, you turned.

The moment your eyes met his, a rush of adrenaline shot through you.

He looked…sad… and for a second neither of you seemed capable of saying anything.

"I, uh..." he started, his face flushing as his eyes lingered on yours. "I was gonna leave... you stay."

You could only stare at him.

Your fingers twitched at your sides before curling into your palms, reminding yourself that you didn't have the right to reach for him anymore.

"It's okay..." you whispered, your tongue feeling bulky in your mouth.

Silence settled between you once more before his gaze drifted back toward the ocean, leaving nothing but the sound of the waves filling the space between you.

"You, uh..." his throat bobbed as he swallowed, "you wanna sit with me for a bit?"

The hesitation in his voice pulled you back three years, to the same nervous man who could barely look you in the eye when he'd asked you to be his.

"Sure..." you answered quietly.

You made your way over to the bench and sat beside him, leaving a polite space between you.

It felt strange.

This day last year you were tucked beneath his arm without a second thought, and now neither of you seemed to know how to exist in the same space.

The wind drifted through the cliffs, carrying the sounds of the seagulls gliding above you two. You both sat quietly, watching the water catch the last of the evening light.

"So..." he said after a while, his voice deeper than you remembered, "how've... uh... how've things been?"

You didn't answer right away.

Your eyes stayed on the ocean as you searched for something that wouldn't sound absolutely pathetic.

"It's been okay."

He could hear the lie as soon as it left your mouth.

What else were you supposed to tell him? That you'd spent months feeling like half of yourself had disappeared the night he left you?

A quiet breath left your nose, almost sounding like a laugh if someone wasn't listening closely.

He didn't push.

The two of you simply watched the sun sink lower, the sky slowly melting into soft shades of gold, crimson, and violet as thin clouds stretched and blurred across the horizon, drifting slowly overhead.

"I wanted to apologize..." he said quietly. "...for how I treated you the last time—"

"You don't have to apologize," you interrupted, your voice barely above a whisper, "I deserved it."

His jaw tightened.

He wet his lips, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon as the breeze stirred the loose strands of his hair.

He knew better than to look at you for too long. He knew every time he did, whatever resolve he had slipped through his fingers like sand.

"You didn't deserve that..." he said after a moment, the words leaving him with a shake of his head.

You don’t respond to that.

"I..." your voice caught almost immediately, forcing you to swallow around the tightness, "I'm sorry Sukuna."

His head snapped toward you.

In the whole two and a half years with you, he couldn't remember a single time you'd actually apologized.

You kept your eyes lowered, your fingers twisting together in your lap as you gathered the courage to keep going.

"I..." you took a shaky breath, "I was a terrible girlfriend."

His brows drew together as he looked at you properly for the first time since you sat down.

You looked different.

No pretty earrings…no dainty necklace...

Your face was bare, your eyes tired.

His gaze drifted lower before settling on your hands, where your fingers nervously worried at the promise ring he'd given you on your first anniversary, now resting on your middle finger.

His chest tightened so sharply it almost hurt.

His hands curled into fists inside the pocket of his hoodie, the only thing stopping him from reaching across the bench and pulling you back into his arms.

He knew this was a bad idea.

The second he'd seen you making your way down the old wooden staircase, he'd almost convinced himself he was imagining things.

For a brief, impossible moment, it had felt like the breakup never happened, like you were simply coming to meet him the way you always used to.

"I was so mean to you... and I was so toxic," you continued, your voice beginning to tremble, "I don't know why I'm like this…"

The tears came before you could stop them.

"I've been so scared of getting hurt... of being vulnerable… that I just kept pushing you away." your words caught on uneven breaths as you struggled to keep yourself together, "...I wish I would've been different."

You shook your head, wiping hastily at your face with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"I wanted to be different for you so bad, Sukuna."

Only then did you finally look at him.

The regret in your eyes hit him harder than any argument the two of you had ever had, and for once, he realized you looked just as exhausted as he felt.

"I didn't deserve you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, "I'm just... so fucking sorry…"

His heart broke all over again.

"I know." he answered.

The words sounded harsher than he'd meant them to, and he let out a slow breath, dragging a hand roughly through his hair before dropping it back into his lap.

His jaw stayed clenched, his foot tapping restlessly against the dirt as he searched for the right thing to say.

"It wasn't all your fault." he admitted after a long moment, his eyes falling back to the scenary, where the last of the sunlight danced across the water, "I was an asshole... and I was always too aggressive."

You shook your head, ready to argue, but he didn't give you the chance.

"I was." he looked at you then, his expression leaving no room for debate.

Your gaze fell back on the water, his words settling somewhere deep inside you.

It wasn't all your fault.

The thought felt foreign.

"Maybe..." he let out a quiet breath, "...maybe we were cursed from the start."

You frowned, turning the words over in your mind as the breeze picked up.

"I just want you to know that, despite every mistake I made..." your voice softened as you looked back at him, "...I've never loved anyone as much as I love you."

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, blinking quickly before a quiet sniffle escaped him.

"Yeah..." he cleared his throat, his voice rough.

The word settled sharply in your heart.

A small part of you had waited— hoped— for him to say it back, but you swallowed the disappointment before it found its way onto your face.

"Well..." you let out a shaky breath as you pushed yourself to your feet, "...I should probably get going before it gets too dark."

You brushed the dirt from the back of your sweats before tucking your hands into the pocket of your hoodie, letting your eyes linger on him for just a moment longer.

"I’m glad I got to see you, Sukuna."

With that, you turned and slowly made your way back toward the staircase, each step creaking softly beneath your feet.

Sukuna watched you walk away, his eyes lingering on your retreating figure long after you'd stopped looking back.

Every instinct in him screamed to go after you, to say something— anything —that might keep you from running away, but the quieter part of him kept reminding him why he'd let you go in the first place.

Memories surfaced one after another.

You cussing him out and demanding to go through his phone. You getting wasted and flirting with every guy who gave you a second glance.

The sound of his car door slamming after he'd driven you home from yet another argument...

…The meals you'd always have waiting for him after a long day at work...

The absentminded way you'd trace your fingers over his tattoos whenever he laid against your chest.

How you'd looked at him, as though every rough edge he carried was simply another part of him worth loving.

Nobody had ever done that before...

A sharp curse tore from him as he shoved himself off the bench, the motion abrupt, restless… like staying still for even a second longer would suffocate him.

He didn’t bother with the stairs properly—taking them two at a time, nearly missing his footing in his haste. By the time he reached the top, you were already halfway down the road, shoulders hunched.

His feet moved faster than his thoughts could catch up, carrying him forward before he had the chance to stop himself.

“Hey!” he shouted, voice rough, louder than he meant it to be, cutting through the calmness and drawing a few startled glances from nearby bystanders as he closed the distance between you in long, urgent strides.

You turned at the sound of his voice, confusion barely having time to cross your face before he reached you and pulled you into his arms, crushing your body against his.

You froze the moment his arms closed around you, a surprised huff leaving your lungs as you stood there for a second, too stunned to move.

Then you melted into him.

Your fingers bunched the fabric of his hoodie as you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, burying your face against his warmth as months of grief came spilling out all at once.

He held you closer, his chin resting lightly against the top of your head as he closed his eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of your conditioner he'd spent months trying to forget.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice rough against your hair.

You could only shake your head.

The words were there somewhere, caught behind the lump in your throat, but every time you tried to speak, another sob took their place.

When he finally leaned back, his hands lingered at your waist before slowly finding your face, his palms warm against your tear-stained cheeks. His eyes wandered over your features quietly, as though trying to memorize you all over again, before he leaned forward and kissed you with a gentleness you'd never felt from him before.

You kissed him back without thinking.

When your lips finally parted, he rested his forehead against yours for the briefest moment before taking a small step back.

Your fingers instinctively caught the front of his hoodie, and the look that crossed your face made his heart hurt.

You looked terrified he'd disappear the second you let go.

“Will you come home with me?” he asks quickly, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

You blinked before giving a small nod, your thoughts racing with implications of his request.

You didn't know if he wanted you back or if this was simply one last night before the two of you finally let each other go, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

If he was the one asking, you'd go anywhere.

The walk back to his car passed in silence, neither of you quite knowing what to say.

He opened the passenger door before reaching across to buckle your seatbelt, the movement so automatic neither of you acknowledged it, and for a fleeting moment it felt as though the last six months had been nothing more than a bad dream.

The drive home was long and achingly familiar.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, your eyes instinctively drifted toward the end of it, the memory of cold concrete against your scraped knees returning so vividly you could almost feel the sting. The porch looked exactly as it always had, clean and ordinary, giving no sign that the worst night of your life had unfolded there.

He unlocked the front door and stepped aside to let you in first.

You slipped your shoes off by the entrance before wandering a few steps into the living room, taking in the familiar space that had once been a second home to you.

Behind you, the front door clicked shut.

A second later, you felt his hands settle carefully on your hips before he pulled you back against him, resting his forehead against the side of your neck.

"I missed you…" he murmured against you, the confession so quiet you almost wondered if he'd meant to say it out loud.

You let yourself sink into him.

He pulls you tighter against him, his hardness already pressing into your lower back as if he couldn’t control himself. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hands sliding up under your hoodie to caress your soft stomach.

You sigh as you feel his calloused palms run up your abdomen until they settle under the swell of your breasts.

Your heart was pounding so hard now you were certain he could feel it through your ribcage.

And yeah…

He knew what he was doing to you.

He’d learned the language of your body years ago— how your breath hitched when he ghosted his palms over your skin, the way you’d grow hot when he used his fingers.

His hands continued their exploration until he was cupping your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over your hard nipples. He presses a lingering kiss to your pulse point, sucking a deep dark mark into it before smoothing his tongue over the sore spot.

Without a word, he pulls away from you and leads you by the wrist to the couch, his grip firm but gentle. He sits down first, pulling you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him.

His large hands immediately go to your hips again, squeezing possessively.

You place yours over his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles under your palms. His eyes lock onto yours with a knowing gaze.

You both stay just like that, months of separation settling between you two like an invisible barrier. He can see the nervousness flickering in your expression, so he doesn’t rush you.

He simply keeps his hands on you, grounding you to him. You swallow as you feel his length press against your inner thigh. It makes your face flush embarrassingly deep, as if it were your first time being in this position with him all over again.

He watches you, his chest swelling painfully with affection and love.

He recognizes your nerves—that little stutter that always surfaces when you’re overwhelmed.

His dick is thick and hard against you as he shifts, allowing him to press more firmly into your core as he rubs his hands over the sides of your thighs.

“You look so pretty…” he mutters as he openly takes you in.

Neither of you says a word, but you don't have to. The way he holds you says everything neither of you are quite brave enough to voice.

The love. The hurt.

The quiet possessiveness…

He can see how much you need him— how much you need each other. The feeling fuels his movements as he reaches his hands behind you to grip your ass, pulling you forward until you’re flush against him, both of you twitching at the contact.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your clit throbbing as you imagine him sliding through your wetness, using your slick to lubricate himself just like how he did before.

His hold tightens with enough strength to bruise as he works your cunt over him in a slow, agonising rhythm—building the tension before he fucks you dumb.

You gasp, and his mouth quirks up into that knowing smirk. He knows exactly what you need— what you need him to tell you to do.

“Take your clothes off.” he pulls his hands away from you.

The command is absolute, his voice dropping an octave.

He sits back against the back of the couch and lets his arms spread along the back, watching you with a dark, heavy gaze that makes you clench around nothing.

There’s no room for negotiation—he expects obedience, and the subtle flex of his muscles tells you he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in front of him.

You stand on shaky legs and pull your clothes off, your hands moving clumsily as you stand in front of him in your bra and panties. He watches as your soft curves come into view. His eyes drag hungrily over the shape of your body before he hums.

“Everything.”

You nervously unhook your bra, then push your panties down, cursing yourself for not shaving. He swallows hard, his gaze lingering between your thighs before he forces it back up to your face.

“Come ‘ere.”

You crawl back into his lap, your center brushing over the front of his sweats as you settle back in.

He inhales deeply, his jaw clenching as he feels the warmth of your bare pussy right over him. He brings his hands back to your ass, pulling your cheeks open as he moves you over him again.

Your thighs twitch as you feel the rough material rub over your clit, causing you to moan quietly.

“Such a sensitive little thing…” he licks his lips.

Your hands tremble on his shoulders as you look down at him—this powerful, intimidating man who somehow belongs to you.

Belonged… to you…

You push the reminder down and focus on the feeling of him against you.

He studies your face, seeing every flicker of emotion…every spark of desire.

“You know what I want, baby.”

You let out a breathy moan as you begin grinding onto his lap. He groans low in his throat, his head falling back slightly as you find that rhythm he taught you. His hands continue to guide you, letting you use him to chase your own pleasure.

“There you go…” he breathes out, “let that pretty pussy soak my cock.”

You rub your clit back and forth on him, the wet sounds sending a shiver down his spine. He can feel it soaking through to him, the smell of your arousal flooding his senses. He moves his hands to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down just enough to free the head of his cock.

“Baby…” you whine, watching as his length springs free.

He slowly drags the thick, swollen head through your slick, coating himself completely. Every time he flicks over your clit, you both moan.

The visual is obscene—your pussy spreading as he bullies his way through your puffy lips, letting your wetness drip down his entire length. His hips flex slightly as he finally presses against your entrance, stopping just before he slips in.

You whine again, this time in frustration as he teases your opening.

“Shh, baby…you know I love making you wait…” he coos at you lowly.

You tilt your head to the side, your eyebrows furrowing as you look at how small your pussy looks compared to his girth.

“Hold on to me.” he says, and you immediately wrap your arms around him tightly.

He holds you against him as he stands, his arms lifting you with effortless strength, before he settles you on your back against the couch.

You watch him pull his clothes off, his cock bobbing up and down as his heavy balls hang down between his thighs. He wraps a hand around himself as he kneels between your legs, using the other to hook underneath your knee and push you open.

“Lemme see that pretty pussy baby…” he grunts out as he fists his tip.

The sight is overwhelming— the veins bulging along his shaft, the head swollen and leaking onto your thigh…

He looked like a greek god towering over you.

You moan and pull your legs up and open, reaching one hand between them to run down his torso.

“Sukuna…fuck me.” you wet your lips as you look up at him.

His abs flex under your touch, and he has to squeeze himself at the base to stop himself form cumming right then and there.

He grips one of your ankles, bringing it to rest against his shoulder before pushing your other thigh to the side.

You were spread open just the way he knew you liked.

“Gonna fuck you just like this…” he lifts your hips to fold one of his throw pillows under you to line your hips up with his.

“Kuna…” you’re panting now, your pussy dripping down your crack, perfectly positioned for him to hit all the sensitive spots inside of you.

You feel absolutely dirty.

You can hardly wrap your head around the way your day had changed so drastically since this morning, but you don’t care.

All you know is that you need him inside you.

He leans down, crushing your leg against your body as he captures your lips in a slow, messy kiss, swallowing your needy whines before his heavy cock starts dragging through your folds.

He straightens back up and smirks as he deliberately catches on your slit again, causing you to whine out. He can feel your opening trying to suck him in, clenching and pulsing against the underside of his dick, and he finally decides to show you some mercy.

Your breathing grows heavier as he reaches down, his thumb pushing his crown into you before he returns it to your thigh.

He applies slow, unbearable pressure, watching as his thickness splits you open. Your walls flutter and cling around the intrusion, almost as if it were trying to pull him in but push him out at the same time.

“Relax…let me in...” he groans.

“Ohhh fuucckk...” you moan loudly as your head falls back against the cushions.

He groans as he bottoms out, then brings his thumb to your clit, pulling the hood back to let your hard, shiny pearl pop out from under your bush.

He lets a glob of spit fall directly over it before he starts rubbing distracting circles to help you adjust.

His jaw was tight with restraint.

“There you go…look at that…” he grins down at you as he applies more pressure to your aching nub.

You whimper.

“Fuck… you’ve been saving this little pussy for me, haven’t you?” he lets out a breathy chuckle as you tighten around him, your body hypersensitive after months of abstinence.

You nod, and his thumb speeds up, desperately trying to draw out those sweet sounds from your mouth.

“Feels good, huh baby?”

You cry out as he pinches your clit between his fingers, rolling and swiping over it until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.

“I-Ima cum, Sukuna!” you gasp out as you feel the familiar burn spreading through you like a wildfire.

“Mmm…let go on my cock.”

He feels your walls clamp down violently around him, your pussy twitching as you cum.

A shocked cry leaves your lips at the intensity of it. He works you through it, making you take every wave while he stays buried deep.

“So tight…” he groans as he grabs your hips, pulling out before you’ve even begun to recover.

The sound is obscene— a loud, wet squelch that echoes through the room as he rocks his hips forward just once, slamming deep into your insides. He curses under his breath as you tighten around him further, reacting violently to the sudden movement.

He freezes there, buried to the hilt, watching your face scrunch up in a mix of shock and pleasure.

He knows he won’t last long. Not with the way you're milking him, and the faces you’re making.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, pretty…” he breathes out.

He starts moving with devastating, practiced rhythm— slow, heavy strokes that drag every thick inch over your overly sensitive walls. The wet noises grow louder with each return into your heat.

Your whole body burns as you look up at him. His eyes are fixed on where you join, his pupils dilating as he watches you take him, your lips stretching around him each time he pushes forward.

“More baby…” you say quietly, biting your lip as you rub your hands up your body, stopping to pull at your stiff peaks.

You were putting on a show for him.

He growls and begins fucking into you harder, using your hips as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with each slap of his hips.

“Shiiit…” you moan out.

He buries himself entirely inside you with each thrust, your tight hole sucking him in greedily. Your body jerks up and down the couch as your hands fly down to fist the cushion.

“Ah!” you squeeze your eyes shut as he angles his cock up, slamming into your g-spot roughly.

He moans loudly.

He loved seeing how he vanished into your pussy, only to emerge coated in your cream, and he’d never admit this, but he loved it when you didn’t shave.

“Watch me as I fuck you.” he grips your jaw roughly, forcing two fingers into your mouth.

Your eyes fly open as you swirl your tongue around them wetly.

His expression is devastatingly handsome— brows furrowed, jaw slack as deep masculine moans poured out of him.

He’s fucking both of you stupid.

He presses his fingers deeper, making you gag and moan before he pulls them out to slap your tit.

“F-Fuck yes baby, you’re gonna m-make me cum all over your cunt.” he pants, gripping your soft flesh into his hand.

You grunt as he grinds into you meanly, his pubic hair rubbing into yours, creating a delicious friction over your swollen clit.

His eyebrows knit together as he watches your eyes roll back, your mouth open in a perfect ‘o’. Each grind pushes his blunt head against your cervix, sending devastating jolts straight through you.

“Kunaaa!” you let out a high-pitched moan as your body tenses.

“I-I know, baby…” he whines as his balls tighten up, “cum with me…please…”

“Pleeaaasee,” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes, “m’close, please!”

The sounds of your broken, desperate begging send him over the edge. His mouth hangs wider, a raw, guttural moan tearing from his throat as his hips pull back to slam forward one last time— burying himself as deep as he can.

He hunches forward to bury his face in your neck as he releases thick ropes of cum against your womb.

Your body locks up as your own orgasm washes over you, a pathetic whine escaping you as you wrap your arms tightly around his head.

His cock pulses inside you, his warm seed overflowing and leaking onto the pillow under you. You’re sealed around him like a vice, sucking every last drop out of his heavy sac as they press tightly against your ass.

He holds you tighter, kissing along your neck lazily as you both ride out your waves of pleasure together.

He sucks another dark mark right along your jaw before he pulls back and smirks.

You can only look up at him dazed as his cock softens inside you, your shared wetness coating both of your thighs. You stay like that for a while before he sighs and leans back onto his knees, finally pulling himself out.

He watches with dark, satisfied eyes as your gaping pussy oozes his release— globs of white leaking out and down over your puckered hole. He uses his fingers to spread you open, watching how your used hole puckers open and closed.

He shook his head, a quiet laugh slipping past his lips as he pushed himself off the couch. Stretching his arms above his head, he scratched absentmindedly at his stomach before disappearing down the hallway, leaving you alone with nothing but the faint sound of running water somewhere deeper in the house.

The silence settled over the room almost immediately.

Your eyes drifted toward the hallway he'd vanished down, then to the front door. The longer he stayed out of sight, the heavier the knot in your chest became, until you were already pushing yourself off the couch.

Your clothes were scattered across the living room floor where you'd left them earlier, and you gathered them slowly, your fingers clumsier than usual as you pulled them back on. You'd just tugged your hoodie over your head when footsteps echoed down the hallway.

He appeared with a damp washcloth in one hand.

"Sorry, I had to—" the words died on his tongue as his eyes landed on you standing by the door.

His brows pulled together, confusion quickly replacing the small smile that had been resting on his face.

"You…going somewhere?"

You froze.

Guilt settled in you heavily as a dozen different explanations rushed through your mind, yet somehow none of them made it past your lips.

“Oh… I was—” you stammered, “I just thought…”

The words faded before they ever became a sentence.

You clasped your hands together in front of yourself, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than his face. He watched you for a long moment before shaking his head, a quiet laugh escaping him as he looked away.

“God…” he glanced back at you, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, “you really are dumb sometimes.”

Your head snapped up.

“Excuse me?”

He chuckled again, tossing the damp washcloth onto the kitchen counter before closing the distance between you. His hands found your hips with an easy familiarity, gently pulling you back against him until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

Hope flickered quietly in your chest, so small you were afraid to acknowledge it.

“What?” he asked, licking his lips as he searched your face, “you thought I was gonna fuck you and then just let you leave?”

Your mouth opened, then closed again.

“Uh…” you looked down, heat creeping into your cheeks, “I don’t know…”

The smile on his face softened as he watched you fumble for an answer.

“Not happening.”

Your eyes lifted to his again, searching his face for what he meant.

“Huh?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed you, slow and deliberate, and when he finally pulled away, your head felt almost weightless. Your eyes fluttered open to find him already looking at you, a familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck no,” he murmured, “I’m not letting you go again.”

For a second you could only stare at him, the words taking a moment to settle before they finally reached you.

The tightness in your throat gave way all at once, your bottom lip trembling as tears spilled freely down your cheeks. You buried your face against him, clinging desperately as though you were afraid waking up would make all of this disappear.

He let out a slow breath, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head.

He gave you a moment to cry before gently pulling you back, one hand cupping your jaw while his thumb brushed away the tears that refused to stop falling.

“Stop crying, crybaby…” he mumbled, the teasing softened by the way he looked at you.

“I-I just…” your voice broke before you could finish, another wave of tears blurring your vision.

He sighed quietly and pulled you back into his arms.

“I know, baby…”

You wrapped yourself around his waist, breathing him in like you’d spent the last six months forgetting what home smelled like.

“I love you, Sukuna.” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I love you…” he answered into your hair.

Eventually your tears settled into quiet sniffles, and he led you down the hallway to his bedroom. The familiar room was dimly lit by the bright moon filtering through the curtains as you climbed into bed beside him, every muscle in your body aching with exhaustion.

You curled against him without thinking, your head resting over his heart while his hand moved slowly up and down your back, the steady rhythm coaxing some of the tension from your body.

“Hey…” he said quietly, his voice low with exhaustion.

“Hm?” you hummed, shifting slightly against him without opening your eyes.

“Promise me something.”

His fingers slipped into your hair, gently massaging your scalp as the room settled comfortably around you.

“What, baby?” you mumbled sleepily.

He was quiet for a moment.

“Promise me we’ll be better this time around.”

Your eyes slowly opened, and you lifted your head just enough to rest your chin against his chest. You caught the uncertainty in his expression, so unfamiliar on someone who had always carried himself with unwavering confidence.

It made a deep ache swell inside you.

“I promise.” you whispered.

He searched your face for another moment before giving the smallest nod, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as he guided your head back against him.

Beneath your cheek, his heartbeat rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, and you listened to it in silence, hoping this time neither of you would give the other a reason to forget its sound.

His arm tightened around your waist.

Tomorrow would ask more of the two of you than love alone had ever been able to give.

But maybe…just maybe…

You’d get it right this time…

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my heart, my life~

in today's broadcast: bunny iglesias has many fans, but just one stands out as the most annoying, nauseatingly happy and cheerful one. at first, he wants nothing to do with her. when one night he comes to the realization that she may be the very first person to make him want to be embraced by something other than sweet sweet death.

MDNI DDNE cw: fem!reader, yan!bunny, obsession, stalking through social media, youtuber!reader, kidnapping soft-of, implied baby trapping, smut, piv, brief vaginal fingering, bunny being suicidal and threatening to kill himself. wc: 7.1k, longest one yet

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your camera set up, with the ring light on you press record. your smile so bright you nearly outdo the light, your cheery voice picked up by the mic.

“hello everyone! we’ve all seen the barcha vs re al match yesterday, right? i was there in person!” you gush, cheeks warming as you recollect the stakes, the adrenaline. “you know what time it is~ let’s do a review!”

while admittedly your fascination with soccer didn’t start as an authentic love for the sport, you sure as hell grew into it. your first every introduction to it was a sweet boy who played it in your neighborhood with his friends. it was very convenient to say you were watching them play when you were observing the boy instead. the boy-crazy obsession started there, and it only grew with time. poster after poster lined the walls of your childhood bedroom, up to your college dorm.

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RODEO !

synopsis: blue lock men getting caught having sex with their partners

pairings: sae itoshi × reader, nagi seishiro × reader, rin itoshi × reader, isagi yoichi × reader, hyoma chigiri × reader, meguru bachira × reader

tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc

w.c. 3.7k

a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)

Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou

sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.

it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.

now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.

"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"

he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."

one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.

"gonna cum—sae..."

"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"

he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.

sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.

that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.

"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.

ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.

sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.

"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.

his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.

you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.

sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.

"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.

shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"

"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.

shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."

mrsblaileen

Accidentally calling Sukuna “daddy” and doubling down on it when he questions you. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

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Warning-Boyfriend!Toji ✮ HardDom!Toji ✮ praise ✮ free!us* ✮ cnc ✮ manhandling ✮ public sex ✮ hair pulling ✮ creampie ✮ degradation ✮ risk of exposure ✮ pet names ✮ rough sex ✮ biting ✮ fingering ✮ oral (toji receives) ✮ choking ✮ Art-@v0idzenin on x

A/n-I was a lil scared to post this... please enjoy(ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

The heavy metal door to your apartment clicks shut, closing off the tender security the place brings you. Once you step outside, the wind hits you with a quickness, making it irritatingly harder to spark your blunt. You finally light it and take a deep breath, looking up at the star-filled night sky and soaking in the silence of a surprisingly calm night.

lxnarphase

Genuinely need to ride his dick while he smokes a blunt

And i just realized I'm ovulating, that's why I woke up horny this morning 😀

I keep listening to this one song and imagining early morning enjin smoking all lazy and calm, his phone between his shoulder and ear as his free hand holds you hip to keep pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“yeah, gris, I’ll be over soon—shit, baby, just like that, keep fucking back on me—gotta take care of somethin’ first.”

he’ll have a whole conversation too as he’s letting out muffled groans that melt into his sentences, brow furrowed when he sees you trying to scoot up the bed and away from him.

“i was thinking the same thing, man, it’s just—hold on one sec…nuh-uh, where you think you’re goin, boo? come on back, you’re gonna take this dick, don’t run from it…oh, you wanna play coy? fine—gimme a minute gris.”

he’s cornering you against the head board, not giving you any space as he takes a long drag, giving a gentle tap and placing it on the tray for later on his side table. Both of his hands grip the headboard and he’s fucking you until you wail, uncaring that his phone is right next to your face as you cry out for him, moaning and wailing and sniffling, all of it.

“think you couldn’t take it, huh? yeah? needed me to show you that you can? mm, look at you, baby, so fucking cute creaming on my cock.”

and of course, he feels you tighten up even more when the soft voice comes through the speaker.

“hi, baby.”

“g-griiiiisss…”

enjin’s hips stutter as he lets out a broken moan, a little cracking noise coming from where his hands grip the headboard.

“ah, fffuck…you like hearin’ gris talk to you? think he’s gonna help, huh? ohh, baby, he’s even worse than i am, if you can’t handle this, we got a lotta work to do.”

pillsatoru

𝜗ৎ satoru sneaks in to fuck you for the first time

Your sleep eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of your window closing. The small dim lit lamp was the only source of light in your bedroom, but it was enough to see the outline of your boyfriend's muscular frame closing in.

"Hi baby.." He whispered quietly, not wanting to startle you as you were slowly coming to your senses. You sat up, fixing your messy hair, looking up at Gojo through your fallen lids.

"Satoru.. it's so late." You stated the obvious. The night was quiet, no traffic being heard, only the quiet hum of nearby insects.

You were surprised your dog didn't completely lose it or worse, your parents catching him in the middle of what seemed like a break in. "I know, love, I know." Gojo's heavy body plopped down comfortably beside you on the bed, placing his phone and wallet on your nightstand, adjusting the lamp to be brighter.

"I want to see you better." He placed his lips on your temple in a loving manner, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. "Missed you." He adjusted to lean against the headboard, a smile appearing on his face after you tiredly made your way onto his lap.

"I missed you too.." You mumbled against his chest, taking in the scent of the vanilla bodywash you gifted him last week when you found out he used a 3 in 1.

The hand on your waist rubbed you up and down in a soothing manner, keeping you close while the other caressed your thigh, feeling goosebumps show up. He crooked his neck at a certain angle to press his lips against yours in a series of long but gentle kisses.

"You're spiky.." You complained at the feeling of his slight stubble tickling your chin. It was barely visible since his hair was white and skin pale, but it was still touchable.

"Yeah? And you're soft." Gojo moaned against your mouth, hands moving way too close to your ass. His hold on you had become more possessive, pulling you completely flush against him.

It was clear what his intentions were.

It's been half a year since you two began dating. You've done everything together, except of course, have legitimate sex. You’ve allowed him to let out his frustrations on your needy cunt with his fingers or tongue before, so he knew how you tasted like. You, however, didn't know what he looked like underneath those pants.

He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Take these off for me?"

Your eyes completely widened, any sign of tiredness being wiped off. How come you hadn't noticed his bulge poking the crap out of you from underneath?

"My shorts?" Your voice wobbled, nervously.

It's not that you weren't as experienced as he was, it was the fact that you weren't experienced at all. He was your first everything after all. A strained chuckle left his lips, reaching to grab your hand to press it against his raging boner. “Or.. you could take off mine?”

His eyes flickered over to your face, finally taking in that you looked uncomfortable. He quickly let go of you, instead moving up to hold your chin with his pointer and thumb. "Do you not want to do this, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. “I can stop.”

"We don't have to." Satoru reassured you once more. "I just.. I've been wanting to see my pretty girl."

meeisemm

Can't Wait

18+ content ahead; gachiakuta enjin, gris and semiu x female reader; they've come home and needed to blow out their stress on their favorite person...aka you; pure smut; minors dni; I'm so sorry for writing this lol not my usual content— either way, enjoy! ♡

Enjin had you face down, ass up and drooling literally minutes after he came home. Tiring day, close encounters and responsibilities piling up… man needed this release. And it didn't matter how many he gave you while chasing it.

“That's it… taking it so good, aren't ya… greedy as always…”

Your half-hearted protests and moans barely registered in his head as all he could think about was how deeply your cunt was taking him making the bed shake dangerously with each thrust. His hand found its way to your tit, rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers making you cry out.

Each time his name escaped your lips, each time your pussy fluttered so deliciously around him, he nearly lost his mind. His hand then moved down to your clit, rubbing furious circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts making you see stars.

“E-Enjin—”

“Shhh… as much as I live to hear my name off your lips… we gotta keep quiet…right?”

You nodded, barely comprehending as you felt his warm breath fanning your ear.

Chuckling low, he grinned at your dazed expression smugly– “Good girl…”

Not surprisingly, he had you cumming in seconds.

Gris tried his best to control himself. But he was so frustrated. And you looked so. damn. fuckable.

That's how he had you on the bed, arms on his back, back arching off the bed as he pounded into you. Propping himself up, his arms on both sides of your head, his usually warm eyes darkened with lust as he watched each expression you made, each sound that escaped your lips and those tits—

His mouth came down on them, licking and sucking until you were a whimpering mess. His eyes darted back up at you, a silent question– You okay?

Your nod was all he needed as he pushed your knees further up until it was propped on his shoulders nearly bending you in half as he kept thrusting into you, making you claw at his back moaning wantonly.

“So beautiful… you gonna cum on my cock, gorgeous? Am I gonna make you cum?”

His whispered words and his thumb on your clit pressing lightly sent your head spinning.

Safe to say the night ended with you sore af and his back covered in scratches.

And he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Semiu ran her tongue over your lips before kissing you senseless.

That paired with her long fingers inside your pussy, curling just right to hit that spot inside had you screaming her name against her mouth.

“Such a pretty girl… im gonna make you cum all over my fingers…sounds good darling?”

Your eyes rolled back at her sweet words, her fingers only going faster and harder.

Soon her mouth left yours and traced a path to the valley between your breasts. Her eyes met yours for a moment before kissing your tit, sucking the nipple before swirling her tongue all over it.

Before you could even say her name, her lips kissed their way down to your swollen clit.

“Look at this thing…practically begging for attention.”

She blew on it, the simple action making your back arch off the bed. Chuckling, she sucked it lightly, making your legs tremble hard. But she just kept going.

Her fingers thrusting in and out at a punishing rate, her tongue rolling around your clit as she sucked it in… you were gone.

As soon as you cum, she ran her tongue once more along your slit before sitting up, licking her lips with a smirk.

“My turn.”

Thank you so much for reading! I did write this at midnight and while sick and tired so I hope this was okay! Not my usual content but I hope you enjoyed! ♡

Masterlist ☆

lxnarphase

✦ bust it 'til it's leaking .ᐟ

✦ cw... fem!tattoo artist!reader x enjin, modern au, pain kink/masochist!enjin, hand jobs, possessiveness, cum swallowing, praise, teasing, enjin is a bit of a pathetic whiny bitch in this, and he cums kinda early. yet again not beta read bc im a loser so pardon the grammar and misspellings love u !!

✦ note... ok ok listen im a whore for his tattoos and after some deep thinking i believe he would. lowkey think it's a form of marking that is very very intimate if it was by his tattoo artist he has a bit of a crush on...so i got a lil carried away. anyways dont jerk off ur clients when ur in the middle of giving them a tattoo and dont get jerked off by your artist in the middle of your tattoo. or do. idk fuck it we ball

"s-shit, baby, wait—"

"shh, okay, okay, you're good, jin, you're doing so good. you need a break? some water?"

if anyone else were in your studio, they'd be thinking you and your client were doing something other than a tattoo session. but no, you were doing your job just fine, it's enjin who was struggling.

the way you've been talking to him, touching him, handling him, it's been doing something to him he wasn't expecting. the praise and soft shushes you give him when a certain area was really sensitive and hurt just a bit made the sessions harder, and, well...him harder too.

but now, for some damn reason, after his bigger piece healed enough, he was back in your chair, this time getting his abdomen piece done. and he was in absolute hell.

but you? oh, you were in artist heaven. a few days ago when he came in for you to see his healing progress and to discuss the next tattoo, he pulled his shirt off to show how nicely it healed and that the red stayed vibrant, and you were absolutely over the moon.

you couldn't help yourself, running your hands all over his back, his arms, his chest as you marveled at how great it looked on his skin. truly in awe, you mumbled that he really was your favorite client and couldn't believe he had you, of all people, do this piece for him.

"i'm jealous of whoever gets to get this to themselves at night...too bad though, because no matter what, i got to mark you up permanently, right?"

mischievouspanda

18+ MDNI, 17k words

Logistical Pining

Synopsis: Your childhood friend has called you Princess all your life. One drunk night. One game of trivia. Now he calls you his---but that means something entirely different when spoken in front of your families.

Tags: dirty talk, bigdick Enjin, reader and Enjin are down bad, half plot/half smut, manhandling, fingering, sex while drunk, swearing, modern/ college au, fratEnjin, fem!reader, pet names, oral (m receiving).

Author note: We could consider this a follow up to Trivia Princess. I have a bad habit of writing for Enjin and then suddenly I'm looking at a 40k word document, but I just couldn't edit that whole thing, and I really wanted to get this out.

not proofread

mischievouspanda

18+ MDNI, 17k words

Logistical Pining

not proofread

typical-type

the other man °❀.࿔ - hiromi higuruma

content warnings - mdni, nsfw, infidelity, piv, creampie.

cheater!reader knows where home is at, & it's not with her husband. but perhaps with a certain mentally taxed attorney instead?

hiromi was the other man. he's not afraid to admit it, in fact he's come to terms with it a long time ago. but it was in moments like these where he felt like he finally took the spot as the only man in your life, with you writhing underneath him as he plunged deep into you. he knew for a fact you weren't thinking about your husband right now.

you were faced down as he hovered over you, fucking you into his mattress as if he hadn't seen you in weeks. the pillow placed under your hips allowed his cock to reach depths you didn't even know was possible. his thrusts were hard and firm, each one practically knocking the wind out of you. your hands clenched the messy sheets under your body, quiet choked moans being wrung out of you every time his cock drove inside of you.

the headboard of his bed tapped against the wall with every move he made into you, the mattress creaking as it rocked back and forth.

"hi-...romi.." you managed to say, your brain was completely scrambled, you could barely form a coherent thought with the way he was fucking you into his bed.

"hm?" he hummed in response, his eyes flicking up to the back of your head before sliding back down your body to watch the way your ass rippled as his hips smacked against it.

you wanted to tell him to ease up a bit, that you quite literally couldn't take anymore. you could already feel your second orgasm building up, your legs trembling ever so slightly. but for the life of you, you couldn't spit out any words. eventually, you were able to get it out...sort of.

"mm- can't..." you breathed out, another whimper leaving your mouth as he continued his relentless thrusts.

"hm? can't what?" he spoke gently, his voice surprisingly very steady for the way he was fucking you.

his hands were on either side of your head, your hand reached to grip his forearm.

"can't...take it." you managed to sputter out, sounding so desperate and pathetic. music to his ears.

he didn't respond to you for a few moments, still in the midst of enjoying just how damn good your pussy felt clenching around his cock.

"you're taking it right now aren't you?" you heard his deep velvety voice ask.

smartass...

katsuiki

୨୧ ﹕ friends w bennies 𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐔 𝓚𝐎𝐍𝐆 ﹕ ℱ. reader

　　𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐔’s fingertips ghosted over your bare form, his featherlight touch paired with warm kisses against the exposed flesh of your nape — his hands skidding over your skin in slow, careful passes, each tender kiss making your tummy flutter. you let out a soft sigh, you let out a soft sigh, “mm . . shiu?”, you fingers drawing imaginary doodles on his bare chest as you laid under him

and at the quiet cadence of your voice, shiu pulled his head back just enough for his gaze to meet your eyes, “yeah, love?”

“how mad would you be if i started fucking around with toji?” and just like that, the soft kisses he had been pressing to your skin came to a slow halt. shiu only let out low laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile — equal parts amused and exasperated. “well, your timing’s impeccable . .”

and in part, shiu was right, of all names to fall from your lips while he was balls deep inside you, it just had to be toji’s.

truth be told, you weren’t actually interested in pursuing toji fushiguro.

sure, you were interested in the bounty hunter, but somehow (much to shiu’s surprise) . . you decided the handler was far more appealing.

shiu had never been under any illusion that he was the obvious choice. between him and toji, most people would choose toji without hesitation.

though, it didn’t make him any less of a man. if anything, that was something you had come to learn very, very quickly.

you scoff, your nails finding his forearms, tracing lightly as he hovered over you. “c’mon, scale of one to ten,“ you insist.

shiu let out a low sigh before rolling his eyes, “what, you want me to throw a fit? is that what we’re hoping for now?” he murmurs, his voice nothing but a lazy rasp.

you only nod, blinking up at him.

“fine,” he hums, corner of his mouth twitching at your insistence, “i’d give it a two.”

your brows lift as your head quirks to the side, “a two? only?”

“don’t look so disappointed, you’re a grown woman. you can do whatever it is that you want,” he began as he leans in to you; the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne making your pulse flutter and your head swim. his mouth wanders from beneath your ear, down to your pulse point, softly sucking down on your flesh.

“toji’s no good for you darling,” he coos, settling back into his gentle thrust, his pelvic bone softly nudging into your clit, making you gasp, squeezing down on his forearms. “you can do much better than that . . like to think i’d spoil you enough, no?” the teasing lilt in his voice only making your walls clamp down harder on his cock.

unfortunately for you, shiu wasn’t bluffing.

somewhere along the way of your strange relationship with shiu kong, shiu had spoiled you rotten.

he bought you whatever you wanted, paid for your meals without mentioning it, drove you home instead of letting you take the train, keeps your favorite snacks in stock at his place . . .

the man even surprises you with various gifts throughout the month: delicate pieces he thought suited you, your favorite flowers to brighten up your place, hell, even stone cold cash.

but most importantly, shiu kong dicked you down whenever you wanted, however you wanted.

and he was pretty good at it too.

either fucking you so sweetly, whispering sweet nothings into you ear while his lengthy cock stretched you out, or pounding you until your brain turned into mush. regardless, he’d always have you a babbling mess; legs trembling, eyes hazy, cunt helplessly spasming around nothing. exactly as you were now.

his hips snapped against yours at the perfect pace — not too fast, and not too slow — cock pumping in and out of you as your soaked cunt tried to keep him in with a lewd squelch.

“s-shiu!” you cry out despite yourself, your brows scrunched up in bliss as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders for support, burying your face in the crook of his neck, nails leaving behind pink crescents on his back.

a low amused hum escapes him, soft and effortless, eyes half lidded as one hand slipped down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “there you are darling . .” he purrs, “you remember whose fucking you now?”

you open your mouth, probably to tell him that he’s too “full of himself,” except the only sound that escapes is a pitiful moan. which is ironic . . considering you’re walls are stretched around his cock, his tip nudging into you sweet spot with each deep, lazy, roll of his hips.

“should i go faster?” he asks, warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as he caged you in with his body. and somehow, shiu feels even deeper when all his weight is pressing you down into his mattress.

“no, j-just like that—“ you mewl, coating his cock with your slick, “fuck, so good,” you slur as he cradles your head against his chest, hips snapping in a steady ‘plap, plap plap,” against skin.

“hmmm, so pretty darling,” he chuckles as his free hand slips between you both at your point of connection, his thumb lazily drawing circles around your clit. your lips pursed together, trying to hold down a breathless cry.

“go ‘head baby,” he hums, pressing a chaste kiss to your scalp, “cum all over my cock.”.

his girth continued to stir up your pussy, the incessant coil of pleasure building up as he hit your sweet spot, over, and over, and over, a white froth streaking over his cock, threatening to tread down his sack. and without a word, the coil in your tummy snapped — your pussy spasming around his dick helplessly, fucking you slow through your high as you clung onto him, shiu stifling his breath from above you.

and for a minute, the only sounds that filled the room was the soft, low, pants escaping you two, breaths mingling before he captured your lips in a slow lazy kiss, soft tongue pressing against your plush lips . . breaking off from you with a reluctant huff.

“still want toji’s number?”

♡ me and the 5 other shiu fans cheered

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