content warning: timeskip!au, suggestive 18+, fem!reader, kinda explicit oopsies, + their fav position, crack-ish lmao I was just having fun
wc: 1.9k
a/n: muahahaha lowkey got a little unhinged the more I wrote but yolo we ball
IZUKU MIDORIYA
If you were to ask him on the spot, he wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. Truly, he loves every part of your body. It’s practically his drug. Every curve, every mark, every inch is his favorite.
But— after thinking long and hard. He would say your tits. Cliché or not, half the time he can’t keep his focus off those pretty mounds. He tries his best to keep eye contact, maybe it’s the inner virgin in him. But with the way they spill over your cute tops, he can’t control it.
One of his favorite things to do is lay on your chest, not even sexually. He just likes to listen to your heartbeat and each breath you take. It oddly comforts him.
Especially after a long day, he comes home beat and exhausted. Desperate for a sense of peace, and if it’s what helps the man sleep at night, who are you to deny him?
He might have a few dirty fantasies about your breasts, yes. But he’s just not that type of guy.
Though, if he ever built the courage to ask. He would most definitely want to suck on them as if he were dying tomorrow!!
KATSUKI BAKUGO
He’s an ass man no doubt. He absolutely loves groping you randomly just to get on your nerves. If you’re in public, he almost always has a hand wrapped tightly around your waist, kneeling the muscle underneath his calloused palms.
And god forbid you wear a dress or skirt. That man will be clawing at you all night long, desperately unable to keep his hands to himself. His hands would’ve all over you nonstop. By your hips, on your ass, genuinely anywhere he can get them.
He loves a mean doggy though, the slapping of your skin to skin contact feeds him for days. He loves leaving red hand print marks on your plush skin. The stinging sensation lingering on your skin for the next few hours. He’s mean with it too, but you’re right where you wanna be.
One of his favorite things to do is just have his hands rest on the curve of your ass. Sometimes tracing shapes mindlessly, a little squeeze here and there.
This man is beefy so I know a nice slap would sting like a bitch. He literally works with hands of course he has skill.
He would also be a mean ass muncher, but what do I know!
SHOTO TODOROKI
Honestly, he’s a mix of both. He kinda just loves anything to do with you, or your body. He feels guilty if he stares at either of your assets for too long. But can you blame him? You’re quite literally shoving the prize in his face!
He tries to be polite with it, he’ll drop cute compliments about how good you look and leave small kisses on your skin. But nothing gets this man more worked up than your thighs.
They are literally the grounds between heaven and paradise. He loves burying his face between them, leaving kisses among the inside of your thighs and leading up to your core. He could honestly eat you out all day and have no complaints, he’s right where he wants to be.
His hands always find their way to your thighs, just to caress them. Especially when he’s driving it’s just second nature, It’s the little signs of affection that matter.
He would want to die between those goddess legs of yours. The only right way to go.
To be honest, he realllyyyy wants to slide his length in between your plush thighs and just hump your legs. But that’s a thought for another day.
EIJIRO KIRISHIM
ASS ASS ASS ASSSS, AND DID I SAY ASS. He loves squishing your robust, plush muscle. If he finds you lying on your stomach, best believe he is using that ass as his own personal pillow.
A weird thing he likes doing is using hardening to just punch you in the ass, not hard enough that it hurts, but it’ll definitely leave a mark and bruise. You always scold him afterwards but the jiggle that comes from it is always worth the lecture!
He LOVES PRONE BONE. Something about how he can just slide between your thighs and watch those cheeks clap back onto him alters his brain chemistry. It’s also a great workout if you ask him, his favorite form of cardio.
If he comes home after long and manly day of working out, he just wants his favorite stressballs to relive all his problems. Will you ever deny him, nope. Will you always bicker at him, yes.
He loves slapping your ass too whenever he passes by. A simple “damn girl, when did you get all this ass?” Leaving a red mark and most definitely a bruise the next day.
That jiggle and recoil keeps him going during hard days, and definitely keeps everything else hard too.
DENKI KAMINARI
Ladies feel free to throw your bras and show your TITTTIESSSS.
Self explanatory, he likes tits. What man doesn’t? He can’t control the urge to stare at those pretty, soft pillows. And stare he does. He can’t help it when you’re practically wavering them in his face.
He loves motorboating you to the point where he is on the verge of suffocation. Don’t be fooled, he is most definitely content with his placement.
This man is a reformed pervert, he will absolutely have no shame in staring at your godly sculpted chest. He will so casually ask if he can jerk it on your tits and then be shocked when you get mad at him (you do later but that’s besides the point).
He will so purposely do anything to watch them jiggle in his face. He’s so childish about it too like he’s never seen a woman’s body before. Like he will purposely flick at your nipples just to get a reaction out of you.
And god forbid you wear shirt with no bra. There will be no eye contact for the next 48 hours. Just him and those bitties against the world.
He SWEARS BY letting you ride him. To be honest he might just enjoy it so much just because they’re bouncing in his face. A. You’re bouncing on his dick and B. He has front row seats to those ladies bouncing everywhere.
HITOSHI SHINSO
He would never admit it but he definitely catches himself eyeing them titties resting in your top. Drool pooling in the corners of his lips.
He still shows affection to every single other part of your body. Practically worshipping you. He’s not very open with pda but he likes holding your hands close to him. Just a small gesture that leaves him aware of your presence.
He likes biting on them for some reason— walk with me. He doesn’t do it hard or painfully, but enough to get a reaction of you. He also likes that they keep his hands warm, he always just cups his abnormally cold hands underneath your breasts like his personal handwarmers.
You don’t complain of course, but the cold sensation definitely makes your nipples perk up.
He enjoys missionary than most positions, he likes the closeness between you two and it feels more intimate. The lewd expressions on your face as he does loonnnggg and slowww drags. Making sure you feel every vein.
It makes his brain go fuzzy and he doesnt know exactly why. It also gives him a great view of the ladies bouncing.
He likes cumming on them too, but I digress.
TAMAKI AMAJIKI
Thighs. Next question.
He’s so shy with touching your body, he feels so perverted for doing so even though you literally explained that you enjoyed it when he did. He was very hesitant at first to display and signs of pda.
Now, he’s definitely warmed up to it. His hands find their way to your hips or your thighs. Mindlessly drawing small shapes on your skin softly.
He honestly just likes showing small signs of affection. He seriously has an addiction with kissing your body everywhere and anywhere.
He’s a lil freak in the sheets tho and I KNOW it, he’ll act all cute and shy in public but the moment you have him all to yourself he’ll be a whining, needy mess. HE LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HIM, it literally lets his brain reset while you make a sticky mess on his thighs. His hands roaming shamelessly all over your body, trying to find a piece of reality to keep him from blacking out.
Poor boy seriously doesn’t know what to do with his hands when it comes to intercourse. It just feels too good :,( and he’s just a whiny, mess desperate for your touch.
also ik he puts them tentacles to WORKKK.
KEIGO “HAWKS” TAKAMI
I see him enjoying ass tbh. Like idk he just seems the type to eye those pillowy mounds and genuinely need his hands ALL over them. He’s like so unserious with it tho, like he’ll genuinely whistle at you if you pass by him wearing anything SLIGHTLY revealing.
He likes having a hand rest in the back pocket of your pants— email me. Like it’s just a habit he has and like he doesn’t even realize it. He’ll like also pull you by your belt hoops if you’re too far out of reach for his liking.
Honestly he’s down for any position tbh. As long as he’s inside of you he’s happy lmao. THOUUUGHH I know he would be very sensual with it and likes to take his time and not rush things. If he has a bad day though, he’ll take out his pent up stress on your body :,( but you fucking love it when he gets a little rough every once in a while!!
He wants the cheek clapping in his face, it’s his final request if he were to die tomorrow.
He’s just such a tease tho like he purposely just pisses you off. And he KNOWS it makes you mad but that’s exactly why he does it.
He gives you a good laugh tho, like sometimes he’ll say something SOO out of pocket you can’t help but laugh.
If you can make em laugh and giggle, you can make those cheeks clap and giggle!
TOUYA “DABI” TODOROKI
Ass. I will not go further into depth okay.
He’s a freak like have you seen this man. Like he WILL slap dat ass no hesitation. And then will just look around like nothing ever happened. He’s not a fan of pda, he didn’t get much loving as a kid so he doesn’t know how to reciprocate his feelings very well :(
Okay hear me out but like I feel like he might be into SOME temperature play. He’ll purposely heat up his palm and then place it onto your bare ass, the sudden change in temperature genuinely has you dripping though.
And I KNOOWWWW it’s pierced. Have you not SEEN all that metal already on his body? Also I think he has his nipples pierced idk he’s a freak.
He likes doggy, his stamina IS unmatched though. Honestly he’s down to fuck anywhere he doesn’t give a shit. If he needs that he needs that NOW. He WILL pull your panties to the side, rearrange your guts, then walk off like nothing even happened.
He likes cumming on your ass, literally right next to all the marks and bruises he left.
He’s literally the toxic ex you keep going back to, but you can’t help it! He just fills you up every way you need him to!
a/n: first tumblr post! what do we think?? posting my series soon lolol sorry I got side tracked
⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.
⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.
fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.
“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”
“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”
“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”
it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.
villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.
the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.
in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.
flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.
“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”
BAKUGO KATSUKI.
⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.
ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.
“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”
“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”
a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”
a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”
in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.
“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”
“make me.”
he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.
katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.
you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.
“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”
“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”
another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.
“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”
TODOROKI SHOTO.
⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.
“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”
sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.
“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”
“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”
shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”
a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.
“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”
he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.
once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”
and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.
“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”
his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”
you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.
in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.
“i want to stay like this before we leave.”
“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”
“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.
“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”
his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.
“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”
shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”
“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”
oh.
now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.
but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.
the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.
“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”
his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”
“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”
you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”
it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.
he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.
“why’d you..? baby?”
you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”
“you’re gonna milk me?”
he’s so cute . .
you want to see him crying.
you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”
KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA
⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .
“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”
hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”
one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.
“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”
“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.
things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?
“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.
“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”
perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.
hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”
thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.
just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.
denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”
since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.
an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.
loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.
“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”
TAKAMI KEIGO.
⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.
“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”
since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.
you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.
“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”
as if he’d ever plan to.
he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.
“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”
keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.
“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.
you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.
“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”
quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.
you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”
“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”
sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.
with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?
⟢ insanely protective over you, to the point where it’s not even close to being a secret that you two are fucking. this mostly applies to hero work, but it’s really any social interaction.
⟢ he’s not very good with fans, and he gets so visibly irked if anyone tries to flirt with him — baring his teeth and staring daggers. you’re the only thing that he could ever want, even if being in a relationship scares him to death.
⟢ always does favors for you that you didn’t even request, like tidying your apartment, restocking your period products, or bringing your favorite coffee to patrols — he has all of your drink orders memorized. he then proceeds to act annoyed that he went out of his way, but you know that’s just how he shows affection.
⟢ katsuki is a bit mean in bed, but only as much or as little as you want him to be. and he is very vocal.
⟢ he’ll fuck your throat like he hates you, then practically confess his love while he’s between your thighs, eating your pussy.
⟢ he loves doggy, especially if he needs to let out some frustration, but mating press is his favorite by far. he can still pound into you just as hard, but he reaches even deeper in this position and the way you look at him — it’s his favorite thing ever, aside from eating you out.
⟢ how he’s so much bigger than you, seeing your perfect body folded to accommodate him like this, legs pulled into your chest and over his shoulders as he fucks load after load into you .. he can’t get enough. and fuck, he thinks that you are so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.
⟢ his deep little groans and breaths are so fucking sexy, and he whines anytime that he bottoms out, or when his eyes flick down to watch your cute, tight pussy taking in his massive cock. it’s always a big stretch, but he fits inside of you like you were made for each other.
⟢ drunk sex with him is an entirely different experience. he’s so vulnerable, and everything is so much deeper, and closer … like he’s trying to meld your souls into one.
⟢ he loves when you hold his face in your hands. it’s so intimate to him, and it makes him feel seen and appreciated. he loves the eye contact, and if his mouth isn’t on yours, he’s kissing along your palm and wrist while you hold him. he is so fucking pretty.
⟢ surprisingly good with aftercare considering his personality, especially if he was a bit rougher than usual that night. bath, snacks, drinks, cuddles — whatever you want. secret softie for sure.
is he fucking anyone else? — absolutely not. it took him months (over a year, really) to get comfortable with you, and he sure as hell isn’t opening up to anyone else.
鋭児郎 ⸻ eijirō
⟢ kiri is the sweetest, softest dom ever. princess treatment ALWAYS unless you ask for something different.
⟢ sex partner doesn’t even begin to describe it; his entire being is your safe space, and he always gives you so much praise.
⟢ he knows exactly what you like, which also means that he can use it against you if you’re being a brat …
⟢ EATER — breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snack. he wants his tongue stuffed in your pussy any time that you’ll let him. he doesn’t care about his own pleasure, only yours, and he will absolutely cum in his pants if he eats you out for long enough, just from your sweet taste and softly grinding his hips against the bed.
⟢ his thick, heavy cock is so sensitive and neglected, but it doesn’t even bother him. he wants his face between your thighs with your dainty hands in his hair, your legs resting over his broad shoulders. he always wants to be your stability.
⟢ he’ll hold you as close as possible — hips, thighs, ass, sometimes folding your legs up and holding the backs of your knees .. and he loves holding eye contact, threatening to stop if you look away. he knows how handsome he is, okay?
⟢ he’s incredibly sensitive to touch. you often feel him shiver when you run your hands through his thick, silky hair. he groans and nuzzles closer to you, whether it’s during sex or just hanging out. he’s such a puppy.
⟢ mating press is his absolute favorite, and he is so fucking good at it; you always cum embarrassingly fast in that position with him.
⟢ he also loves having you on top, but he gets to control the pace. you just look so cute and pretty while you try to ride his big cock, but he almost always has to help you because he’s so much bigger and stronger. he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous thing in the world.
⟢ you love watching his muscles flex under your fingertips. his chest and thighs are both so, so sensitive. he always whines a bit if you kiss and lick him there. cums almost instantly if your mouth so much as brushes his nipples while you’re stroking his cock, and he’ll nearly die if you suck on them.
⟢ the best aftercare you’ll ever receive. loves cockwarming if you’re okay with it, especially in the bath. it’s his favorite thing ever to have his big, thick length at home in your perfect little cunt.
⟢ goes out of his way to make sure that he has your favorite teas and snacks at his place.
⟢ begs u to spend the night every time.
is he fucking anyone else? — nah. this man is in love with you, he’s just too scared to say it out loud yet.
電気 ⸻ denki
⟢ denki is a switch and completely at your whim. his role might change, but he’s always a great time. he is usually submissive to you just because of his personality, but he’s always up for whatever you want.
⟢ you don’t even have to be mean to get him to beg — you could be giving him absolutely everything he wants, being so, so sweet to him, and he’s still a whimpering and crying mess just because he loves to be doted on.
⟢ he loves being choked :( and sucking on your fingers :( insane oral fixation that he usually satisfies by eating your pussy, eagerly fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit like it’s candy. he can and will stay there all morning, day, and night.
⟢ he is so good with his mouth, but even better with his fingers; probably the best on this entire list. he perfectly knows how to apply pressure and which spots to hit.
⟢ he loves overstim, both giving and receiving.
⟢ he’s never really acknowledged it, but he loves if you objectify him a little; praising his looks and how good he feels, with just a bit of dumbification and degradation to put him in his place — “nothin’ goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, huh, denks? lucky you’re so handsome, baby, just sit there and be good f’me.”
⟢ CRYBABY, and he’s so pretty when he cries. :(
⟢ accidentally called u mommy in bed once, and will absolutely do it again if you’re into it.
⟢ would give literally anything to be called your good boy.
⟢ his quirk accidentally goes off in bed sometimes. luckily the other boys have much better control over theirs, but denki just can’t help himself when he’s worked up :( you’ve never gotten hurt from it, and it actually feels good if it’s not too strong …
⟢ you’re usually the one giving aftercare because he absolutely will pass the fuck out after sex — mostly because he’s emotionally drained, not so much physically. you don’t really mind, though, because he’s just the cutest and he always makes you feel so good. but he is great at it when he does take care of you. :)
is he fucking anyone else? — yes, but you’re his favorite girl by far. he always reaches out to you first, but, c’mon … we all know that pro-hero denki is a slut.
焦凍 ⸻ shōto
⟢ poor sho. he is such a sweetheart. he’s inexperienced, but he trusts you enough to help him work through some of his relationship trauma.
⟢ it’s been a lot of trial and error so far to figure out your dynamics, but he leans towards being dominant because this man is a giver. but it’s shoto, and he is so nonchalant that he’ll also let you do pretty much whatever you want to him.
⟢ he was definitely quiet at first while you two were getting to know each other. he doesn’t always say much, but he’s gotten a lot more comfortable with his own sounds because of how much he loves to hear yours.
⟢ he praises you the entire way through — sometimes it’s a small, “feels good, angel” and reassuring touches, and other times he’s pouring his heart out to you over how good it feels because he can’t hold back anymore.
⟢ although he’s usually dominant, your praise drives him insane. none of your sweet words and compliments go unnoticed, and each one encourages him to fuck you harder and better.
⟢ if he’s ever particularly overwhelmed, you’re the one taking care of him, and the sex is so, so sweet, just letting him cry and feel his emotions. he’s still coming to terms with how broken he is, and you are the most comforting thing to him. he loves that he never has to worry about you judging him.
⟢ he especially loves your voice. he sometimes secretly jerks off during phone calls with you, and tries to play it off like he’s just tired and distracted. he’s too shy to ask about phone sex .. yet.
⟢ his favorites are missionary for intimacy, and prone bone for how good it feels. he loves trying new positions with you, though, so you never really know what to expect.
⟢ sho also loves eating your pretty pussy, but he’s still learning. this isn’t a bad thing, though — it’s actually kind of lucky because you get to teach him exactly how you like it.
⟢ clingy cuddler. he doesn’t usually fall asleep right away after sex because he wants to make sure that you have everything you need before he can settle in.
is he fucking anyone else? — yes, but only if you don’t pick up. shoto has a low sex drive, so it’s rare that he asks you, and even more rare that he asks someone else. he usually just takes care of himself if you can’t make it, and he’s thinking about you the entire time.
Summary: One day Earving leaves and a stranger comes back wearing his suit.
(implied kidnapping, non con touching, yandere, dark content, delusional behavior, i had this idea since the fourth season came out and im finally able to put it on paper so sorry if this doesnt make sense i wrote this all in 20 minutes, takes place before after s3 but before s4)
You know he’s back from the dull thump right outside.
It’s the longest he’s been gone, you muse to yourself while you hear the keys jingle through the door. A little more than a month, if you counted the days right. Usually, his missions were barely a week or two long before he was right next to you, silently staring and watching.
You’ve been with Earving for years now. You should be used to it. And yet, it takes a while to calm down your heartbeat and settle your nerves. You silently practice your smile as his footsteps get closer and closer.
Despite your unease, you were glad he came back. You were starting to run out of food.
The front door gives a dull creak and heavy footsteps echo across wooden floors. You fix your hair and prepare to step out and greet him. You already know what’s about to happen. He’s going to stare and not speak and stare and stare. For the rest of the evening, you will feel eyes rake down your back and your skin and you will pretend it will be fine like always.
You step out of the bedroom and into the living room. Earving is standing, fully masked as always, delicately holding a scarf you’d left out the day prior. He looks like he’s seeing it for the first time even though he was the one who gifted it to you.
He jolts at your voice.
“Welcome back–”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Five minutes later, you’re starting to piece together this Black Noir isn’t Earving.
Even before he spoke, you should have seen the signs. He’s usually so quiet when he comes inside, you barely hear footsteps before he’s right next to you. He never jolts or flinches or sways. Earving’s movements are often robotic and machine-like.
The talking however, is the biggest giveaway.
“-So, this guy lives in some creepy-ass bunker and he also has some random living with him, too? The lack of direction in this role. I’m telling you.”
You quietly sit on the sofa as Not-Earving paces around the living room. You hadn’t spoken, partially because you were trying to figure things out yourself and why this Not-Earving was in the role your captor once had.
“You’re an actor?” You finally decided on. It was the first thing you pieced together from his ramblings.
He pauses his pacing. You can feel him stare at you through the mask. Instinctively, you shift your eyes down.
“Uh, yeah,” he finally says, seeming to calm down. “Vought hired me to replace him but…I gotta’ be honest. The more I learn about the guy, the more confused I get and–hold on do you mind if I–”
He pulls off his mask with a relieved sigh.
You stare. You didn’t mean to stare. You couldn’t help himself. Earving was always so secretive of his face. He never took off his mask, not even with you. Some nights, when the lights were off and you were half-asleep, you swear the face pressed into your neck was unclothed and marred on one side–like a bad burn.
“That’s so much better,” he says. “No idea how anyone breathed in that thing. I still can’t believe they made me cover up my face. It’s the money-maker.”
He was handsome. You couldn’t deny it. If you saw him in the street, you might have wanted to track him down and beg for his phone number. You wondered if Earving was that type of handsome.
“Do you know what happened to him?” You ask. “To Earving, I mean.”
He looks at you. “That’s his name?” He makes a face. “I didn’t even know he had a name. Everything about this guy is a complete mystery. No one told me why he lives in a Dojo apartment at Vought. Is he Japanese? Am I supposed to learn Japanese?”
“It was a marketing tactic,” you find yourself saying, “Vought thought his brand would be more cohesive, with the suit and all that.”
You used to live at the Vought apartment, in the beginning. You should have appreciated how nice you had it back then. It was a cage, just like this bunker, but you had a semblance of freedom. You would see hints of people that weren’t just your captor. The city would glow right underneath you. Earving moved you when Homelander complained about hearing you cry through the walls at night.
Compared to the apartment, the bunker is plainer, sparser. It’s like an empty dorm that hasn’t been decorated yet. Plain and sterile and so much like Noir once acted.
The Noir II stares at you. You fiddle with your thumbs.
“You know a lot about this guy,” he says. “Tell me about him. What’s he like? What are his hobbies? What does he do for fun?”
“What?” You say, dumbly.
“I have no idea who this guy is.” He complained. “I need some type of guidance–something to know I’m doing the role justice.”
You want to ask for his help. You want to ask him to get that chip Earving put in your neck all those years ago. You want to ask him to call the police.
When you glance down, you see the dagger Earving liked to play with strapped right on Noir II hip. It was bloody.
You swallow.
“Okay. I…okay.”
~
Noir II was more punctual than Earving.
He was typically back in the evenings, unlike his predecessor, who’d often spend nights away. Perhaps it’s because Noir II wasn’t a trained assassin sent around the globe to carry out Vought’s dirty work.
That thought gave you more relief. If he was a lot less dangerous than Earving, you shouldn’t be as afraid, then.
Noir II was more friendly. This should be easier then, right? Noir II was constantly talking and talking, and he consistently said he got berated for it by the other Supes. He was nicer.
Truth be told, you tried to have this discussion with him numerous times. Each time you’d try, your words would fail, your throat would simmer back in your chest. Noir II would talk about how annoying Ashley was or how he hated the newest team up and you would sit there and nod.
A part of you tried to dismiss his avoidance of the topic as obliviousness. Maybe he genuinely didn’t realize what was happening? Maybe he didn’t know you were here against your will? He never once asked what Earving was doing keeping you down here, if you wanted to go outside. After all, it’s not like you were kept in chains or screaming for help.
Yeah, he was just oblivious. You’d talk to him about it, today.
You wouldn’t fumble around anymore. Tonight would be the last night you stayed in this damn bunker.
“I really gotta’ thank you,” Noir II says later that night. “I think I’m finally reaching a breakthrough to really get this character.”
His mask was off, but he was in his usual black armor as he talked to you. You were in the kitchen, working on dinner. Earving preferred less strenuous foods. Plain, for nourishment only. Canned beans, slightly stale bread. Something he can eat and get energy from.
Noir II liked richer foods. Some days, he’d bring home pizza or take out. He brought groceries on other days. You were able to play around with fresh fruit and vegetables rather than canned food and nearly expired bread.
It is a nice gesture, but you want to buy your own groceries and make your own purchases.
You want to go home.
You steel your nerves and place down the knife. The onion rests on the cutting board, abandoned.
“Seriously,” he continues, “Homelander hasn’t yelled at me in like…a month. That’s crazy.”
You feign a smile.
“I’m glad,” you respond, “I’m…happy things worked out for you.”
He's saying something about how he finally worked things out with upper management, when you can’t hold back any longer.
“Noir?” You ask. It felt wrong on your tongue.
“Justin.” You speak his real name. He stills at your voice.
You adjust your shoulder, baring your neck.
“There’s this…chip right below my neck.” You weren’t awake when Earving put it in, but you could feel it in the weeks after. Even your body knew how foreign it was. “It shocks me if I get close to the door. Could you maybe…remove it?”
He says nothing. For once, you’re the one rambling.
“If you can’t, then…could you call my family? The police? Or–or maybe the people at Vought. I’ll sign as many NDAs as they want me to. I’ll never breathe a word about this. I just…I just want to leave. Please?”
You could almost taste it on your tongue. Freedom was a door away, and Noir–Justin could make it happen for you. He wasn’t like Earving, he wasn’t like—
“Why?”
His head was tilted like a child with idle curiosity watching an ant.
Something dies inside your chest. Your smile becomes more forced.
You give a helpless shrug. “I want to leave,” you finally say the words out loud, “I want to go home back to my family. I–I don’t even think they know if I’m alive. Just…”
He cracks his neck. You can hear the pop, clear as day inside the still and silent bunker.
“But, why?” He repeats. “Things are going so well for us right now. My career is skyrocketing. People love our act.”
“Act?” You repeat. “But–but I’m not acting this is–”
Kidnapping, torture, dehumanization. Whatever words you wanted to say died in your throat the moment he took his first step to you. Then another. Then another. You’re forced to press up against the counter, shrinking against him.
He’s taller than Earving. Not by much, but it’s easier to see when he’s inches away from you like this. A gloved hand–Earving’s gloves– reaches out to softly touch your face, tracing the side of your cheek.
“Back at God U, my favorite performing arts professor had this really neat trick to get us warmed up. He told us to have a thing that kept us grounded, but something your character would also keep. It could be an eraser, an action figure. I think for me…that thing is you.”
Your vision blurred, but you think he started to smile.
“I think you were that thing to him, too. I mean, why else would he keep you? This shithole has nothing but a few drawings and then..you. That’s got to mean something, right? I think it does.”
You can hear your heartbeat. It pounds through his ears. You wonder if he can hear it too. You wonder if he can see every emotion flickering through your eyes as you silently plead him to let you go.
“I think I’m starting to get it now.” Fingers trace down to your throat. A thumb pressure just below where the chip would be. “I think…I’m really starting to get it.”
There’s a hitched breath before he’s turning away. He shakes his head with a laugh. You remain in your position, curled up in the counter as you stare at him.
“Fuck.” He curses, but he doesn’t sound upset. “We messed up the scene.”
“The scene…?” You ask, warily.
“I’m not supposed to speak, remember?” He reminds you. “And you aren’t supposed to call me that name.”
Black Noir dons his mask, straightening it across his face. He backs away.
Unnamed. @hidingwhere
Summary: Yuta falls asleep when you kiss him
Warnings: None
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LOVE HOTEL @doremichann (X)
Summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?
Warnings: None
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LOVE HOTEL @doremichann (X)
Summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?
Warnings: None
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Eater @blogwagenzmom (X)
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Money Talks @crazykinkrottenkiwi (X)
Summary: None
Warnings: None
Special Tag: Yandere, CEO AU
Unnamed @sweethearticism
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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧 @decayofalice (X)
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Unnamed @nymphaemisery (X)
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Special Tag: Yandere
Unnamed @povcastiel (X)
Summary: clan leader yuta is obsessed with his bride
Warnings: None
Special Tag: Yandere
summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?
warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, senpai-kouhai relationship, dirty-minded!reader, feral!yuuta, first time, praise, handjobs, fingering, usage of lube, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting
word count: 4.64k (it’s shorter this time, since there’s no worldbuilding)
author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-jjk. reader’s a second-year while yuuta’s a third-year. reader is inspired by marin kitagawa from my dress-up darling. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest!
You manage to dodge the curse’s strike by summoning the water from the overhead pipes and sliding your way out. With that, you continue gliding through the path, baiting the curse into following you.
Only when you reach the main annex do you finally stop and face the monster. It takes a lunge, intending to swallow you in one gulp. You raise your arms up, summoning a large volume of water from the reservoir below. You surround the cursed spirit with the water before freezing it solid.
You bark out, “Senpai! Now!”
Okkotsu-senpai jumps from the ledge above, his katana strengthened by a flare of his cursed energy. He swings the blade, and the frozen cursed spirit is instantly bisected in half before it explodes, dissipating into dark dust, and the ice encasing it shatters into shards.
You groan at the curse’s innards drenching you from head to toe. “Eww! Now, I’m all covered in curse gunk!”
“Sorry about that,” your senior lands on his feet beside you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he’s in a similar state to yours. “Besides, it’s nothing a little water can fix.”
Using your technique, you summon water from your waterskin to cleanse the gunk from your and Okkotsu-senpai’s clothes.
“There! Good as new!” You grin, admiring your handiwork. “Well, almost. I can’t do anything about the blood. It already seeped too much into the fabric.”
He smiles, noting, “You already did better than anything I could have done. Good job on freezing the curse. It mustn’t have been easy.”
“I’m not the one who killed it,” you counter. Trapping a curse is an entirely different matter from exorcising it.
“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re a really bad liar, Senpai,” you punch his shoulder lightly before checking the time on your phone. “It’s already one in the morning? This mission took longer than I thought.”
“Should we stay at a hotel?” He offers. “I can book some rooms for us. I’ll pay.”
You shake your head. “You already paid for dinner earlier, and it was so expensive, too. I’ll book the rooms and we can split the bill. Okay?”
You hold your fist out, and Okkotsu-senpai chuckles before bumping his fist with yours. “Okay.”
You ring the call bell, waking the receptionist, a young woman only a few years older than you.
“I booked a room.” You inform her. “It should be under ___.”
She checks her computer, in the meanwhile, scrutinising the slightly torn and bloodied school uniforms of you and Okkotsu-senpai.
Your senpai explains for both of you. “We’re jujutsu sorcerers. We were on a mission.”
Ever since the Culling Games, jujutsu sorcery and curses became public knowledge, and some sorcerers have become known as public figures.
The receptionist’s eyes widen as she recognises him. “OMG, you’re one of the guys who fought Ryomen Sukuna! I am such a big fan!”
You mischievously grin at how fast Okkotsu-senpai turns red at her sudden praise. “Looks like someone here is a big celebrity.”
He’s sheepish, shaking his head at the receptionist. “I’m not really a big deal. Can we just get checked in now?”
“Of course!” She’s suddenly more diligent at her job. “You’re in luck. There’s an available deluxe suite, so I’ll upgrade you. Free of charge!”
“You don’t have to-”
You shut Okkotsu-senpai up by discreetly driving your elbow into his ribs. “Thank you so much! You’re a great gal!”
“Well, it’s the least I can do for Japan’s saviours!” She chirps before handing you the key card. “I see you’ve booked an overnight stay, so don’t worry about making a mess, because here at Serenity, we don’t shame people!”
You aren’t sure why she said that, but you figure it must be some sort of company-mandated slogan, so you nod at her before you and Okkotsu-senpai make your way to the elevator.
It isn’t until you unlock the door to your room that you realise why exactly she had given you a thumbs-up earlier.
Right in the middle of the large king-size bed (you had clearly booked a twin room earlier), there is a box filled with condoms, all sorts of lube, and plenty of sex toys. There’s softcore porn playing on the TV, and rose petals are scattered on the floor leading to the bed, where the ceiling is essentially a large mirror.
You take a look at your senpai. If you thought he was red earlier, Okkotsu-senpai’s face is threatening to burn up.
You take out your phone and open the app you had used to book your room, then you finally notice the small byline underneath the logo.
Serenity Hotel
Don’t be ashamed. Discover a new world!
It finally clicks.
You had accidentally booked a room with Okkotsu Yuuta at a love hotel.
…
Oops.
“Oh crap! A love hotel, huh?” You laugh. Being more open-minded, you are not as bothered by it as the man beside you. You practically bounce over to the bed where you bend over to see the box more closely, not realising your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of your lacy, pastel pink panties. You pay no mind to your senior’s shriek, figuring he just caught a glimpse of the porn playing on the screen. “Wow, Senpai, look at all this! There must be at least twenty condoms in here, and look at the size of this dildo! It’s huge! Now, this is what you call service!”
“___-san!” Okkotsu-senpai chokes when you wave the flesh-coloured phallus around like a baton. He rushes over and takes it away from you, shoving it into the box before slamming it shut.
“You’re being really loud, Senpai,” you banter good-naturedly before opening the box and taking the dildo out. “It’s just a dick. Well, a fake one, but everyone has seen one. It’s crazy big, though. Eight inches. For a love hotel, they should be a bit more realistic. Ooh, look at these vibrators. They really go all out!”
His face is bright red as he tries to take the sex toys away from you while you’re examining them with a morbid sense of curiosity. “Stop it! We’re still students, so we shouldn’t be handling these sorts of items. Besides, eight is just average-”
Hearing him say the last sentence makes you drop the bullet vibrator. “Average? Eight is average?”
He seems to realise that he has revealed a bit too much personal information. “No- I mean-”
“Does Okkotsu-senpai have a big dick?” You think while unconsciously looking at his crotch. He’s one of the taller guys on campus, easily over 180 cm, so it would make sense.
“Senpai~~~ this isn’t how you should treat your kouhai ♡”
You and Okkotsu-senpai turn to look at the TV, where the male actor is roughly fucking the female actress from behind. He is entirely naked while she is wearing a school uniform, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal her big boobs that are heavily swinging with every thrust. The plap-plap-plap sounds echo throughout the suite.
Okkotsu-senpai looks like he just died inside. You pick up the DVD case (you didn’t think they still existed) from the bedside table
“I’m Staying In A Love Hotel With My Senpai. Ha! Talk about a total coincidence!” You jest before noticing a dessert menu. Your eyes light up. “Ooh, Senpai! They serve cheesecake here, and it’s crazy cheap, too! Let’s share one!”
“That sounds nice- Hey, wait a second here!” He cuts himself off.
“What a sudden change in your emotional state.” You comment.
“How are you so chill about this?” He asks, panicked. “We’re in a love hotel right now, and-”
“I’m cumming~~~♡”
Realising that the porn is still playing, he quickly swipes the remote to turn the TV off, face scarlet-red. He’s blushing so much that you could probably fry an egg on top of his face.
“It’s not professional,” he finishes, avoiding eye contact.
You blink, wondering why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to you. You know he’s not that type of guy, but then again, you know that you are more open-minded than most people, so you take pity on him.
“I’m sorry, Senpai, since this is my fault, but we already paid for the room, so it’s a waste if we just leave now.” You calmly explain to him. “If we ignore all the other stuff, in the end, it’s just a room, right?”
He closes his eyes, cancelling out all the sex stuff and compartmentalising his thoughts. It is just a room, and you've already paid for it. He doesn’t want you to waste your money.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just freaking out about all this stuff.”
“You don’t have to apologise to me,” you shake your hands before adding on. “Senpai, you might want to call your girlfriend, though. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with us sharing a room.”
Okkotsu-senpai blinks in confusion. “What girlfriend?”
“Aren’t you and Maki-senpai dating?” How could they not be? They’re always stuck at each other’s hips. “I could have sworn Panda-senpai said something before.”
“No, Maki and I are just friends.” He should really tell the cursed corpse to stop telling people otherwise. “What about you and Itadori-kun?”
“HUH? Me and Yuji?” You exclaim loudly, acting as if he just insulted your entire being. “Why on earth would you ever think that?”
“I mean, you’re so close, and you call each other by your given names-”
“That’s only because we knew each other back in elementary school!” You loudly cut him off. “I once saw him eat his own boogers! Besides, he’s not my type at all.”
“So, there’s no chance-”
“No way in hell.” You suddenly become serious, more than he has ever seen you before. “Not even if we’re the only two people left in the world and Tengen-sama orders us to repopulate the Earth. No. Way.”
“O-okay.” Even when a part of him is relieved that you and Itadori aren’t an item, he can’t help but feel sorry for the pink-haired young man.
After hiding the damn box, Yuuta finally relaxes and scrolls on his phone while lying on his side of the bed. He had already separated the bed into two halves by laying down the small cushions right down the middle. He had offered to sleep on the couch, which is more than large enough, but you persisted, saying that he had worked so hard earlier and earned a good night’s sleep.
He isn’t sure that he can fall asleep in the same bed as you, his crush of nearly a year.
At first, it was just an attraction. You are, in Yuuta’s opinion, a very beautiful young woman, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, whether you were laughing with the rest of the second-years or bending water to fight your enemies.
Then, he got to know you more after spending time with you, and before he knew it, he fell head over heels for your cheerful personality. Even though you and he are polar opposites, you have become a bright, shining light in his small world.
Yuuta could hear the pitter-patter of water as you are taking a shower in the bathroom. He absent-mindedly looks away from his phone and turns to his left, freezing at what he sees next.
The frosted, translucent glass that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite is now crystal-clear. It must have been one of those technological glass screens because now he is staring at your entire naked backside as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. For a few seconds, Yuuta can’t seem to breathe as his eyes follow the trail of water flowing from the showerhead to your back and down to your shapely ass.
It is only when blood rushes downwards and his cock starts engorging itself, that Yuuta finally snaps out of it. He sits back up, facing away from you. He looks down and sees the prominent bulge in his pants, groaning mentally.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn it. What should I do?”
This isn’t the first time he has gotten an erection. He is a healthy young man, after all, but you are literally in the same room as him, and Yuuta doesn’t want to look more like a creep than he already does. He can’t just rub one out when you’re wet and naked in the bathroom, no matter how tempting it is.
“Okay, Yuuta, you just have to blue-ball it away. You’ve done that plenty of times. You can do it now. Just think, Yuuta. Think. Okay, let’s see. Sweaty socks, that mission you had a week ago, kissing Kurourushi.”
Thinking about the Special-Grade cockroach spirit finally makes his dick slump down, and Yuuta breathes out a sigh of relief. He could still hear you humming some kind of anime opening theme.
This is going to be a long night.
Even though every light in the suite has been turned off, you still can’t sleep. Usually, you’re able to doze off as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you can’t seem to fall asleep even though it has been around half an hour since you got ready for bed.
You turn to your right. Okkotsu-senpai is lying on his side, facing away from you.
“Senpai, are you still awake?” You whisper.
For a few seconds, you don’t get an answer, so you shift slightly, assuming he’s already asleep when you hear his voice.
“Yes, I’m still awake,” he says, sitting back up, facing you. “___-san, are you having trouble falling asleep?”
You sit up, groaning dramatically, “For real, and I had such a nice shower earlier!”
He flushes red, remembering unintentionally seeing you in the nude.
“You should have taken a shower, Senpai!” You continue chattering on. “The products they provide are pretty high-quality.”
For some reason, he just washed his face earlier, and when you asked him why, he just said he was more of a morning shower type while avoiding looking at you.
“I’m good,” Yuuta doesn’t want you to find out about the glass screen.
You and Okkotsu-senpai lie back down and stay quiet for a few minutes, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, before you suddenly blurt out a question you have been thinking about for the past hour, and what most likely has been keeping you up. “Is eight really average?”
He chokes, something you have been causing him to do for the entirety of the night. He splutters, “___-san!”
“What? We’re both adults here, so it’s fine.” You prop yourself on your elbow, unintentionally causing the collar of your hotel pyjamas to swoop down slightly, revealing a hint of your cleavage, torturing him even more. “I Googled it earlier, and data says that eight is like in the 90th percentile.”
“Why are you researching stuff like that in the first place?” He asks, puzzled as to why you would do such a thing. He already knows he’s above average, but he doesn’t expect you to know that.
“Because I’m curious!” You exclaim. “What? Girls can’t be interested in that sort of stuff?”
“O-of course, you can-”
“Right? So, is eight average or not?”
“IT’S NOT!” Okkotsu-senpai yells out loud in embarrassment. He slumps down before repeating in a quieter tone, “I-it’s above average.”
You sit back up, clapping your hands and whooping. “Knew it! I have to say, Senpai, I didn’t expect that from you-”
Suddenly, a loud masculine groan cuts you off, followed by a thumping sound from above.
“Sora-chan, you ride me so well.”
“I-I can’t. Kaito-kun, you’re so big~~”
“My little slut takes that big dick so well.”
The thumping repeats more rapidly after that, and for the first time of the night, you feel your face flush. The reality that couples go to love hotels for the sole reason of having sex hits you. You take a look at your senior, wondering if his chest and shoulders have always been that broad before your eyes trail down and you notice a large tent in his pants.
“Um, Senpai, your- you have-”
He follows your gaze and lets out a sound of pure mortification before covering it with a pillow. He stands up before apologising to you, spluttering his words. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!”
Before he could run off, you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks before whispering, your voice faint. “Senpai, I-I could help you.”
“What?”
“I-I have always liked you, but then everything happened.” You confess to him, looking down at the floor. You remember the first time you ever saw him. You were with Yuji and Choso, the three of you fighting off Naoya when his presence caught you off guard. Sure, he was the executioner sent to kill Yuji, but you also thought that if the circumstances were ideal, you would so totally hit that.
Then, it turned out he was faking the whole villain era, and he was actually a sweetheart under all of the ‘I can kill you without blinking an eye’ thing he got going on, and you decided that after all of this was over, you were definitely going to jump his bones.
However, you saw how close he was with Maki, and you got scared. Maki is everything you aspire to be as a sorceress: fierce, independent, strong, and smoking hot. Of course, she and Okkotsu-senpai had to be dating.
“I thought you were Maki-senpai’s boyfriend, and it turns out you’re not.” You look up, finally meeting his gaze before you start whining. “I mean, honestly, I’ve been giving you hints all night, and you won’t even- umph!”
He interrupts you by leaning down and slamming his lips on to yours. Your teeth crash awkwardly before your lips weave together. You melt into him as his hand clutches the back of your head, leaning himself inwards until he is on top of you. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you moan as your own hands travel downwards.
You hesitantly separate from those soft lips as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Senpai, your shirt-”
“Don’t call me Senpai.” He mumbles before pulling your hands away. He pulls his shirt off, revealing toned muscles from years of hard work. His six-pack is clearly defined, and he has a slight happy trail. You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of the man you have been lusting over for the past year. “Say my name.”
“Yuuta.” You whisper, feeling his erection get even harder as he throbs against your thigh. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants. “Please, I want to see.”
He gulps, finding your begging to be particularly arousing, especially when you are the one who is so shy and quiet, while he is relatively calm. This is already better than any wet dream he ever had of you.
He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, revealing a hefty bulge straining through his dark blue boxers. Under your steady gaze, he strips off the final layer of his clothes.
Your eyes widen at the sight of his erect cock. Yuuta is definitely as huge as the dildo you played around with earlier. He is flushed at the tip, throbbing with thick veins.
You move closer to him before tentatively touching him with the tip of your index finger. His breath hitches at your delicate touch. You take that as a sign to move forward, and you wrap your hand around his thick girth. You slowly pump your hand up and down before stroking him.
“Yuuta, you’re huge.” You look up at him while fondling him, slowly spreading his leaking pre-cum all over his length. His eyes that stare back at you are dark, his pupils almost blown out, and glazed over. “How are you going to fit inside me?”
“We’ll make it work.” He pulls your hand away from his dick before he pulls your shirt off, revealing your heaving breasts. He gets on top of you once more, and you become aware of your reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His upper body covers most of your body, and his long limbs are well-muscled and defined. You declare to yourself mentally that Okkotsu Yuuta has the firmest ass in the whole campus.
Yuuta plants soft and gentle kisses all over you, from your face to your lips, before trailing down to your neck, and finally, the valley between your breasts. His lips graze the side of your left breast, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple before he swallows it.
“Yuuta! Senpai! Ah!” You didn’t even know your voice could go up that high as you knock your head back, arching your back. His wet tongue swirls around your nipple before biting it gently, not hard enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for you to feel pleasure. “Do you like my tits?”
“Your mouth… I swear.” He growls before focusing his attention on your other nipple, causing you to pant and gasp as he gropes your boob. “This body. I could worship you for days and nights, and it still won’t be enough.”
His dick slides between your legs, where your juices have drenched your pants. Maybe it’s a side-effect of your technique, or maybe it’s because of how excited you are to finally lose your virginity to Yuuta. Either one is plausible.
He pulls away from your tits, and you whine, wanting him to touch you more, but he hushes you by placing his index finger on your parted lips.
“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructs you, his voice melodic and seductive. “I need to get something.”
You aren’t the type that tolerates getting told what to do, but you obey every single word, hurriedly stripping off your pants and lacy panties. You impatiently wait for him before Yuuta returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. You see that he has already put a condom on, the latex sheath stretched over his cock.
He gets in between your legs before squirting the lube generously on his cock. He rubs himself, ensuring he is generously lubricated. He squirts out more lube onto his fingers before tracing your nether lips, and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
“Are you sure you still want this?” Yuuta asks.
Your heart skips a beat. How on Earth is he so cute, sexy, kind, handsome, and so wonderful, all at the same time?
You lean up to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. Unlike your first kiss, this one is softer, and you sigh as his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss.
You pull away from him, looking at him with eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Yuuta kisses your cheek before nipping your ear gently. His lubed index finger circles your clit before slipping inside you, and you tremble at the intrusion. “Shit, ___, you’re so fucking tight.”
While you are a virgin, you are more than familiar with the art of fingering, but only with your own fingers. Yuuta’s fingers are longer and thicker, and you could already feel him reaching deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you choke back a moan. “A-another. You can put in another finger. Please, Yuuta.”
You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he works his middle finger inside, slowly scissoring you, stretching you out to prepare you.
“Yuuta, please. I’m begging you.” You cry out. “Please make love to me.”
“Really? I can stretch you out more.”
You nod your head furiously. Your cheeks are flushed, the atmosphere is too hot and hazy that you barely even feel him pulling his fingers out of you.
Yuuta lines his cock at your pussy, the head brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before he slowly pushes himself inside. He slowly works you open, watching every single reaction you give as he pushes himself to the hilt.
You inhale sharply at the feeling of him fully inside you.
He groans, his voice deeper than usual. You are unbelievably hot, tight and wet around him, and you’re squeezing him. “___, are you in any pain?”
“N-No.” You stammer. Your reflection shows you dishevelled and sweaty. Your hands hang on to his broad shoulders. “I just feel so full, and you feel so incredible. Oh, Yuuta! Please fuck me! Please!”
Yuuta grabs one hand onto the headboard before undulating his hips, setting a rhythm. Before you know it, you are moaning loudly, gripping the sheets as he pushes himself in and out of you.
“Faster!” You sob as you push your hips up, eager to meet his thrusts. Without pulling out of you, Yuuta adjusts your body to the side, settling your ankle over his shoulder. He gyrates his hips, meeting your thrusts harshly. “F-fuck! H-how are you so good!”
You buck against him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every erratic thrust. You would not be surprised if your moans and his groans are overheard by the guests in the next room. If not, they would at least hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.
“___! I’m close!” Yuuta confesses. “A-are you?”
“My clit! Please, Yuuta, I want to cum with you!”
He wildly teases your clit, pinching it as he pounds into you. Finally, you convulse as he pushes you over the edge. Your spongy walls squeeze him as your orgasm floods your entire being, and your cunt releases your juices, squirting around his cock.
“I’M CUMMING!”
Yuuta’s hips stutter before he groans your name. You feel the hot warmth of his semen through the thin condom as he empties himself inside you, balls-deep.
After both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you. Yuuta slumps down beside you, being careful not to crush you with his weight. He pulls you into his arms as he brushes your sweaty fringe back.
“___, I love you.” He says.
You can feel his rapid heartbeat as you reply, “I love you, too, Yuuta.”
You avoid the playful gaze of the receptionist after she asks if you and Yuuta had a good night’s sleep before winking. Yuuta coughs awkwardly while holding your hand, his thumb brushing your palm.
“Okay. We’re all done here! Please leave us a review, and come back again!" She hands your ID card back to you. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to ask! Was there a curse here last night?”
“Pretty sure there weren’t any last night.” Not that you checked, since you and Yuuta were busy …getting busy. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, a couple of our guests complained that their shower pipe burst last night.” She doesn’t notice you freezing. “They were on the same floor as you so that’s why-”
“Nope. Probably just some maintenance issues with plumbing. Okay, bye!” You cut her off before rushing out of the hotel, dragging Yuuta along with you. You glare at him when you hear him chuckling. “Don’t you laugh! How can I say that it’s because you made me lose control!”
“Darling, you were asking me to-”
“Oh, shut up!” You aren’t sure you like how the situation is reversed now, with how your boyfriend is making you blush with every word.
He kisses your cheek as an apology. “I’m sorry, ___. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
Yuuta breaks his promise the next week when you lose control of your technique and accidentally flood the boys’ dorms’ bathrooms, which is how everyone finds out that you and Yuuta are finally together.
summary: when you and okkotsu-senpai finish a mission, it’s already late, so you offer to book a room for the night. after all, it’s the least you can do since he did most of the exorcising. you’re famously known in the tokyo campus for not paying enough attention to details, so is it really your fault that you mistakenly booked a room at a love hotel?
warning(s): 18+, MDNI, explicit sexual content, senpai-kouhai relationship, dirty-minded!reader, feral!yuuta, first time, praise, handjobs, fingering, usage of lube, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting
word count: 4.64k (it’s shorter this time, since there’s no worldbuilding)
author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-jjk. reader’s a second-year while yuuta’s a third-year. reader is inspired by marin kitagawa from my dress-up darling. support banners and dividers are made by @saradika-graphics. images are from pinterest!
You manage to dodge the curse’s strike by summoning the water from the overhead pipes and sliding your way out. With that, you continue gliding through the path, baiting the curse into following you.
Only when you reach the main annex do you finally stop and face the monster. It takes a lunge, intending to swallow you in one gulp. You raise your arms up, summoning a large volume of water from the reservoir below. You surround the cursed spirit with the water before freezing it solid.
You bark out, “Senpai! Now!”
Okkotsu-senpai jumps from the ledge above, his katana strengthened by a flare of his cursed energy. He swings the blade, and the frozen cursed spirit is instantly bisected in half before it explodes, dissipating into dark dust, and the ice encasing it shatters into shards.
You groan at the curse’s innards drenching you from head to toe. “Eww! Now, I’m all covered in curse gunk!”
“Sorry about that,” your senior lands on his feet beside you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he’s in a similar state to yours. “Besides, it’s nothing a little water can fix.”
Using your technique, you summon water from your waterskin to cleanse the gunk from your and Okkotsu-senpai’s clothes.
“There! Good as new!” You grin, admiring your handiwork. “Well, almost. I can’t do anything about the blood. It already seeped too much into the fabric.”
He smiles, noting, “You already did better than anything I could have done. Good job on freezing the curse. It mustn’t have been easy.”
“I’m not the one who killed it,” you counter. Trapping a curse is an entirely different matter from exorcising it.
“Still, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re a really bad liar, Senpai,” you punch his shoulder lightly before checking the time on your phone. “It’s already one in the morning? This mission took longer than I thought.”
“Should we stay at a hotel?” He offers. “I can book some rooms for us. I’ll pay.”
You shake your head. “You already paid for dinner earlier, and it was so expensive, too. I’ll book the rooms and we can split the bill. Okay?”
You hold your fist out, and Okkotsu-senpai chuckles before bumping his fist with yours. “Okay.”
You ring the call bell, waking the receptionist, a young woman only a few years older than you.
“I booked a room.” You inform her. “It should be under ___.”
She checks her computer, in the meanwhile, scrutinising the slightly torn and bloodied school uniforms of you and Okkotsu-senpai.
Your senpai explains for both of you. “We’re jujutsu sorcerers. We were on a mission.”
Ever since the Culling Games, jujutsu sorcery and curses became public knowledge, and some sorcerers have become known as public figures.
The receptionist’s eyes widen as she recognises him. “OMG, you’re one of the guys who fought Ryomen Sukuna! I am such a big fan!”
You mischievously grin at how fast Okkotsu-senpai turns red at her sudden praise. “Looks like someone here is a big celebrity.”
He’s sheepish, shaking his head at the receptionist. “I’m not really a big deal. Can we just get checked in now?”
“Of course!” She’s suddenly more diligent at her job. “You’re in luck. There’s an available deluxe suite, so I’ll upgrade you. Free of charge!”
“You don’t have to-”
You shut Okkotsu-senpai up by discreetly driving your elbow into his ribs. “Thank you so much! You’re a great gal!”
“Well, it’s the least I can do for Japan’s saviours!” She chirps before handing you the key card. “I see you’ve booked an overnight stay, so don’t worry about making a mess, because here at Serenity, we don’t shame people!”
You aren’t sure why she said that, but you figure it must be some sort of company-mandated slogan, so you nod at her before you and Okkotsu-senpai make your way to the elevator.
It isn’t until you unlock the door to your room that you realise why exactly she had given you a thumbs-up earlier.
Right in the middle of the large king-size bed (you had clearly booked a twin room earlier), there is a box filled with condoms, all sorts of lube, and plenty of sex toys. There’s softcore porn playing on the TV, and rose petals are scattered on the floor leading to the bed, where the ceiling is essentially a large mirror.
You take a look at your senpai. If you thought he was red earlier, Okkotsu-senpai’s face is threatening to burn up.
You take out your phone and open the app you had used to book your room, then you finally notice the small byline underneath the logo.
Serenity Hotel
Don’t be ashamed. Discover a new world!
It finally clicks.
You had accidentally booked a room with Okkotsu Yuuta at a love hotel.
…
Oops.
“Oh crap! A love hotel, huh?” You laugh. Being more open-minded, you are not as bothered by it as the man beside you. You practically bounce over to the bed where you bend over to see the box more closely, not realising your skirt is riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of your lacy, pastel pink panties. You pay no mind to your senior’s shriek, figuring he just caught a glimpse of the porn playing on the screen. “Wow, Senpai, look at all this! There must be at least twenty condoms in here, and look at the size of this dildo! It’s huge! Now, this is what you call service!”
“___-san!” Okkotsu-senpai chokes when you wave the flesh-coloured phallus around like a baton. He rushes over and takes it away from you, shoving it into the box before slamming it shut.
“You’re being really loud, Senpai,” you banter good-naturedly before opening the box and taking the dildo out. “It’s just a dick. Well, a fake one, but everyone has seen one. It’s crazy big, though. Eight inches. For a love hotel, they should be a bit more realistic. Ooh, look at these vibrators. They really go all out!”
His face is bright red as he tries to take the sex toys away from you while you’re examining them with a morbid sense of curiosity. “Stop it! We’re still students, so we shouldn’t be handling these sorts of items. Besides, eight is just average-”
Hearing him say the last sentence makes you drop the bullet vibrator. “Average? Eight is average?”
He seems to realise that he has revealed a bit too much personal information. “No- I mean-”
“Does Okkotsu-senpai have a big dick?” You think while unconsciously looking at his crotch. He’s one of the taller guys on campus, easily over 180 cm, so it would make sense.
“Senpai~~~ this isn’t how you should treat your kouhai ♡”
You and Okkotsu-senpai turn to look at the TV, where the male actor is roughly fucking the female actress from behind. He is entirely naked while she is wearing a school uniform, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal her big boobs that are heavily swinging with every thrust. The plap-plap-plap sounds echo throughout the suite.
Okkotsu-senpai looks like he just died inside. You pick up the DVD case (you didn’t think they still existed) from the bedside table
“I’m Staying In A Love Hotel With My Senpai. Ha! Talk about a total coincidence!” You jest before noticing a dessert menu. Your eyes light up. “Ooh, Senpai! They serve cheesecake here, and it’s crazy cheap, too! Let’s share one!”
“That sounds nice- Hey, wait a second here!” He cuts himself off.
“What a sudden change in your emotional state.” You comment.
“How are you so chill about this?” He asks, panicked. “We’re in a love hotel right now, and-”
“I’m cumming~~~♡”
Realising that the porn is still playing, he quickly swipes the remote to turn the TV off, face scarlet-red. He’s blushing so much that you could probably fry an egg on top of his face.
“It’s not professional,” he finishes, avoiding eye contact.
You blink, wondering why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s not like he’s going to do anything to you. You know he’s not that type of guy, but then again, you know that you are more open-minded than most people, so you take pity on him.
“I’m sorry, Senpai, since this is my fault, but we already paid for the room, so it’s a waste if we just leave now.” You calmly explain to him. “If we ignore all the other stuff, in the end, it’s just a room, right?”
He closes his eyes, cancelling out all the sex stuff and compartmentalising his thoughts. It is just a room, and you've already paid for it. He doesn’t want you to waste your money.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just freaking out about all this stuff.”
“You don’t have to apologise to me,” you shake your hands before adding on. “Senpai, you might want to call your girlfriend, though. I don’t think she’s going to be happy with us sharing a room.”
Okkotsu-senpai blinks in confusion. “What girlfriend?”
“Aren’t you and Maki-senpai dating?” How could they not be? They’re always stuck at each other’s hips. “I could have sworn Panda-senpai said something before.”
“No, Maki and I are just friends.” He should really tell the cursed corpse to stop telling people otherwise. “What about you and Itadori-kun?”
“HUH? Me and Yuji?” You exclaim loudly, acting as if he just insulted your entire being. “Why on earth would you ever think that?”
“I mean, you’re so close, and you call each other by your given names-”
“That’s only because we knew each other back in elementary school!” You loudly cut him off. “I once saw him eat his own boogers! Besides, he’s not my type at all.”
“So, there’s no chance-”
“No way in hell.” You suddenly become serious, more than he has ever seen you before. “Not even if we’re the only two people left in the world and Tengen-sama orders us to repopulate the Earth. No. Way.”
“O-okay.” Even when a part of him is relieved that you and Itadori aren’t an item, he can’t help but feel sorry for the pink-haired young man.
After hiding the damn box, Yuuta finally relaxes and scrolls on his phone while lying on his side of the bed. He had already separated the bed into two halves by laying down the small cushions right down the middle. He had offered to sleep on the couch, which is more than large enough, but you persisted, saying that he had worked so hard earlier and earned a good night’s sleep.
He isn’t sure that he can fall asleep in the same bed as you, his crush of nearly a year.
At first, it was just an attraction. You are, in Yuuta’s opinion, a very beautiful young woman, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated by you, whether you were laughing with the rest of the second-years or bending water to fight your enemies.
Then, he got to know you more after spending time with you, and before he knew it, he fell head over heels for your cheerful personality. Even though you and he are polar opposites, you have become a bright, shining light in his small world.
Yuuta could hear the pitter-patter of water as you are taking a shower in the bathroom. He absent-mindedly looks away from his phone and turns to his left, freezing at what he sees next.
The frosted, translucent glass that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite is now crystal-clear. It must have been one of those technological glass screens because now he is staring at your entire naked backside as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. For a few seconds, Yuuta can’t seem to breathe as his eyes follow the trail of water flowing from the showerhead to your back and down to your shapely ass.
It is only when blood rushes downwards and his cock starts engorging itself, that Yuuta finally snaps out of it. He sits back up, facing away from you. He looks down and sees the prominent bulge in his pants, groaning mentally.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn it. What should I do?”
This isn’t the first time he has gotten an erection. He is a healthy young man, after all, but you are literally in the same room as him, and Yuuta doesn’t want to look more like a creep than he already does. He can’t just rub one out when you’re wet and naked in the bathroom, no matter how tempting it is.
“Okay, Yuuta, you just have to blue-ball it away. You’ve done that plenty of times. You can do it now. Just think, Yuuta. Think. Okay, let’s see. Sweaty socks, that mission you had a week ago, kissing Kurourushi.”
Thinking about the Special-Grade cockroach spirit finally makes his dick slump down, and Yuuta breathes out a sigh of relief. He could still hear you humming some kind of anime opening theme.
This is going to be a long night.
Even though every light in the suite has been turned off, you still can’t sleep. Usually, you’re able to doze off as soon as your head hits the pillow, but you can’t seem to fall asleep even though it has been around half an hour since you got ready for bed.
You turn to your right. Okkotsu-senpai is lying on his side, facing away from you.
“Senpai, are you still awake?” You whisper.
For a few seconds, you don’t get an answer, so you shift slightly, assuming he’s already asleep when you hear his voice.
“Yes, I’m still awake,” he says, sitting back up, facing you. “___-san, are you having trouble falling asleep?”
You sit up, groaning dramatically, “For real, and I had such a nice shower earlier!”
He flushes red, remembering unintentionally seeing you in the nude.
“You should have taken a shower, Senpai!” You continue chattering on. “The products they provide are pretty high-quality.”
For some reason, he just washed his face earlier, and when you asked him why, he just said he was more of a morning shower type while avoiding looking at you.
“I’m good,” Yuuta doesn’t want you to find out about the glass screen.
You and Okkotsu-senpai lie back down and stay quiet for a few minutes, just looking up at the mirrored ceiling, before you suddenly blurt out a question you have been thinking about for the past hour, and what most likely has been keeping you up. “Is eight really average?”
He chokes, something you have been causing him to do for the entirety of the night. He splutters, “___-san!”
“What? We’re both adults here, so it’s fine.” You prop yourself on your elbow, unintentionally causing the collar of your hotel pyjamas to swoop down slightly, revealing a hint of your cleavage, torturing him even more. “I Googled it earlier, and data says that eight is like in the 90th percentile.”
“Why are you researching stuff like that in the first place?” He asks, puzzled as to why you would do such a thing. He already knows he’s above average, but he doesn’t expect you to know that.
“Because I’m curious!” You exclaim. “What? Girls can’t be interested in that sort of stuff?”
“O-of course, you can-”
“Right? So, is eight average or not?”
“IT’S NOT!” Okkotsu-senpai yells out loud in embarrassment. He slumps down before repeating in a quieter tone, “I-it’s above average.”
You sit back up, clapping your hands and whooping. “Knew it! I have to say, Senpai, I didn’t expect that from you-”
Suddenly, a loud masculine groan cuts you off, followed by a thumping sound from above.
“Sora-chan, you ride me so well.”
“I-I can’t. Kaito-kun, you’re so big~~”
“My little slut takes that big dick so well.”
The thumping repeats more rapidly after that, and for the first time of the night, you feel your face flush. The reality that couples go to love hotels for the sole reason of having sex hits you. You take a look at your senior, wondering if his chest and shoulders have always been that broad before your eyes trail down and you notice a large tent in his pants.
“Um, Senpai, your- you have-”
He follows your gaze and lets out a sound of pure mortification before covering it with a pillow. He stands up before apologising to you, spluttering his words. “I-I’m so sorry! I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!”
Before he could run off, you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks before whispering, your voice faint. “Senpai, I-I could help you.”
“What?”
“I-I have always liked you, but then everything happened.” You confess to him, looking down at the floor. You remember the first time you ever saw him. You were with Yuji and Choso, the three of you fighting off Naoya when his presence caught you off guard. Sure, he was the executioner sent to kill Yuji, but you also thought that if the circumstances were ideal, you would so totally hit that.
Then, it turned out he was faking the whole villain era, and he was actually a sweetheart under all of the ‘I can kill you without blinking an eye’ thing he got going on, and you decided that after all of this was over, you were definitely going to jump his bones.
However, you saw how close he was with Maki, and you got scared. Maki is everything you aspire to be as a sorceress: fierce, independent, strong, and smoking hot. Of course, she and Okkotsu-senpai had to be dating.
“I thought you were Maki-senpai’s boyfriend, and it turns out you’re not.” You look up, finally meeting his gaze before you start whining. “I mean, honestly, I’ve been giving you hints all night, and you won’t even- umph!”
He interrupts you by leaning down and slamming his lips on to yours. Your teeth crash awkwardly before your lips weave together. You melt into him as his hand clutches the back of your head, leaning himself inwards until he is on top of you. His tongue slips inside your mouth and you moan as your own hands travel downwards.
You hesitantly separate from those soft lips as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt. “Senpai, your shirt-”
“Don’t call me Senpai.” He mumbles before pulling your hands away. He pulls his shirt off, revealing toned muscles from years of hard work. His six-pack is clearly defined, and he has a slight happy trail. You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of the man you have been lusting over for the past year. “Say my name.”
“Yuuta.” You whisper, feeling his erection get even harder as he throbs against your thigh. Your fingers brush the waistband of his pants. “Please, I want to see.”
He gulps, finding your begging to be particularly arousing, especially when you are the one who is so shy and quiet, while he is relatively calm. This is already better than any wet dream he ever had of you.
He pulled down the elastic of his pyjama pants, revealing a hefty bulge straining through his dark blue boxers. Under your steady gaze, he strips off the final layer of his clothes.
Your eyes widen at the sight of his erect cock. Yuuta is definitely as huge as the dildo you played around with earlier. He is flushed at the tip, throbbing with thick veins.
You move closer to him before tentatively touching him with the tip of your index finger. His breath hitches at your delicate touch. You take that as a sign to move forward, and you wrap your hand around his thick girth. You slowly pump your hand up and down before stroking him.
“Yuuta, you’re huge.” You look up at him while fondling him, slowly spreading his leaking pre-cum all over his length. His eyes that stare back at you are dark, his pupils almost blown out, and glazed over. “How are you going to fit inside me?”
“We’ll make it work.” He pulls your hand away from his dick before he pulls your shirt off, revealing your heaving breasts. He gets on top of you once more, and you become aware of your reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His upper body covers most of your body, and his long limbs are well-muscled and defined. You declare to yourself mentally that Okkotsu Yuuta has the firmest ass in the whole campus.
Yuuta plants soft and gentle kisses all over you, from your face to your lips, before trailing down to your neck, and finally, the valley between your breasts. His lips graze the side of your left breast, and you feel his hot breath on your nipple before he swallows it.
“Yuuta! Senpai! Ah!” You didn’t even know your voice could go up that high as you knock your head back, arching your back. His wet tongue swirls around your nipple before biting it gently, not hard enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for you to feel pleasure. “Do you like my tits?”
“Your mouth… I swear.” He growls before focusing his attention on your other nipple, causing you to pant and gasp as he gropes your boob. “This body. I could worship you for days and nights, and it still won’t be enough.”
His dick slides between your legs, where your juices have drenched your pants. Maybe it’s a side-effect of your technique, or maybe it’s because of how excited you are to finally lose your virginity to Yuuta. Either one is plausible.
He pulls away from your tits, and you whine, wanting him to touch you more, but he hushes you by placing his index finger on your parted lips.
“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He instructs you, his voice melodic and seductive. “I need to get something.”
You aren’t the type that tolerates getting told what to do, but you obey every single word, hurriedly stripping off your pants and lacy panties. You impatiently wait for him before Yuuta returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. You see that he has already put a condom on, the latex sheath stretched over his cock.
He gets in between your legs before squirting the lube generously on his cock. He rubs himself, ensuring he is generously lubricated. He squirts out more lube onto his fingers before tracing your nether lips, and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
“Are you sure you still want this?” Yuuta asks.
Your heart skips a beat. How on Earth is he so cute, sexy, kind, handsome, and so wonderful, all at the same time?
You lean up to kiss him, cupping his face with your hands. Unlike your first kiss, this one is softer, and you sigh as his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss.
You pull away from him, looking at him with eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Yuuta kisses your cheek before nipping your ear gently. His lubed index finger circles your clit before slipping inside you, and you tremble at the intrusion. “Shit, ___, you’re so fucking tight.”
While you are a virgin, you are more than familiar with the art of fingering, but only with your own fingers. Yuuta’s fingers are longer and thicker, and you could already feel him reaching deeper inside you. You bite your lip as you choke back a moan. “A-another. You can put in another finger. Please, Yuuta.”
You lean your forehead on his shoulder as he works his middle finger inside, slowly scissoring you, stretching you out to prepare you.
“Yuuta, please. I’m begging you.” You cry out. “Please make love to me.”
“Really? I can stretch you out more.”
You nod your head furiously. Your cheeks are flushed, the atmosphere is too hot and hazy that you barely even feel him pulling his fingers out of you.
Yuuta lines his cock at your pussy, the head brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before he slowly pushes himself inside. He slowly works you open, watching every single reaction you give as he pushes himself to the hilt.
You inhale sharply at the feeling of him fully inside you.
He groans, his voice deeper than usual. You are unbelievably hot, tight and wet around him, and you’re squeezing him. “___, are you in any pain?”
“N-No.” You stammer. Your reflection shows you dishevelled and sweaty. Your hands hang on to his broad shoulders. “I just feel so full, and you feel so incredible. Oh, Yuuta! Please fuck me! Please!”
Yuuta grabs one hand onto the headboard before undulating his hips, setting a rhythm. Before you know it, you are moaning loudly, gripping the sheets as he pushes himself in and out of you.
“Faster!” You sob as you push your hips up, eager to meet his thrusts. Without pulling out of you, Yuuta adjusts your body to the side, settling your ankle over his shoulder. He gyrates his hips, meeting your thrusts harshly. “F-fuck! H-how are you so good!”
You buck against him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with every erratic thrust. You would not be surprised if your moans and his groans are overheard by the guests in the next room. If not, they would at least hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass.
“___! I’m close!” Yuuta confesses. “A-are you?”
“My clit! Please, Yuuta, I want to cum with you!”
He wildly teases your clit, pinching it as he pounds into you. Finally, you convulse as he pushes you over the edge. Your spongy walls squeeze him as your orgasm floods your entire being, and your cunt releases your juices, squirting around his cock.
“I’M CUMMING!”
Yuuta’s hips stutter before he groans your name. You feel the hot warmth of his semen through the thin condom as he empties himself inside you, balls-deep.
After both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you. Yuuta slumps down beside you, being careful not to crush you with his weight. He pulls you into his arms as he brushes your sweaty fringe back.
“___, I love you.” He says.
You can feel his rapid heartbeat as you reply, “I love you, too, Yuuta.”
You avoid the playful gaze of the receptionist after she asks if you and Yuuta had a good night’s sleep before winking. Yuuta coughs awkwardly while holding your hand, his thumb brushing your palm.
“Okay. We’re all done here! Please leave us a review, and come back again!" She hands your ID card back to you. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to ask! Was there a curse here last night?”
“Pretty sure there weren’t any last night.” Not that you checked, since you and Yuuta were busy …getting busy. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, a couple of our guests complained that their shower pipe burst last night.” She doesn’t notice you freezing. “They were on the same floor as you so that’s why-”
“Nope. Probably just some maintenance issues with plumbing. Okay, bye!” You cut her off before rushing out of the hotel, dragging Yuuta along with you. You glare at him when you hear him chuckling. “Don’t you laugh! How can I say that it’s because you made me lose control!”
“Darling, you were asking me to-”
“Oh, shut up!” You aren’t sure you like how the situation is reversed now, with how your boyfriend is making you blush with every word.
He kisses your cheek as an apology. “I’m sorry, ___. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
Yuuta breaks his promise the next week when you lose control of your technique and accidentally flood the boys’ dorms’ bathrooms, which is how everyone finds out that you and Yuuta are finally together.
`ঔঌ₊⊹ former prude virgin a.k.a. firelord! zuko officially finds out how nice it is to have his wife in cowgirl | 18+
this all started when he met you, his beautiful wife-to-be/now wife.
of course, before he married you, he wasn’t a prude or anything… right?
okay, fine. he was.
zuko hates to admit it but it's true how he was such a prudish virgin before he married you. as soon as he became fire lord, he’d cringe at how the council would suggest marriage for the sole purpose of consummation.
he didn’t see the appeal due to fighting for a great majority of his life. sure, he’d like kids in the future to raise and take care of—maybe one child—but that was it.
but when he finally got betrothed to you, his friend since childhood and a “fine lady of a fine fire nation family” (as said by the council when reviewing bachelorettes/marriage candidates), and mentioned his dilemma to you, you offered to help relieve his views on sex. so you had little sessions before your wedding, specifically on foreplay.
the two of you hadn't done penetrative, saving it for the night of your wedding, but you've taught him an abundance of things: eating a woman out, how to properly receive head, how to finger, et cetera.
until the night of your wedding. and the first position you started with was; the first thing you even did…
“and this… is called cowgirl,” you murmured, pressing down on his lower stomach as you lined his cock to your dripping slit, all ready for him.
when the reception finally ended and the two of you got ready to meet at his chambers, you immediately pounced on him. the both of you agreed that you'd take control, and this position was the easiest for you to do so.
zuko's liked you since forever, but just seeing you in that pretty red lingerie did something to him; that sheer red babydoll slip with gold hardware...he felt like a pervert just wanting to rip it off you like a wrapper covering sweet candy.
he was nervous—a complete opposite of how he’s usually like. the great fire lord? terrified of losing his virginity?
"you keep looking at my breasts, my lord," you teased, tilting your head and bucking your hips as you began grinding on his aching tip.
zuko hissed. “i-i was?"
he mentally cringed. here he was, thinking that after all your lessons on making him more brazen, he'd actually get used to your flirting.
you're such a fucking tease.
"mmhm...you okay?" he breathed out shakily, nodding slowly. "okay, then..."
and the moment you sank down on him, zuko felt a bliss almost comparable to if paradise was a feeling.
and for you? the feeling was mutual.
it's true that zuko was shy and prudish when it came to sex, but that wasn't to say that he didn't have a huge dick. in fact, the day you taught him how to receive head, you had to step out for a moment to regain composure. the guy's dick was fucking huge.
not to mention his cute little attitude made him even more attractive.
you could feel how deep he was in you, how his dick was brushing against your cervix and you weren't even moving.
"'m gonna move, okay?" he nodded, groaning and how deliciously your pussy was squeezing him. you rocked your hips slowly before digging your nails on his shoulders for balance as you bounced yourself on his cock.
zuko’s eyes were on you, stuck on your expression, your breasts, the way your hips connected with his. but really, the moment his eyes laid on that cute little bump forming on your lower tummy, he lost composure.
zuko's hands grabbed at your hips roughly, causing you to gasp and then be slammed on him. "hnghhh—fuck-!"
“zu-zuko—shit—slow d-down!” you cried, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you clung to him tighter, breasts pushed against his lean chest and nails clawing at his skin, drawing blood in their wake. but he didn’t care; your cunt was too good, too intoxicating.
“so fuckin’ tight—shit—” he felt like he was out of his mind, practically rutting into you like he was in heat after getting a taste of pussy for the first time.
zuko grabbed at your ass, his hips beginning to piston into your sopping cunt and feeling your muffled whines against his flushed neck.
were you crying? shit, he was too but you?
if this was how sex was, how this specific position was… he wouldn’t mind doing it forever.
now all zuko can think about at that moment was how he'd love to have you like that any time, anywhere…
clearly, you've taught him well.
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i need this man biblically and this is the result. #letsnottalkaboutthefactthiswasdoneinhalfanhourandathought
i really wanna make a fic where he’s like this but i need an excuse to… i’m a proud #loservirgin zuko truther anyways
megumi x female!reader, nsfw, aged up!megumi, boyfriend!megumi, all the first times in a relationship, shorts smut series, sex, piv, unprotected sex, oral sex, fetish, phone sex, fingering, face sitting, anal play, anal, breath play, dry humping, thigh riding, semi-public, edging, emotional sex, saying i love you, college!au, no curses!au, or basically discovering through the progression of your relationship that your stoic and shy boyfriend is actually a freak, mdni
first time…
જ⁀➴ …meeting each other
જ⁀➴ ...going on a real date
જ⁀➴ ...making out (and he asks you to be his girlfriend, officially)
જ⁀➴ ...dry humping
જ⁀➴ ...sleeping over at his place (and he uses his fingers on you)
જ⁀➴ ...waking up to him
જ⁀➴ ...having sex
જ⁀➴ ...eating you out
જ⁀➴ ...face sitting
જ⁀➴ ...going down on him
જ⁀➴ ...thigh riding
જ⁀➴ ...matting press
જ⁀➴ ...doing it raw
જ⁀➴ ...doggy style
જ⁀➴ ...riding him (and breeding kink full out)
જ⁀➴ ...breath play (and he tells you he loves you)
જ⁀➴ ...edging (and you say 'i love you' back)
જ⁀➴ ...having car sex (on your sixth month anniversary)
જ⁀➴ ...having sex on your period
જ⁀➴ ...having phone sex
જ⁀➴ ...reuniting after some time apart
જ⁀➴ ...cockwarming
જ⁀➴ ...being restrained
જ⁀➴ ...using a toy
જ⁀➴ ...having semi-public sex
જ⁀➴ ...having shower sex
જ⁀➴ ...having bath sex
જ⁀➴ ...using ice
જ⁀➴ ...using candles
જ⁀➴ ...having to be quiet
જ⁀➴ ...squirting
જ⁀➴ ...anal play
જ⁀➴ ...spending your birthday together (and full anal)
જ⁀➴ ...spending his birthday together
Ooooooo Frat!jo and Nerd!jo are doing something to me. I have an idea for anyone who wants it, or maybe I will write it.
The reader skips class all the time, only going in on test days because she finds listening to lectures boring and can learn just as well from reading the slides/textbook. And she goes out partying every night. Frat!jo thinks she is the coolest thing ever because whenever people start to leave because they have class in the morning, or whenever he tries to tease her about having a "bed time" she just rolls her eyes and says she will skip class. Every. Single. Time.
Nerd!jo is pissed off because she is top of the class and yet is never there, only ever seeing her on test days. However, she actually sleeps in until like noon everyday and then studies in the library for HOURS on end, and he discovers this one day when he goes in for a book and finds her hidden in the back with 4 textbooks, 6 notebooks and a whiteboard doing advanced calculus and physics equations.
Both of them falling helplessly in love with the same girl, talking about her to the other, neither of them realizing she's the same girl because she looks so different wrapped up in a big sweater and sweats than she does a dress. Her hair always a mess like she just rolled out of bed unless it's in ring curls, glasses crooked and ink stained fingers that glow under party lights. Coffee helping with the hangover.
