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touching

divider: enchanthings || wc: 363

contains: x fem!reader, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, possibly ooc, they’re in love

note: soz if this is ooc, i’ve only watched the anime and movie and this was wrote in under an hour and barely proofread 😅😅

angel's eyes were all over you, trained to the way your hips buck up, giving his low eyes a glimpse of the wet patch your pussy left. they watch as your hands grip the edge of his pillow, the way you head falls over, picking it right back up and throwing back whenever you tease your clit just right, your hips bucking wilder as you chase your release.

and god, the way your whines and moans filled his ears, and the way you look at him with that pout.

"angel, i wanna touch you s'bad.."

fuck.

your eyes drink in the sight of angel's long ginger falling onto his shoulders, the way his muscles flex as he jerks his cock—grunts leaving his lips as he tries to match the pace your hips rut. your eyes following the way his balls move with each pump of his hand, the way his head often falls back, adams apple bobbing as he moans.

god, he looked so fucking beautiful.

his legs legs are tucked under his thighs, spread wide as his body leans back in just the slightest— arm leaned back as he holds himself up.

his position makes you see everything. it's addicting.

"don't stop- please-" angel begs, his voice traveling south. "'want you to cum all over my pillow, please-"

you frantically nod your head— "yesyesyes" you chant, body shaking as you rut your hips against the fabric like a feral animal.

angel moans your name, eyes resisting to close so he wouldn’t lose the sight of you— his hips buck upwards and his balls tighten as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

"agh- fuck- i wanna touch you so- uh!" angel moans, hips stutter as his cum begins to shoot from his red throbbing tip, some of the hot liquid reaching your skin.

your body locks up and you let out a sob as you cum, head falling forward as tears begin to weld in your eyes.

"angel- i love you-" you choke, hand reaching to wipe your tears as it blurs the sight of the devil in front of you

"i love you too." angel's chest heaves as he speaks— and for a moment, it felt as if he touched you.

[notmclovinn]

how the flip did this get 1k likes tysm yall 🥹🫰

[notmclovinn]

- surprises

wc: 1.9k

contains: fem!nanami x fem!reader, lingerie wearing (r), body worship, somewhat oral, spanking, dom nanami, brat tamer nanami (lowk) pet names (baby, love), nicknames for nanami (nana, ken, kenny), tribbing, bondage using belt, clothed sex, a little rough, teasing, i think that’s it

note: this was supposed to be released on nanami’s bday BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THIS FIC TO BE THIS LONG AND TO TAKE THIS LONG 😭😭😭😭😭😭

note 2: im honestly never confident in my long fics, but hopefully yall enjoy 🥹🫰

nanami sighs as she takes her shoes off at the door, placing her briefcase down in the same motion.

she wonders if you're still awake as she removes her suit jacket and loosens her tie. though you woke up early, it is only around 10 after all.

nanami's footsteps make quiet creaks in the floor as she moves into your shared bedroom, the sound of the tv running filling her ears.

"love?" she calls out as she pushes in the bedroom door to reveal you laid on your stomach watching tv.

you had a robe on, and your feet slowly kicked back and forth as your eyes intensely watch whatever's playing.

"huh?" you turn your head to the voice. "kenny! i didn't even hear you come in!" you smile, already making your way off the bed and to your lover.

nanami hums as you wrap your arms around her, head snuggling into the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent. nanamis hands grip your waist and pull you further into the hug.

"i missed you, y'know." she mumbles as her lips press against the top of your head.

"i missed you more."

you tilt your head up to leave a chaste kiss again under nanami's chin, fingers running through her blonde hair.

"i have a surprise for you" you whisper, slowly pulling away to look into nanami's eyes.

"hmm, is that so?" nanami speaks, a hand raising to take ahold of your chin, the other cupping your nape and pulling you so close that your lips brush hers.

you nod your head with a tiny smile, one hand traveling low to untie the bow on your robe while the other busys itself in nanami's hair, pulling her into a kiss.

the soft sound of your robe hitting the floor catches nanami's attention and causes her to pull away, her eyes drifting downward to see your body.

you had on the most beautiful lingerie set nanami's ever seen. the beautiful brown complimented your skin tone and the lace only drew nanami in deeper.

"shit.." nanami curses under her breath, hands traveling down to touch you.

you let out a whine, wrapping your arms around nanami's neck and hiding your face in her chest as she gropes you.

"ken.." you rasp as you feel her fingers play with your thong.

"when'd you buy this, baby?" nanami questions, hands now running up and down your back.

"a couple days ago." you lift your head to look at her.

"and you hid it from me?"

you could only giggle softly and nod. "yup."

"naughty" she only responds which gets another laugh out of you.

nanami's eyes move travel down and take in the way the bra cups your breast, a hand raising to grope the soft flesh.

"mm-" you moan, body arching into nanami's touch.

"so perfect.." she murmurs, pushing you further into the room.

your legs hits the bed frame and you let your body fall onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows to see nanami who's taking off her belt with one hand as she crawls on top of you.

your back bows as nanami's lips meet your neck, teeth digging into your soft skin.

"kento-" you gasp, hand moving down to help take the woman's slacks off.

by the time nanami's underwear was exposed, she was already kissing down the exposed skin on your stomach.

"so pretty f'me" she whispers, fingers squeezing your hips.

now, nanami lays on her stomach, arms wrapped around your thighs and mouth moving against your clothed sex.

your hips buck "ken- ah- mm- please… stop teasing." you whine, attempting to grind against nanami's face.

nanami pulls away, eyes locked on yours while her head moves to attack your inner thighs. tongue sticking out and laying a long wet lick.

"i'm not teasing." nanami simply states, moving to your other thigh and giving it the same treatment. "i just want to savor the moment. is that so wrong?"

you could only turn your head to look away and whine once more, hips bucking as nanami's teeth digs into your fat.

"look at me."

nanami unlatches herself from your thigh and makes her way closer to you. the sound of her belt leaving her jeans filling your ears.

she keeps herself held up with one hand next to your head, the other that held the belt reaching to caress your face with her fingers.

nanami's fingers roughly grab at your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"i said, look at me. do i need to punish you?"

your hand raises to find nanami's skin under her shirt. "you were teasing me, ken." you pout, fingers dancing along her tanish skin.

"what's your definition of teasing? not getting what you want?" nanami raises herself, gathering your wrists in one hand to bond them. "so spoiled…" she mutters, beginning to tie her belt around your two wrists.

"are you really gonna tie me up?" you flutter your lashes up at your lover, fingers reaching to touch her hand. "it's your birthday, kenny… i'm supposed to treat you."

nanami could only let out a breathless chuckle, tying the belt extra tight which causes you to hiss.

"kenny…" you coo, waiting for her to look at you. "kenny.. dont do this, please?"

nanami finally looks at you, hand still wrapped around your wrist. "give me one reason why i shouldn't tie you up."

"it's your birthday, baby. untie me and i can treat you. i know you had a long day at work.. please?"

nanami tsks and let's your words dance in the air for a moment.

"hmm.." she begins. "no."

"nanami!" you whine as your suddenly flipped over onto your stomach, nanami straddling your thighs from the back.

"all this whining. do i need to stuff your mouth?" nanami speaks, hands beginning to grope at your ass.

you let out a quiet moan and arch into her touch which earns you a slap.

"ah-!" you cry, burying your face into the mattress.

"count." is all nanami says, one hand gripping at your hair to pull your head up as the other lands a harsh smack on your ass.

a groan coming erupts from your throat. "ah- one!" another hit causes a whimper to erupt this time. "t-two!" nanami caresses your irritated skin, fingers digging into your flesh and groping.

you bite down at your lip, trying your best to not make another sound or to move into nanami's touch.

"mmm" nanami hums, hand back to caressing your skin. you let out a quiet whimper as she begins to spread your cheeks, presenting the brown thong you have on. "so so beautiful.." she mumbles, letting go of your hair so she can properly touch you.

your face falls against the mattress with a groan, neck twisting so your eyes can look at nanami's movements.

"can't believe you hid this from me…" she whispers, hands moving to the sides of your body, fingers sliding under and touching your stomach.

"'m sorry.. i wanted to surprise you."

nanami finally looks at you, moving closer so her face is mere inches from yours. "i know." she speaks softly. "you said you wanted to treat me?"

you nod your head eagerly, looking between nanami's two eyes and her lips. "please."

"okay." is all nanami says, leaning closer to connect your lips.

it was a kiss that was far too quick. your lips try chasing after nanami's, but she pulls away and moves to lay on the bed with her back against a couple of pillows.

"come." she speaks, waiting for you to make your way over to her.

nanami watches as you work yourself to where you sit with your feet tucked behind you, tied wrists in your lap.

you let out a huff before crawling over toward nanami, situating yourself so you're straddling her hips, fingers wrapping around her tie for support.

"im proud of you. didn't even ask me for help." nanami teases, hands running up and down your back and pulling you closer into her after she removes her belt from around your wrist, tossing the leather belt else where.

you don't respond to her words, only leaning into her touch, hips beginning to roll.

nanami stuffs her face into your breast, tongue sticking out to collect the sweat that formed on your hot skin. her hands work their way down to your hips, helping you roll them against her clothed sex, mouth still working at your breast.

"ah- nanami-" you choke as your clit catches against hers, the cotton of nanami's underwear causing a barrier that leaves you aching for more.

nanami's hands grip you further, one of them coming up to pull your bra cup down and reveal your nipple.

you let out a quiet mewl as nanami latches onto your nipple, hand that was once gripping you hip now kneads your other breast.

you can feel the wetness that sticks to your panties and it makes you whine.

"kentoo-" you roll your hips in a slower motion, trying to make your harden clits touch for as long as possible.

you could hear nanami's breath hitch as they touch. "fuck." she mutters.

"do you- ah- do you feel how much i need you? ple-ase! please ken.."

nanami lifts her head, "ah- fuck- get on your back, baby." she speaks, already helping you lay onto your back, spreading your thighs and slotting herself right in between them.

she pulls your panties and her underwear to the side so fast you barely notice, a moan getting stuck in your throat as your bare clits finally connect.

nanami holds a tight grip on your thighs as she pins them back against you, rutting roughly against your sex.

"na- ah! mfgh! too fast! kento! slow downn!!" you mewl, fingers trying to grip at her clothing and her blonde hair.

nanami only moves your legs so they wrap around her torso, hips still moving as she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

you could hear her heavy breathing, the lewd slick noises of your wetnesses mixing, and feel the way her clit throbs against yours.

"had such a long day at- fuck- work.." nanami mumbles, hot breath tickling your neck. "but i got the prettiest girl waiting for me at home." she lifts her head, a hand coming up to hold your chin and force you to look at her. "aren't i right?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her close.

"so pretty for me." nanami breathes, face flustered from the pleasure and euphoria.

"ah- ha- mm- happy b-birthday, ken." you choke, connecting your lips with nanami's.

you feel nanami's hips stutter against yours and come to a still, her head drifting back into the crook of your neck as she groans and breathes heavily.

you were in the same position. legs tighten around her torso and hips bucking, trying to find more fiction as you're just on the edge of cumming.

"nana- ngh- please can i cum-" you quietly cry, fingers tightening around her blonde hair.

nanami only responds by moving her hips one more time, just enough to set you off and have you cumming with a choked groan.

you barely have the time to breathe before nanami begins kissing you all over your face, causing a fit of giggles to come from you.

"kento! stop- haha! i can't- breathe!" you laugh, hand moving from her hair to her face, trying to push her away.

nanami ignores your pleads and continues to kiss you all over, working her way down to your breast where she sticks her face in between your breast and giving a long lick down the middle before raising her head to look at you.

"best birthday gift ever. thank you, baby"

[notmclovinn]

- surprises

wc: 1.9k

contains: fem!nanami x fem!reader, lingerie wearing (r), body worship, somewhat oral, spanking, dom nanami, brat tamer nanami (lowk) pet names (baby, love), nicknames for nanami (nana, ken, kenny), tribbing, bondage using belt, clothed sex, a little rough, teasing, i think that’s it

note: this was supposed to be released on nanami’s bday BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THIS FIC TO BE THIS LONG AND TO TAKE THIS LONG 😭😭😭😭😭😭

note 2: im honestly never confident in my long fics, but hopefully yall enjoy 🥹🫰

nanami sighs as she takes her shoes off at the door, placing her briefcase down in the same motion.

she wonders if you're still awake as she removes her suit jacket and loosens her tie. though you woke up early, it is only around 10 after all.

nanami's footsteps make quiet creaks in the floor as she moves into your shared bedroom, the sound of the tv running filling her ears.

"love?" she calls out as she pushes in the bedroom door to reveal you laid on your stomach watching tv.

you had a robe on, and your feet slowly kicked back and forth as your eyes intensely watch whatever's playing.

"huh?" you turn your head to the voice. "kenny! i didn't even hear you come in!" you smile, already making your way off the bed and to your lover.

nanami hums as you wrap your arms around her, head snuggling into the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent. nanamis hands grip your waist and pull you further into the hug.

"i missed you, y'know." she mumbles as her lips press against the top of your head.

"i missed you more."

you tilt your head up to leave a chaste kiss again under nanami's chin, fingers running through her blonde hair.

"i have a surprise for you" you whisper, slowly pulling away to look into nanami's eyes.

"hmm, is that so?" nanami speaks, a hand raising to take ahold of your chin, the other cupping your nape and pulling you so close that your lips brush hers.

you nod your head with a tiny smile, one hand traveling low to untie the bow on your robe while the other busys itself in nanami's hair, pulling her into a kiss.

the soft sound of your robe hitting the floor catches nanami's attention and causes her to pull away, her eyes drifting downward to see your body.

you had on the most beautiful lingerie set nanami's ever seen. the beautiful brown complimented your skin tone and the lace only drew nanami in deeper.

"shit.." nanami curses under her breath, hands traveling down to touch you.

you let out a whine, wrapping your arms around nanami's neck and hiding your face in her chest as she gropes you.

"ken.." you rasp as you feel her fingers play with your thong.

"when'd you buy this, baby?" nanami questions, hands now running up and down your back.

"a couple days ago." you lift your head to look at her.

"and you hid it from me?"

you could only giggle softly and nod. "yup."

"naughty" she only responds which gets another laugh out of you.

nanami's eyes move travel down and take in the way the bra cups your breast, a hand raising to grope the soft flesh.

"mm-" you moan, body arching into nanami's touch.

"so perfect.." she murmurs, pushing you further into the room.

your legs hits the bed frame and you let your body fall onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows to see nanami who's taking off her belt with one hand as she crawls on top of you.

your back bows as nanami's lips meet your neck, teeth digging into your soft skin.

"kento-" you gasp, hand moving down to help take the woman's slacks off.

by the time nanami's underwear was exposed, she was already kissing down the exposed skin on your stomach.

"so pretty f'me" she whispers, fingers squeezing your hips.

now, nanami lays on her stomach, arms wrapped around your thighs and mouth moving against your clothed sex.

your hips buck "ken- ah- mm- please… stop teasing." you whine, attempting to grind against nanami's face.

nanami pulls away, eyes locked on yours while her head moves to attack your inner thighs. tongue sticking out and laying a long wet lick.

"i'm not teasing." nanami simply states, moving to your other thigh and giving it the same treatment. "i just want to savor the moment. is that so wrong?"

you could only turn your head to look away and whine once more, hips bucking as nanami's teeth digs into your fat.

"look at me."

nanami unlatches herself from your thigh and makes her way closer to you. the sound of her belt leaving her jeans filling your ears.

she keeps herself held up with one hand next to your head, the other that held the belt reaching to caress your face with her fingers.

nanami's fingers roughly grab at your chin, forcing you to look at her.

"i said, look at me. do i need to punish you?"

your hand raises to find nanami's skin under her shirt. "you were teasing me, ken." you pout, fingers dancing along her tanish skin.

"what's your definition of teasing? not getting what you want?" nanami raises herself, gathering your wrists in one hand to bond them. "so spoiled…" she mutters, beginning to tie her belt around your two wrists.

"are you really gonna tie me up?" you flutter your lashes up at your lover, fingers reaching to touch her hand. "it's your birthday, kenny… i'm supposed to treat you."

nanami could only let out a breathless chuckle, tying the belt extra tight which causes you to hiss.

"kenny…" you coo, waiting for her to look at you. "kenny.. dont do this, please?"

nanami finally looks at you, hand still wrapped around your wrist. "give me one reason why i shouldn't tie you up."

"it's your birthday, baby. untie me and i can treat you. i know you had a long day at work.. please?"

nanami tsks and let's your words dance in the air for a moment.

"hmm.." she begins. "no."

"nanami!" you whine as your suddenly flipped over onto your stomach, nanami straddling your thighs from the back.

"all this whining. do i need to stuff your mouth?" nanami speaks, hands beginning to grope at your ass.

you let out a quiet moan and arch into her touch which earns you a slap.

"ah-!" you cry, burying your face into the mattress.

"count." is all nanami says, one hand gripping at your hair to pull your head up as the other lands a harsh smack on your ass.

a groan coming erupts from your throat. "ah- one!" another hit causes a whimper to erupt this time. "t-two!" nanami caresses your irritated skin, fingers digging into your flesh and groping.

you bite down at your lip, trying your best to not make another sound or to move into nanami's touch.

"mmm" nanami hums, hand back to caressing your skin. you let out a quiet whimper as she begins to spread your cheeks, presenting the brown thong you have on. "so so beautiful.." she mumbles, letting go of your hair so she can properly touch you.

your face falls against the mattress with a groan, neck twisting so your eyes can look at nanami's movements.

"can't believe you hid this from me…" she whispers, hands moving to the sides of your body, fingers sliding under and touching your stomach.

"'m sorry.. i wanted to surprise you."

nanami finally looks at you, moving closer so her face is mere inches from yours. "i know." she speaks softly. "you said you wanted to treat me?"

you nod your head eagerly, looking between nanami's two eyes and her lips. "please."

"okay." is all nanami says, leaning closer to connect your lips.

it was a kiss that was far too quick. your lips try chasing after nanami's, but she pulls away and moves to lay on the bed with her back against a couple of pillows.

"come." she speaks, waiting for you to make your way over to her.

nanami watches as you work yourself to where you sit with your feet tucked behind you, tied wrists in your lap.

you let out a huff before crawling over toward nanami, situating yourself so you're straddling her hips, fingers wrapping around her tie for support.

"im proud of you. didn't even ask me for help." nanami teases, hands running up and down your back and pulling you closer into her after she removes her belt from around your wrist, tossing the leather belt else where.

you don't respond to her words, only leaning into her touch, hips beginning to roll.

nanami stuffs her face into your breast, tongue sticking out to collect the sweat that formed on your hot skin. her hands work their way down to your hips, helping you roll them against her clothed sex, mouth still working at your breast.

"ah- nanami-" you choke as your clit catches against hers, the cotton of nanami's underwear causing a barrier that leaves you aching for more.

nanami's hands grip you further, one of them coming up to pull your bra cup down and reveal your nipple.

you let out a quiet mewl as nanami latches onto your nipple, hand that was once gripping you hip now kneads your other breast.

you can feel the wetness that sticks to your panties and it makes you whine.

"kentoo-" you roll your hips in a slower motion, trying to make your harden clits touch for as long as possible.

you could hear nanami's breath hitch as they touch. "fuck." she mutters.

"do you- ah- do you feel how much i need you? ple-ase! please ken.."

nanami lifts her head, "ah- fuck- get on your back, baby." she speaks, already helping you lay onto your back, spreading your thighs and slotting herself right in between them.

she pulls your panties and her underwear to the side so fast you barely notice, a moan getting stuck in your throat as your bare clits finally connect.

nanami holds a tight grip on your thighs as she pins them back against you, rutting roughly against your sex.

"na- ah! mfgh! too fast! kento! slow downn!!" you mewl, fingers trying to grip at her clothing and her blonde hair.

nanami only moves your legs so they wrap around her torso, hips still moving as she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

you could hear her heavy breathing, the lewd slick noises of your wetnesses mixing, and feel the way her clit throbs against yours.

"had such a long day at- fuck- work.." nanami mumbles, hot breath tickling your neck. "but i got the prettiest girl waiting for me at home." she lifts her head, a hand coming up to hold your chin and force you to look at her. "aren't i right?"

you nod, wrapping your arms around her neck to bring her close.

"so pretty for me." nanami breathes, face flustered from the pleasure and euphoria.

"ah- ha- mm- happy b-birthday, ken." you choke, connecting your lips with nanami's.

you feel nanami's hips stutter against yours and come to a still, her head drifting back into the crook of your neck as she groans and breathes heavily.

you were in the same position. legs tighten around her torso and hips bucking, trying to find more fiction as you're just on the edge of cumming.

"nana- ngh- please can i cum-" you quietly cry, fingers tightening around her blonde hair.

nanami only responds by moving her hips one more time, just enough to set you off and have you cumming with a choked groan.

you barely have the time to breathe before nanami begins kissing you all over your face, causing a fit of giggles to come from you.

"kento! stop- haha! i can't- breathe!" you laugh, hand moving from her hair to her face, trying to push her away.

nanami ignores your pleads and continues to kiss you all over, working her way down to your breast where she sticks her face in between your breast and giving a long lick down the middle before raising her head to look at you.

"best birthday gift ever. thank you, baby"

[doleuia]

and if you fw @ebonymuse/michaelmuse stay off my blog, im not fw that pretending to be black bc you want clout or whatever tf ! there should be no reason why i wanna check ppls pages now to see if their black writers or not bc mfs dont wanna be themselves!!! + if ur gonna turn the blind eye to this situation and keep reading her fics do not interact with me, block me.

it makes no sense why people are still supporting this weird ass bitch n this weird shit like im disappointed if u are black and still choosing to read, support, or reblog her shit where she writes to portray blk ppl (allegedly) either way that shit is very mf coon and there are better black writers than her that dont have to cosplay to have readers/fans

and no idgaf about no mf apology my people have went thru centuries of oppression, micro aggression, racism, + more just for a lil white bitch to cosplay as us bc what she thought ts was aesthetic??? wrong bitch, not fw it!

[notmclovinn]

why does everyone wanna be usssss just be urself my god

[notmclovinn]

malpractice

wc: 2.1k

contains: x fem!older!reader, law professfor!reader, law student higuruma, age gap (higuruma’s in his early 20s), ooc higuruma (sorry😢), weirdly paced, might be bad (sorry again), implied that r has stretch marks, pinning, making out, sloppy makeout, groping, neck kissing, dry humping, cumming in pants, higuruma’s lowk obsessed, scent kink (?), pet names (sweetheart, baby, hun), male masturbation, shy/easily flustered higuruma, no part 2, pls lmk if i missed anything!!

note: ive acc never written a fic this long beforebut if thres anymistakes in the cw sorryyy im uploading this high asl

note 2: im super sorry if this is bad, higuruma might be ooc, and this is weirdly paced to me 😭😭

higuruma was one of your sweetest students. he always turned in his essays and assignments early, often asking for little side ones for extra practice.

"i just wanna make sure i'm extra prepared for the final.." higuruma sheepishly smiled, a hand cupping the warm nape of his neck. you reassure him with a wave of your hand and a smile. "oh, of course! im sure i have a little something…" you mumble towards yourself, already shifting through the mountains of paper on your desk.

you were so focused on searching your messy desk for an assignment to find, you missed the way higuruma's eyes were fixed on the tiny droplets of sweat that stuck to the skin of your exposed cleavage. his teeth digging into the inside of his lip as his eyes trail your stretch marks that most definitely lead to your nipple.

he wondered how they looked— how you would look. bare chest, on your back, his cock teasing your clit. would they be puffy? or maybe it'd be pebbled. or-

"higuruma? are you okay?"

your words snap higuruma out of his imagination, his eyes snapping at the paper that you held out for him.

"sorry- i just.. uhm.. thank you!" he stutters, taking the paper from your hand.

you shake your head at higuruama's words, letting him take the paper. "no- no worries! i don't blame you for zoning out, happens to a lot of freshmen."

higuruma nods, blush spreading across his hooked nose. "oh! haha.. well, i'll see you next class, miss." he smiles, heading towards the exit of your class.

"bye, higuruma!" you wave towards the male, glossed lips curling into a smile.

higuruma looked at your curled lips and wondered how often you reapply your lip combo— how you looked as well. did your breast press together as you apply your purplish lip liner? he wondered how the lip prints would look on his skin. or maybe how you would scratch at his back. or tug at his hair… god! he was losing his mind!!

he should probably ask you out to dinner- no. that'd be weird.. you're old enough to be his mother.

he shouldn't…

"higuruma! to what do i owe this visit?" you smile with those eyes that make his heart stutter staring up at him.

higuruma adjusts his messenger bag on his shoulder before he speaks. "nothing special, i was just wondering if would you like to go to dinner with me? or brunch if that's more your thing.."

your lips pursed for just a split second. "oh!"

that's not a good sign.

"i would love to, but i think that would be extremely inappropriate considering i'm your professor."

higuruma's cheeks flushed a scarlet red, the blush its deepest at the tip of his ears, and his grip on the strap of his bag is just a little tighter.

"oh- i'm sorry- i wanted to go over my last essay- i got more marks than usual-" higuruma stutters with tensed shoulders.

now it's your turn to be flustered. "oh! haha- i'm sorry i thought-" you shake your head, hands waving as well. higuruma nervously chuckles as well, heart beating loud throughout his body.

"i'm sorry-" your hand lands on your heart and higuruma mouth parts just a bit, watching as your chest jiggles softly from the action.

"i would love to- i think it would be better for us to do it here, actually. i would hate to bring papers to a dinner." you chuckle, leg crossing over the other as lean back in your chair.

higuruma nods. "of course- i'm sorry i came off that way" he apologies, head bowing in apology

god, and you're so sweet you just wave him off.

“oh, sweetheart” fuck. “there’s no need to apologize, okay? i’ll see you next class.”

higuruma smiles, and waves goodbye, thumb grazing over the paper you gave him. grazing right over the area where you held it.

that night, he imagined your glossed lip prints all over his face, your hand wrapped around his cock, and your voice flooding his ears.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" you speak with your lips pressed to neck, pigment definitely staining his pale skin. higuruma's eyes are shut tight, fist wrapped around his hard cock as he imagines the fist is actually yours. "doing so good for me. my sweet baby." you coo, thumb swiping over his tip as your kisses make their way to his lips.

with one more squeeze of his fist around his hard cock, higuruma cums with a low groan and a whimper. his thighs tensing and hips bucking.

next afternoon however, he's sitting next to you in the front row of your classroom and you're lean over pointing out mistakes on his laptop screen.

"so, here." you point to an underlined word. "this statement is just completely untrue." higuruma nods at your words, a soft blush grazing his face as he switches tabs to correct his mistake.

you let out a sigh, leaning back in your desk. "y'know i was a little concerned when you got so much wrong on this essay. you're one of my smartest students."

higuruma's lips purse at your words. he hadn't done bad on the essay on purpose… not really.

"if you need to skip my class at times, that's perfectly fine with me."

higuruma's shoulders tense and his fingers still on the mouse pad on his laptop. "oh- no worries. i just have my off days." he sheepishly speaks, a strand of hair falling as he shakes his head at your offer.

you couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at higuruma's reaction, leaning forward and reaching to fix the fallen strand. "are you sure, hun?" your hand just grazing his as you let it fall back into your lap.

higuruma's eyes widen and his heart jumps, a hand coming up to adjust the neckline of his cardigan, suddenly feeling too tight.

"i'm sure! thank you though."

you nod your head at higuruma's words. taking notice of how red his face his, how tense his shoulders are, and how strained his voice is.

you lean over to his desk, supporting yourself on your elbows. "are you still confused on how you got this grade?"

higuruma usually knows better. he should shake his head and go back to his dorm, but the way your perfume fills his nose is driving him far too insane.

"higuruma?" your hand lands over his. "are you sure you're okay?"

higuruma's next movements are sudden and that causes a reaction out of you— you pull your hand away with a gasp.

"i'm sorry, miss, i have to go." he speaks with a quickness, now shut laptop covering his crotch as he stands and bids you a goodbye before rushing out your door.

you didn't even get to wave the poor boy goodbye. a frown tugging at your lips as worry floods your body.

but, then it clicked.

higuruma was always left leaving your class with something covering his crotch, and his voice seemed like it lacked oxygen or something. oh god, and his tomato face.

does he? … does your student have a crush on you?

the feeling, the thought, the idea of the whole question eats at you for the next two days— the days higuruma wasn't seen in your class. you found yourself staying at your desk extra late in hope he'll show, your thighs pressing together in the slightly ripped pantyhose you wore just for him.

it felt silly, honestly. getting all worked up over the thought of a student having a crush on you. a student!

but what you didn't know was higuruma was walking past your classroom door multiple times a day to catch a peek at you? it was only a couple of glimpses, but thank god for photographic memory.

your posture, fuck. is it weird that your posture turns him on? and the way you sometimes curl a piece of your hair when grading papers— grading them so late at that. were you waiting for him? did you like him back?

multiple knocks on the door frame to your open classroom catches your attention, your eyes widening once you who it is.

"higuruma.. is everything okay?" you ask with visible concern, already rising from your chair to approach the male. "i'm fine, i just came here to apologize." higuruma speaks, wide eyes watching you come close.

you let out a hum, tip of your heels meeting his shoes as you come close to bring the back of your hand to his forehead.

"higuruma, you're all red and warm. have you visited the campus nurse?"

higuruma shakes his head, letting you take ahold of his wrist and drag him to your desk where you sit him in your chair.

"miss, i-i'm fine. i promise." higuruma stutters, eyebrows furrowing as your face is suddenly so close to his. "higuruma, are you.." your hand lands on the bulge in his pants, already hard— from what? neither of you are sure— "are you…" you pull back a little, lips forming into a pout as you feign a thought. "god what's the word?" you squeeze higuruma's bulge, his breath hitching as your glossed lips are now mere inches away from his pursed slightly chapped ones.

"are you attracted to me?"

you lips graze his as you ask the question, eyes flickering from his wide ones to his lips.

"i.."

"you..?"

"no."

you pull back just an inch, but not enough for higuruma to breath, your lips curling into a smile.

there was a beat of silence, higuruma's heavy breathing overpowering the sound of the ac from how close he is.

"so if i kissed you, you'd push me off?"

his breath hitches, a shaking hand raising to hold at your hip— the action only making your lips curl further upwards.

"please."

with a tiny, "hm." of satisfaction, you lean in, taking notice of the way higuruma's body arches into yours.

your glossed lips press against higurumas chapped ones, your blunt nails digging into his shoulders as you lean more into him, practically on top of the poor boy.

higuruma's so eager it makes your lips curl into yet another smile. his own lips already moving for another kiss, head tilting to get more.

"mm.." your push higuruma to lean back in the chair. "slow down." you move to sit sideways in his lap, palms cupping one side of his face while your lips kiss upon the other.

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetie." you whisper right in his ear as you move to attack his neck.

higuruma head tilts back to give you more space, subtle groans and grunts leaving his lips as the sound of your lips pressing against his skin fills his ears.

a quiet gasp leaves your lips as you feel higuruma's palm squeeze your thigh, the fingers grazing the middle of where your two thighs connect.

you pull away, just enough to make contact.

higuruma speaks first, palm hiking its way to grip your ass.

"can i touch you, miss? … please?"

your lips curl into a small smile, nails twirling the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

"you can touch me all you want, baby."

higuruma's grip tightens and you connect your lips once more, the kiss now messy and hungry.

a gasp leaves your mouth and you tilt your head back as higuruma's lips travel down to your neck and collar bone, leaving you panting through your open mouth, sucks and nibbles being left on your sensitive skin, higuruma's rough hands guiding your hips over his hard on.

"mfgh-" higuruma inhales your scent as he presses his nose against your neck— the first area you spray your perfume every morning— "fu-" higuruma takes one more sniff, hand gripping your ass with such force you nearly let out a squeal. "fuckkkkkk.." he chokes, grip loosening and hips bucking.

you feel the warmness spread through the clothing, fingers still raking through higuruma's soft hair as he comes down from his high, his arms now wrapping tight around you as he nuzzles his face further into your neck.

"are you okay, hun?”

"can i do you?"

higuruma's head lifts and his arms tighten around you just a bit, eyes looking deep into yours.

"please, miss. i-" he dips his head back into the crook of your neck, hand slipping lower and gripping at your fat once more (this time with more gentleness)

"i want you." his hands rises further up, fingers sliding under your top and grazing your smooth skin. "i want to see you," his palm squeezes your flesh and your breath hitches. "i want to touch you."

higuruma's eyes meet yours again.

"will you let me touch you?"

[notmclovinn]

this was like my first pornwplot fic and i hated it then and highk still hate it🫩✌️

[notmclovinn]

literally how do ppl write porn with plot im only like 1.4k words in and im #bored just fuck already

[notmclovinn]

yalls just stay w me

im currently working on a (fem) nanami fic that was meant to be released on his bday.. and a hange fic that has porn and plot so im currently 1.3k words in and hope to end it around like maybe 1.8k words (maybe 2k) ✌️✌️

[notmclovinn]

- sweet tastings

wc: 0.6k

contains: hange zoe x fem!reader, oral (r receiving), edging, teasing, they/them pronouns for hange, implied semi-public sex, pet names (sugar), maybe ooc! i think that’s it ☺️

note: hey yallll 🥹🥹🥹 happy pride! im alive and well and my mental health is a lot more stable so i may be writing a bit more 🥹🫰

note 2: i might post a part 2 cuz there is supposed to be more but i got lazy and im eager to post

hange leaves kisses down your body, starting from your lips, to your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, and finally, right against your clothed clit. their brown eye watching your face as they repeats the kiss, this time with more pressure.

“how does that feel?” hange asks, eye watching you intensely.

your chest heaves just a bit, panties soaking further.

“it feels good. i like it.”

hange nods just a bit, their calloused hands rubbing at your waist before lowering down to your hips where the waistband of your panties sit.

their breath ghosts over your clothed sex— heavily, purposefully— as they pulls down your panties— slowly, purposefully.

“up.” they commands in the softest voice and you obey. lifting up so hange could pull off your panties, their eyes trained to the wet spot your cunt left.

without a word, hange slips your panties in her back pocket with one hand and uses their other to take a soft hold on your ankle, chaste kisses already being left on them.

you could only bite your lip in response. your eyes trained to the way hange lips kiss along your legs, their calloused hands rubbing at your skin in ways that make goosebumps spread.

by the time hange reaches your inner thighs, your breathing picks up— and of course they notice this.

“do i make you nervous?”

you dont respond. but your eyes averting and teeth digging into your bottom lip was enough of a response to hange.

hange only gives your right thigh a small nip with their teeth, a wet tongue soothing it right after.

“h-hange.. you’re teasing..” you whisper, the running ac throughout the lab nearly overpowering your voice.

hange only smiles against your skin in response, hands now sliding up to your hips, their mouth going straight to wear you need it most.

“‘m sorry.” hange apologizes, their breath ghosting over your clit as they speak.

your breath shutters as hange starts off with a long lick, collecting all your wetness that was dripping right on their tongue.

“mm..” they softly hum, their hands moving a bit lower to grip at your ass. “i always wonder how you manage to taste so sweet..”

“hange..” you whine, flustered from their words.

hange only responds by diving in deeper, their lips suctioned over your vulva while their tongue laps your clit over and over.

you buck your hips and bury a hand in hanges brunette hair, fist tightening as their tongue moves faster.

“h- ah- god- hange-“ you choke, head throwing back as your hips begin to move, grinding against hanges face.

hange lowers their-self, their tongue prodding at your hole while their nose nudges into your abused clit.

your mouth opens with no sounds escaping and your grip on hange’s hair tightens, tugging them close as you grind your clit against their nose.

breathless moans and quiet cries leave your throat as your grinding turns frantic.

“hange- you’re gonna make me cum-“ you whine, thighs closing around hange’s head.

hange hums into you, the vibrations traveling as their tongue continues it’s assault on your cunt.

“hange- mfgh.. i’m gonna-“

your words are cut off by hange pulling away, your chest heaving and hips still bucking against, now, nothing.

before you get the chance to scold the brunette, they’re already whispering a soft “shh” as their lips move to lay wet kisses against your inner thigh while their hand caresses the outside.

“tell me how that felt, sugar.” hange speaks, brown eye staring up at you.

“i didn’t like it.” you mumble, molars gnawing on the inside of your cheeks while you look down at hange.

hange pouts and rests their head on your knee.

“what didn’t you like about it? describe it to me.”

you let out a quiet huff before responding. “well, i did like it.. a lot.. i just didnt get to cum is all…”

hange lifts their head and nods.

“so needy… i’ll try something different this time.” they speak, their hands already moving to spread your legs further.

“maybe you’ll like it more— lie back.. yeahh… just let me take care of you.”

[notmclovinn]

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hange zoe:

sweet tastings

[notmclovinn]

- sweet tastings

wc: 0.6k

contains: hange zoe x fem!reader, oral (r receiving), edging, teasing, they/them pronouns for hange, implied semi-public sex, pet names (sugar), maybe ooc! i think that’s it ☺️

note: hey yallll 🥹🥹🥹 happy pride! im alive and well and my mental health is a lot more stable so i may be writing a bit more 🥹🫰

note 2: i might post a part 2 cuz there is supposed to be more but i got lazy and im eager to post

hange leaves kisses down your body, starting from your lips, to your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, and finally, right against your clothed clit. their brown eye watching your face as they repeats the kiss, this time with more pressure.

“how does that feel?” hange asks, eye watching you intensely.

your chest heaves just a bit, panties soaking further.

“it feels good. i like it.”

hange nods just a bit, their calloused hands rubbing at your waist before lowering down to your hips where the waistband of your panties sit.

their breath ghosts over your clothed sex— heavily, purposefully— as they pulls down your panties— slowly, purposefully.

“up.” they commands in the softest voice and you obey. lifting up so hange could pull off your panties, their eyes trained to the wet spot your cunt left.

without a word, hange slips your panties in their back pocket with one hand and uses their other to take a soft hold on your ankle, chaste kisses already being left on them.

you could only bite your lip in response. your eyes trained to the way hange lips kiss along your legs, their calloused hands rubbing at your skin in ways that make goosebumps spread.

by the time hange reaches your inner thighs, your breathing picks up— and of course they notice this.

“do i make you nervous?”

you dont respond. but your eyes averting and teeth digging into your bottom lip was enough of a response to hange.

hange only gives your right thigh a small nip with their teeth, a wet tongue soothing it right after.

“h-hange.. you’re teasing..” you whisper, the running ac throughout the lab nearly overpowering your voice.

hange only smiles against your skin in response, hands now sliding up to your hips, their mouth going straight to wear you need it most.

“‘m sorry.” hange apologizes, their breath ghosting over your clit as they speak.

your breath shutters as hange starts off with a long lick, collecting all your wetness that was dripping right on their tongue.

“mm..” they softly hum, their hands moving a bit lower to grip at your ass. “i always wonder how you manage to taste so sweet..”

“hange..” you whine, flustered from their words.

hange only responds by diving in deeper, their lips suctioned over your vulva while their tongue laps your clit over and over.

you buck your hips and bury a hand in hanges brunette hair, fist tightening as their tongue moves faster.

“h- ah- god- hange-“ you choke, head throwing back as your hips begin to move, grinding against hanges face.

hange lowers their-self, their tongue prodding at your hole while their nose nudges into your abused clit.

your mouth opens with no sounds escaping and your grip on hange’s hair tightens, tugging them close as you grind your clit against their nose.

breathless moans and quiet cries leave your throat as your grinding turns frantic.

“hange- you’re gonna make me cum-“ you whine, thighs closing around hange’s head.

hange hums into you, the vibrations traveling as their tongue continues it’s assault on your cunt.

“hange- mfgh.. i’m gonna-“

your words are cut off by hange pulling away, your chest heaving and hips still bucking against, now, nothing.

before you get the chance to scold the brunette, they’re already whispering a soft “shh” as their lips move to lay wet kisses against your inner thigh while their hand caresses the outside.

“tell me how that felt, sugar.” hange speaks, brown eye staring up at you.

“i didn’t like it.” you mumble, molars gnawing on the inside of your cheeks while you look down at hange.

hange pouts and rests their head on your knee.

“what didn’t you like about it? describe it to me.”

you let out a quiet huff before responding. “well, i did like it.. a lot.. i just didnt get to cum is all…”

hange lifts their head and nods.

“so needy… i’ll try something different this time.” they speak, their hands already moving to spread your legs further.

“maybe you’ll like it more— lie back.. yeahh… just let me take care of you.”

[plushworldz]

trust i got yall fr 💯💯💯

[sadisticslut666]

Sorry Toji, Sukuna’s busy fuckin’ your girl

cw: explicit, creampie, fucking your boyfriend’s best friend.

You’re straddling Sukuna on his oversized couch, riding his thick cock balls-deep inside you as you ride him. His large hands grip your ass, guiding you up and down his massive length while your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. Sukuna’s tattoos flex as he leans back, crimson eyes locked on your bouncing tits and the fucked out look on you.

“Shit—you’re tight as hell,” he growls, thrusting up to meet you. You were both definitely burning in hell for this because…

your phone suddenly vibrates on the cushion beside you. The screen flashes Toji<3. Your boyfriend. And the cock you were currently fucking youself on? Your boyfriend's best friends’.

Stupid ass reflex takes over as you snatch it up and answer before you realize what you’ve done. “H-hey,” you say, voice shaky and far too breathy.

Sukuna’s eyes snap wide open as his hands freeze on your hips, cock twitching violently inside you. A rare flush creeps up his neck and cheeks as he stares at you in pure disbelief. He mouths “Are you fucking stupid?” but his hips give a small, involuntary buck upward, pushing his cock deeper.

Toji’s deep, gruff voice comes through the line. “Hey, baby. You still over at Kuna’s? How’s it goin’?”

Sukuna looks genuinely flustered for once and tries to stay still, but his cock is throbbing so hard inside your soaked pussy that he can’t help but give another slow thrust. You bite your lip hard. “Y-yeah… we’re just hanging out. I—ah—miss you.”

“Good. Put that bastard on the phone for a sec. Wanna ask him somethin’.”

Your stomach drops as Ryomen looks so regretful he didn’t grab your phone before you did and above it all, he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he sits up slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you flush against him as he takes the phone. His cock stays buried deep inside your sopping pussy. Sukuna clears his throat, his voice strained, “What do you want, Fushiguro?”

Toji sounds casual as ever. “Just checkin’ in. You takin’ care of my girl? She eat yet? She gets hangry if you don’t feed her.” Sukuna’s grip on your ass tightens almost painfully as he starts fucking you again harder. You bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your whimper, pussy clenching hard around him.

“Yeah… she’s being well taken care of,” Sukuna says as he punctuates the words with a sharper thrust, making your breath hitch. “Real full right now.” He continues as he starts bouncing you on his cock with more force.

Toji laughs. “Good. Don’t let her walk all over you. She can be a handful. You two watching the fight highlights I told you about?” Sukuna’s breathing is getting ragged. He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple while he holds the phone with the other. “Mmm… yeah. Intense shit,” he grunts, the last word rough as your walls flutter around his thick cock. “She’s really into it.”

You’re shaking, biting down on his shoulder to stay quiet, “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it,” Toji says eventually. “Tell her I’ll pick her up later. Thanks for keepin’ her company, man.”

“No problem,” Sukuna replies, teeth clenched as he slams you down onto his cock particularly hard. “Anytime.” The second you hang up, Sukuna tosses the phone aside and flips you onto your back in one rough motion. He looms over you, flushed and visibly pissed off at how turned on he is.

“You fucking idiot,” he snarls, sliding his cock through your wet slicked pussy from clit to teasing you with the tip. “Answering the damn phone while my cock’s inside you—”

You moan loud now that you can, nails raking down his back. “Couldn’t help it—fuck, Kuna—c’mon put it inside—”

His tattoos ripple across his chest and shoulders with every heavy breath, “You couldn’t help it?” he repeats, “Reflex, huh? Stupid fuckin’ reflex got my best friend’s voice in my ear while your pussy was creaming all over my cock.”

He slaps your pussy once with his cock before pushing in slow making you feel every thick girthy part of him. He pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, leaning down so his mouth brushes your ear. “You almost got us caught, you really want that? Think Toji wants a video? Should we send him one, hm?”

He releases your wrists so he can grab your thighs, folding you nearly in half as he drives into you harder. You try to keep a straight voice but end up moaning your answer. “Oh don’t act so holier than thou, you—hnngh—manwhore. Fucking y-your best friends girlfriend? Best friend award of the century goes to—s-shit, right there, Ryo.”

He laughs as he folds you deeper, your knees nearly touching your shoulders. His massive body pins you down, cock spearing into you. “Manwhore?” He repeats mockingly, “Yeah? Says the slut who answered her boyfriend’s call with my dick stuffed inside her. Could’ve hung up. Could’ve ignored it. But no—you picked up like a good little girlfriend while your pussy was dripping down my balls.”

You cry out, “F-fuck—Ryo—!”, your small hands grabbing onto his muscles flexing as he uses you. He leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark before licking over it. “Toji’s gonna pick you up soon… and you’re gonna be limping, cunt swollen and full of my cum. Think he’ll notice?”

The dirty thought makes you clench violently around him. Sukuna groans, eyes rolling back for a second before he doubles down, pounding you hard. Sweat beads on his skin, his normally composed face twisted with pleasure. You nearly scream, pussy gushing around his thrusting cock as your whole body spasms while you cum. Sukuna doesn’t slow down, fucking you straight through it with wet thrusts until your eyes are watering. “Shit—yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?”

You try to look away from him, turning your head but he grips your chin forcing you to. “Oh-h, shut up, Ryo. Just-t fuck me harder,” you whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of your eyes.

He slams into you harder, faster, as your juices coat his shaft and drip down to his balls. Thick, hot spurts flood deep inside you, pulse after pulse until it’s leaking out around his cock.

He grinds deep through it, making sure every drop stays plugged inside you. He stays buried deep as you both pant, “Answering the phone with my dick balls-deep in you like it’s nothing. Reflex my ass. You wanted him to hear how well I’m taking care of this pussy.”

He finally pulls out with a wet sound before slapping your ass, “Now go clean up before your boyfriend shows up and I have to pretend I didn’t just rail his girl again.”

a/n: I NEED KUNAAAAA also I would so do this to get back at toji for doin something shitty hehe

[pinkmirth]

𝒮𝐼𝑀𝑀𝐸ℛ.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. firelord zuko!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 900+ words of . . . ) nsfw, husband!zuko x watertribe!wife!reader, canon-divergent universe, established relationship, teasing, size difference, zuko has an edging kink, missionary, finger sucking, belly bulge, slight use of firebending, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ here i present, my first tribute to the fire lord! one look at the new-and-improved zuzu and i lost ittt >.< omg he’s never looked better . i just had to put out somethin’ spicy for this delicious man in the meantime, until the real firecracker bun finishes baking! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎  𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) lovely thang, kut klose ⨾ earned it, the weeknd ⨾ body smile, dvsn  ⨾ hold on, the internet

zuko fucks you so, so slow. takes his sweet time, moves with a maddeningly balmy heat; much like the kind that smolders beneath the callous of his palms. it's a slow-burning ember that simply refuses to catch fire, no matter how much you ache for even the littlest flame — ache for him. 

his long, dark hair spills over his broad shoulders like ink bleeding into tainted water, and he peers at you through that swaying, silken curtain, eyes ambered with pure lust. he uses the muscled brawn of his frame to keep you pressed into imported satin mahogany sheets, as if he could live forever in the saccharine pulse of your dripping cunt. 

or, perhaps not. maybe, he simply finds there to be more pleasure in the hunger of a good tease. it’s sudden when he pulls out, drenched to the very base of his dark, downy hair, wettened in the sweet overflow of your juices. the silence that follows the ‘shlick!’ is heavy and warm, filled only with the sound of synchronized breathing. in the stillness, every small sensation feels magnified. cool air against buzzing skin, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats, the gaping emptiness within you that zuko left in his wake.

there he lingers at the precipice for what you consider to be a torturous eternity — glides his heavy, pulsing length along the weeping seam of your slit, drags the throbbing underside of along your slickest folds in a way that teases your entrance; he enters just a fraction, his shallow promise of depth before he withdraws entirely. you’re left terribly hollow. 

“you want it, huh?” he taps along the hypersensitive bud of your sticky clit with his swollen, mauve tip, gaze narrowing whenever you whine. “need to be fucked so badly, don’t you? aw, my poor baby . . .”

through the gaze of his golden, unmarred eye, you’re a vision of beautiful undoing beneath him; all breathless and pleading for the friction he so carefully withholds. crystalline tears trace the flushed curves of your warm cheeks, salt meeting skin. zuko’s large hand moves to find purchase, his pale fingers contrasting sharply as they bloom against the rich, warm brown of your hip, gripping you with possession. 

you begin to press onto him, wiggling your round, pretty ass against his bobbing cock until he’s forced to rock back and meet your rhythm. 

it’s then that the tether snaps, leaving him helpless against the both the gravitational pull of your plush, pouted lips, and the siren call of your sweet pussy; he catches your hips in two sweltering palms, unable to endure another second of the space between you.

finally, finally, he sets away his restraint. he’s toyed with you long enough . . . who is he to deny you now?

when zuko eventually flips you onto your tautly-arched back and sinks home — tilting his strong hips at that precise, devastating angle — he presses in past smooth, squeezing walls and fills you to the very brim; a thick, sated pressure with a weight leaves you impossibly stretched around the girth of his hard cock.

he devours your pitched sounds in a deep, swollen kiss, his tongue sliding into the cavern of your mouth to suckle on your own with a heavy, shameless wetness. the low, messy sound of him drinking you in is syrupy and loud, a slick noise that echoes in the quietness of him swallowing up your gasps. 

you pull away for air and reach up, desperate to claw at him, your soft palm sliding over the firm ridges of his toned stomach until your fingers trace the jagged, fleshy bloom of the lightning scar centered at his solar plexus. it’s a map of his old pain, vibrating against your skin as he lets out a long, shuddering exhale that tells you he’s wholly, devoutly, surrendered his fire and found his personal heaven inside of you. 

“mmgh, zuko — finally . . .”

he only chuckles, a low vibration that resonates through the saffron-spiced air of his bedchamber, his head dipping low. the raised crimson dermis of the burn mark around his eye brushes against your temple; a rough, familiar texture that only adds to the delicious friction when his forehead brushes yours. 

he rocks into you with such a torturous slowness that it feels as though he isn’t fucking you at all. you’re practically sobbing for him to just move.

your spirited husband, an ever so patient man, only chuckles, shushing your dulcet whines with the prod of two thick, pale fingers. they settle onto the pink of your tongue and sink further into the velvet of your mouth, claiming it as his own. he watches intently, with beautifully sharp molten eyes as your spit pools and gathers, slicking the width of his middle and index until they glisten.

“don’t worry, my love,” he coos, feeding you a deep, heavy thrust that distends the soft curve of your belly from within. his free hand descends, palm blooming with the slightest flicker of ignited heat as he presses that simmering touch over your pelvis, marking the bulge where he passes in and out of you.

he fights the spread of a grin as you moan and gag around his fingers simultaneously, your breath hot and frantic against his palm. “i’ll make you feel so fucking good, i promise . . . you’ll forget you ever had to wait.”

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[notmclovinn]

- satoru gojo firmly believes eating pussy is a form of art…

wc: 1.0k || not proofread

contains: x fem!reader, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, sweets, pretty,) squirting, aftercare if u squint, i think that’s it

note: im so v sorry for my weird release schedule, ive been dealing w my mental health issues and stuff. i’m also sorry if this isnt good 😓

note 2: happy 4/20!! 🫰🫰

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"i mean, you can get messy with it, you can take it slow— hell, you can even hold hands!" he drunkenly explains, beer sloshing in its can as his hands fly around. "it's the best thing ever."

…

messy with it…

"oh.. mfgh… slow dooownnnn!"

satoru's head shakes against your sex— spit, wetness, squirt, a mixture of all three pooling under your ass and dripping down his chin as he eats you out.

"taste soo fuckin' good." his words are muffled as he attempts to shove his face deeper into you, tongue dipping in and out of your cunt as it slides along your slit, often circling around your clit.

satoru pulls back just an inch to spit a nice fat glob of salviva onto your clit and watch it dribble down your soaked folds

his hands hold your thighs pinned against your chest, your knees nearly reaching your ears. your hips would be bucking and rutting against his face if it wasn't for his tight hold.

"satoruuuuu!! 'm gonna- ohhh…." your words trail off and your thighs begin to tremble under satoru’s palms.

"yeah? gonna cum?"

with a faint nod of your head, your eyes roll back and you cum with silent gasps of air, squirt gushing in the same rhythm satoru's tongue moves.

satoru's tongue slows and he loosens his grip on your thighs, thumbs caressing your smooth skin.

"you okay, baby?" he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your ankle as he extends your leg. you couldn't even bring yourself to answer, eyes still squeezed shut with your chest heaving.

satoru bends low, hand traveling to extend your other leg as he does so. "i've got you.. just relax." he whispers even lower, pressing a soft kiss to your chin as his hand caresses your skin.

…

take it slow…

satoru worked his lips from your lips to your cunt. soft plump lips making a quiet smooch with each kiss planted on your skin.

"toru.." you whine and buck your hips as you feel his tongue flatten against your swirled navel. "shh.." satoru's tongue drags further and nudges just against your throbbing clit.

“tryna take it slow f’you..”

you let out a quiet gasp as satoru dips lower, tongue gathering the wetness that drips to your taint and licks all the way up to your clit where his lips suction around the bud.

a whine leaves your lips and you buck your hips, jaw slacking open as satoru stuffs his face into your sex as close as possible, tongue moving slow with heavy pressure.

"oh god.. satoru…"

your moans are breathless as satoru's large hands grip your hips and guides you through rolling them, bright blue eyes locked on your face the entire time. "doin' sooo good for me, pretty" satoru mutters as he pulls away just an inch before latching right back on

you could only gasp and arch your back, pleasure spreading all across your body. "toru.. feels so good…"

satoru hums in response and the vibrations only cause more pleasure that makes you whine and make your thighs tremble as they rest on satoru's shoulders.

"i know, sweet girl. taste like fuckin' candy-"

satoru's words make you whine once more, fingers snaking into his white hair and tightening.

"satoru-" you whined, back bowing as his tongue continues lap up and down with pressure. "mmm.." your hips roll in a circle in the hands of satoru, his tongue dipping lower and sliding into your cunt.

satoru lets out a low groan, digging in deeper so his nose presses against your clit.

curses float in the air from your lips, your back bowing as the pleasure spreads and increases.

"'s so pretty f'me."

his words are muffled, but god the vibrations from his voice and the way his eyes look into yours is enough.

"toru…" the back of your head meets the mattress. "'m gonna cum.."

so he doubles down— grip tightening, mouth suctioned, and thick tongue sliding up and down your dripping folds, mainly focusing on your clit.

your thighs shake on his shoulders as you cum, back bowing and mouth gaping in pleasure.

"toruuuu-" you croak, tears stinging in your eyes as his tongue slows but the pressure he applys increase. "mm- i got you." he mumbles, words barely reaching your ears as he continues his slow, sensual assault.

…

holding hands…

"cmon, pretty, lemme hold your hand— thaaat's it." satoru coo's, breath grazing your already throbbing clit. your hand slowly slides into his, your warmths merging together.

the tip of satoru's tongue sticks out to lay a slow kitten lick on your clit, blue eyes watching your face contort and jaw slack.

your hand tightens and breath hitches.

"just relax. i got you, baby."

satoru's tongue darts out further, laying a proper lick from your cunt right to your clit.

"toru.."

satoru mumbles a 'shh…' hand squeezing yours as his lips suction around your clit, wispy white lashes batting up at you. satoru pulls back, tongue licking from your dripping cunt to your clit where it circles around the bud.

"so perfect f'me." he whispers, mouth moving to suction and suck on your lips, tongue sliding right down the middle and dipping into your wetness.

your back bows off the mattress from satoru's actions, hand squeezing his with a new force.

satoru hands were definitely going to be aching from the way youre squeezing them, but it's honestly not your fault— with the way satoru focused on your clit, his pretty pink lips suctioning around your swollen bud with only one sole purpose: to make you cum.

"sa- ah! satoru!" a gasp moan mixture leaves your lips, intertwined fingers starting to ache as the pleasure only increases.

satoru only hums into you, diving a little deeper with a shake of his head— eyes still trained to your face.

with one more hum from satoru and one more suck on your sensitive clit, you cum with a cry and shaking thighs, hands of course still squeezing your boyfriends.

"thaaat's it.. cum for me, pretty." satoru mumbles, now pulling away to lick all your juices and cream as your body still shivers from your orgasm.

[notmclovinn]

no way!

wc: 0.5k

contains: loser/goonerjo x fem!reader, oral (m receiving), mean!reader if you squint, weird moans from gojo (just hmo lmfao), snowballing, pet names (baby), inaccurate dick measurements (??)

note: if anyone knows where the fanart is from, pls lmk!!! the pinterest post i got it from didn’t mention any artist in the description 💔

you let out a breathless chuckle as satoru releases himself from his boxers, dick springing out, tip flushed and dripping.

"that's not going in me."

you guys been secretly dating for a bit. make outs and grinding was all you did… until now.

you pulled away from satoru's lips, whispering a 'wanna fuck?' and watching as red spreads across his face, a whimper leaving his swollen lips as your hand slides lower into his loose sweats.

he was big. the 'girth over length' kind of big. a good 5 inches long, 6.5 inches wide— way above average.

satoru's white brows furrow, nearly reaching his glasses frames. "huh?"

you lean forward, wrapping a hand around the base and sloooowly bring it up.

"this isn't going in me." you repeat, tracing a finger along his gooey slit.

satoru's stomach flex and breath hitches, hands rushing to bunch his shirt up to under his chin.

"no- haa oh fuck- no sex?" he chokes, wide eyes as he watches you lean closer, your lips grazing his tip as you shake your head.

"let's just try something different, mkay?"

satoru barely has the chance to nod before you wrap your lips around his tip and his brain just shuts off, a choke moan leaving his lips.

this was better than he could have ever imagined. your mouth was so warm, warmer than his fist or any toy he's ever fucked. was your cunt just as good? maybe it was better…

"i want it- oh fuck- i want it-" satoru babbles, hand reaching to grip at your shoulder, lip trembling as he feels your hand traveling low to fondle with his balls.

"you gonna cum, baby?" you purr, sliding off his cock with a lewd noise, both hands wrapping around his shaft and pumping

satoru frantically nods, whines and whimpers spilling out of his mouth freely as his hips begin to up into your fist. "eughhh 'm gonna cummm- thank you so muchhhuhhhhhh" satoru slurs, chest heaving in a broken rhythm as cum begins to shoot out his red tip.

there's a pout on your lips, "toru, you made such a mess..." your low eyes stare into his wide ones as you bring your hand close to your face and lick the cum that coated it.

was this real? was this just a kinky dream or was this real?? satoru can't believe he isn't staring at a computer screen, but instead, he's staring at you. who is very real.

satoru didn't even have the time to think before your body was pressed against his and your lips were kissing his.

his eyebrows raise and eyes shoot open, as he feels you push his own cum into his mouth, your tongue bumping into his in the process.

holy fuck he tasted disgusting. maybe it was all the junk food and energy drinks…

you pull away with a quiet pant, strings of saliva mixed with cum connecting you and satoru's lips.

"i can't believe i was gonna let you cum inside." you scoff, making your way off his bed to spit out any residue of cum in your mouth, a loud hacking noise filling the room as you do so.

"wait what— seriously?! there's a next time, right? …. right?!"

[notmclovinn]

this fic made me realize im shit at measurements but im glad you guys enjoyed