Summary: It started right after the Halloween party you went to with your friends. You dressed as a witch, and your boyfriend went to the classic ghost face & all black clothes. Okay. It was supposed to be just that—just costumes and a nice party—but the thing is… You liked seeing him in those clothes and a mask a little too much.
WC: 3.5k
⚠️ warnings: nonidol!au, smut, established relationship, role-playing, cnc if you squint, ghostface!San, bigdick!San, dom!San, slight degradation, knife play (but the knife is fake, let's play safe), rough sex, choking, spitting, unprotected sex (just wrap it), creampie, established safe word (not used), spanking, name calling
taglist: @yunhosprincess0323 @wookookiechan (lmk if you want to be removed)
an: Huh… merry Christmas?
Yeah, I started this fic in October, but ofc I couldn't finish cause I've been VERY stuck since I finished the last fic. But here we are, yay! I hated it, :D IUSHDUIHSAD And this was a request from a friend, so… I hope you like it, @nyxdebelle.
It started right after the Halloween party you went to with your friends. You dressed as a witch, and your boyfriend went to the classic ghost face & all black clothes. Okay. It was supposed to be just that—just costumes and a nice party—but the thing is… You liked seeing him in those clothes and a mask a little too much.
You liked it enough to want him to wreck you while wearing those; he looked too hot, you couldn’t help yourself…
Yes, a bit freaky, but he knew you.
Naturally, he thought you were joking when you told him. Then he realised you weren’t. Thanks to him, a new kink was discovered—and of course, he was more than supportive, as always. He’d always been curious about roleplay too, and there’d never been the right moment… until now.
So yeah. You told him, he liked the idea, and you started wondering when it was going to happen. You had sex with him after that talk a few times; he was pretty addicted to you, and you to him. But he never brought it up again. Never mentioned it… You started to think maybe he’d forgotten about your little fantasy…
But that wasn’t like him. He didn’t usually forget things.
You didn’t know that he was just waiting for the perfect chance, just waiting to surprise you.
So on Friday night, when you finally came home from work, all tired and wanting to have dinner and some cuddling, you found it a little weird that all the lights were off when you got inside the apartment. Was your boyfriend out? He didn’t say anything.
But then you felt your phone buzzing in your purse, and when you checked the screen before answering, it was him.
“Hi, babe. Where are you? I just got here, I thought—”
“Your safe word is “mountain”. Do you understand?”
His voice was… threatening. A bit lower than the usual.
Oh… so it was that.
Was it finally going to happen? Fuck, your legs went weak right away.
“Yes.”
“So repeat. What is your safe word?”
“Mountain.”
“Good girl.”
And then he hung up.
You felt your body hair standing up, like you were in danger, even though you knew that wasn’t the case, but the rush…
Everything was dark, and now you knew you weren’t alone there.
You tried to take a deep breath, dropping your things on the kitchen counter. Keys, cellphone, purse. Like you usually do after getting home, just acting normal and pretending you weren’t already pulsing between your legs.
You didn’t turn the lights on, not until you reached the bedroom. Then you switched on both lamps, just enough to give the room a faint, warm glow.
You started to undress, first removing your boots and socks, then your blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, because somehow you knew he was close. You knew he was watching you; You could sense those eyes on you from somewhere in the dark.
Piece by piece, your clothes came off until you were standing there in just your bra and skirt.
You looked so unbothered that San couldn’t tell if you were aware of his presence or not, but behind that mask, he was already losing his mind watching you. It was time.
You imagined he would be hidden in the dark corner next to the window, behind the curtains, maybe, so you kept your back turned toward that spot so he could make his move. You didn’t know why, but your hands were shaking.
Suddenly, you felt him behind you.
It was like you could feel the heat coming from his body, even if he wasn’t touching you yet. You just knew he was there.
You were just thinking about how he’d start the game, but then you felt his hand wrapping around your neck, and very slowly, his body pressing against yours. Hard chest against your back, and you froze under his touch.
“Shhh…” He squeezed a little tighter, just enough to make you whimper. You didn’t fight. “Be a good girl and behave… so you’ll have a nice time.”
You nodded weakly, already lightheaded from the lack of air.
“Gonna do as I say?”
You just saw that he was holding a knife in his other hand. Fuckin God. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse spiked, and you couldn’t move.
“I didn’t hear you,” he murmured, brushing the blade across your stomach slowly, making sure you could feel it was fake. “Gonna do as I say… or am I gonna have to hurt you?”
“No, please… don’t hurt me .” You gasped, your voice barely coming out. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
He hummed in approval, loosening his grip on your neck and letting you breathe again. His hand slid down slowly, fingers brushing your skin as he tugged the straps of your bra off your shoulders. He didn’t have to say a word; you understood. You unclasped it yourself, letting the fabric fall to the floor at your feet. Your nipples hardened instantly when he traced the flat side of the knife up your stomach, dragging it higher until it reached your ribs, making you shiver.
You wanted him to touch your nipples, they were so sensitive, so hard you could cry from how good it would feel if he touched you there. But he didn’t.
“On your knees.”
It took you a few seconds to obey his command; you felt dizzy, almost high from how turned on you were. It was insane how your body reacted to him like that. But since you didn’t kneel right away, he grabbed your hair and kicked your feet apart, forcing you into the position he wanted.
You just sank down, sitting on your heels, and only when he stepped in front of you could you finally see him properly. The mask, the knife, the clothes. He’d chosen a leather jacket this time, and you could see the tight black tank top underneath, clinging to his body and showing off every muscle.
Fuck. He was hot. Too hot.
He lifted your chin with the tip of the knife, and even though it was fake, it was still sharp enough to hurt. You could feel the sting against your skin as you looked up, following his movements.
“Good. Now put your hands behind your back.”
“But—”
He tilted the knife a little higher, pressing the point harder against your chin, just enough to make you flinch. And your body betrayed you again, turning that small bite of pain into pure arousal.
“I don’t remember saying you could talk.” You could feel how serious he was sounding, his voice was a little muffled but still cold. “Hands. Behind. Your. Back. I won’t ask again.”
Oh God, he was so fuckin hot dominating you like that… You just did as he said. Your hands went behind your back, and you stared at him, at the mask. You didn’t know what was going to happen.
San grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and dragging your face right against his crotch, forcing you to feel how hard he was under his pants. You tried to pull away a little, just by instinct, but you couldn’t. Not with that knife at your neck.
“I’m hard just thinking about that mouth of yours,” he growled, grinding himself against your cheek. “Gonna make you cry while choking on my cock.”
He kept rubbing his clothed dick on your face, the friction making your cheeks burn, but you didn’t dare speak. He wouldn’t let you.
“Is that what you want?” He finally paused, bringing the knife-hand down to his zipper, undoing his pants and letting them fall. “Answer me. Tell me you want me to fuck your face.”
“I want it. Please. Do whatever you want to me, just please… don’t hurt me.”
You were playing your role so perfectly that San almost slipped out of his. Almost. But he was enjoying this too much, enjoying how obedient you were for him.
He shrugged off his jacket, leaving only the boxers, the mask, and that tight black tank top stretched over his chest. His biceps looked huge, veiny, unreal… and for a second you almost misbehaved on purpose, just so he’d pin you in a headlock and—God. What were you thinking?
“Lick it.”
He yanked your hair again, dragging your face to his thick outline, rubbing it right over your mouth. You stuck your tongue out, licking the damp fabric, tasting the precum soaking through as he guided your head to the tip.
He growled, watching you make a mess of yourself, and his underwear was already drenched. You were drooling everywhere, spit dripping down your chin and pooling on your thighs.
“Messy girl. Now open that mouth.”
You barely had time to breathe. He shoved his boxers down, and his cock slapped heavily against his stomach. So thick, veiny, painfully hard. Your mouth watered. From your angle, it looked even bigger. You knew he was going to ruin you.
You opened your mouth… and closed your eyes.
Big mistake.
The slap against your cheek came sharp and fast, making your heart jump—but he didn’t hit you too hard. It was just enough to shock you.
“Eyes on me.”
You nodded, mouth open again, gaze locked on the black void of his mask. He teased you first, tapping your lips with his cock, smearing precum across your mouth and chin, stroking himself against your face.
Suddenly, he pushed in, hitting the back of your throat in one brutal thrust, and it was just half in. You gagged, you choked instantly, trying to hold the tears that started to fall from your eyes cause he didn’t stop. He held your head, pushing deeper and deeper, and you breathed through your nose, your hands still behind your back, and drool dripping from your mouth onto the floor.
The noises you were making were just obscene. That wet gagging sounds, the muffled moans, the tears, the spit… it was a mess. And he barely started.
“Fuck, such a good girl for me.” He finally pulled out, letting you gasp, and a string of spit hung between your lips and his cock. “Suck it. Just the tip.”
You wrapped your lips around him, sucking gently, tongue circling the sensitive head, tasting how much he was leaking for you. You swallowed everything he gave you. You didn’t stop until he grabbed your head again, using your mouth exactly the way he wanted.
“Just like that.” He groaned, his thighs tensing while he thrusted into your face. “I bet you’re dripping right now, huh?”
You moaned against his cock, choking on him again, and he pulled you out roughly, making you stare up at his masked face. You could hear his soft laugh. He was enjoying this, enjoying ruining you.
“You look so pretty all fucked-up like that.” He stroked himself slowly, watching you, that mask making it impossible to tell where he was looking. “Get up.”
For a second, you thought he’d let you move on your own. But no. San yanked your hair again, forcing you up onto your feet, the cold blade returning to your neck as he pulled you close.
“Take the skirt off.”
You were pressed against the wall, his body close, the knife resting at your neck. His breathing under the mask was heavy, impatient; loud enough to let you know how eager he was. You slowly unzipped your skirt, your eyes dropping to the bulge straining inside his underwear, your throat still sore from the way he had used you earlier.
As soon as the fabric fell to your feet, he dragged the blade along your body, following every curve, moving painfully slow until it reached your panties. You didn’t move. You didn’t speak. You had no idea what he was planning, but the excitement pooling between your legs made it impossible to hide how badly you wanted to know.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He turned the knife, using the flat of it to press against your clit, making you gasp and squirm against the wall. “Slut. You’re really loving this.”
Fuck, you clenched hard enough to feel your arousal dripping. You were desperate, you tried to move your hip, but you didn’t even notice. You wanted more friction; you needed more.
“Don’t even think about it.” His free hand wrapped around your neck, holding you firmly in place. “Don’t move. I’m playing.”
You nodded, doing everything you could to stay still while he toyed with your swollen clit using the knife, teasing, watching every reaction, every pathetic attempt to swallow your moans, every tremble in your legs. And San knew you too well not to use that against you.
“Fuck… you’re soaking the knife.” His voice faltered for a split second, the role almost slipping. “Needy whore.”
You gasped as his fingers tightened slightly around your throat, your body betraying you again, turning every word and every touch into pure arousal. He kept teasing you, barely touching you the way you needed, reducing you to nothing but a toy for his amusement. You wanted more. You bit your lip hard, trying not to beg, trying not to break the role and ask him to fuck you already.
But you wouldn’t do that, you couldn’t.
He suddenly stopped. For a moment, he put the knife away just to pull his tank top over his head, and it was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. Just underwear. That mask. Bare skin, you were absolutely crazy about his honey skin, especially when he was all sweaty on top of you. You were shamelessly staring, probably drooling, and you didn’t care. You wanted to touch him so badly it almost hurt.
“Like what you see?” He picked the knife back up, tracing its tip along your body again. “Turn around.”
Oh no, that was cruel. Was he going to take that sight away? That was even meaner than slapping your face.
But you already knew what would happen if you didn’t obey him, so you turned around, placing your hands against the wall, arching your back just slightly.
“What a good girl.” He dragged the blade along you again, then suddenly ripped your panties away, forcing your legs apart just enough to expose you. “Yeah… show me how much you want to take cock.”
You couldn’t help yourself. You rolled your hips back, grinding against the knife, spreading your slick everywhere. But he didn’t let you enjoy it for long. He pulled the blade away and told you to open your mouth.
You did; legs shaking, pussy clenching, thighs sticky with your own arousal. You were a mess. And you loved it.
“Yeah, lick it.”
You cleaned the knife with your tongue, tasting yourself, making him groan at the filthy sight. He loved it just as much as you did.
“You’re behaving so well…” He finally set the knife aside, his hands roaming over you and over himself. “I think you deserve a treat.”
“P-please…” You arched your back a bit more, spreading your legs in a way that he could easily angle himself behind you. “I…”
“You… huh?” He pushed his underwear down, freeing his cock, stroking it slowly before slapping it against your ass. “You want it?”
“Yes.”
“Shit. You’re really a slut.” He aligned himself, dragging the tip through your slick before pressing it against your hole. “So take it.”
He pushed in hard, burying himself inside you in one rough thrust.
Fuck.
You had to bite your lip to hold back a scream, because yes, it hurt. But it was different. It was… so fucking hot. So good. You felt so full your legs nearly dissolved, and he had to grip your waist to keep you from collapsing. The burning stretch inside you, his heavy breath against your neck, his groans... Everything was overwhelming, stimulating every nerve at once. It was too much. And you couldn’t even moan. He was fucking you hard, relentlessly, thrusting into you and pinning you to the wall until breathing became a struggle. Fuck, he was rougher than ever. Your eyes rolled back as pleasure flooded you, that familiar pressure already building deep in your stomach. All the teasing beforehand had left you desperate and oversensitive.
“Fuuuuck… you’re clenching so hard.” He kept slamming against you. “Gonna cum? Yeah?”
He shoved your face against the wall, the sting only making it better as he kept fucking you without mercy. Perfect. That was all you could think about. Just ask him to wear the mask, to be rough, and he was everything; he really understood his assignment.
Your orgasm hit you so hard you cried, you screamed, you drooled, you couldn’t even think, your mind went blank. He fucked you dumb, and you couldn’t care less.
He didn’t stop, though. He kept talking about how hot and tight you were feeling, how much you were creaming his cock. You just whimpered, feeling dizzy as he kept overestimulating you, so much that you almost came again, but you couldn’t cause your legs gave up.
He stopped you from falling, holding you by the waist, pulling out right away and trying to talk to you, but your ears were all weird, his voice was so far away that moment… You couldn’t even answer him when he spoke to you again, so of course, he got really worried.
“Baby, you’re alright?”
You nodded because it was all you could handle doing, and you were still very much high on pleasure, feeling the way you were contracting your walls around nothing.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Come on, let’s finish this in bed.”
He carried you to the bed, laying you down carefully, and only then did your body start to function again. Your legs were already spreading on their own, like your body knew exactly what to do, but San took his time, sitting there, waiting until your breathing slowed, until you could breathe like a normal person again.
“You’re really fucked out…” His hand brushed over your thigh, making you shiver. “Want me to keep the mask on?”
“Take it off. I wanna see you.”
When San tossed the mask aside, you couldn’t stop staring at his face. He was sweaty, his hair a complete mess, and being able to see his expression, the hunger in his eyes, the way he kept looking at you made everything feel even more intense. Too good. Way too good.
“Did you like it? I mean… I can tell you did, but—”
“Fuck, baby. You killed me. Now come here…” You slid your hand between your legs, spreading your pussy lips for him. “I want you to fill me up.”
“God. I love how much of a cockslut you are.” He leaned in to kiss you, fitting himself between your legs, his dick rubbing slowly through your folds until he aligned with your entrance and pushed inside. “Still clenching for me…”
You wrapped your legs around him, the angle making your mind go completely blank again. He felt too big, too full, hitting everywhere you needed him. Fuck. If he kept moving like that, you were going to lose it all over again.
“Wanna cum again…” Your nails dug into his back, dragging against his skin. “Please, fuck me harder, San.”
He groaned against the skin of your neck, grabbing your thighs and thrusting harder against you, the sounds of skin against skin echoing through the room along with your desperate moans and broken pleas.
“Cum with me, baby. Cream my cock, milk me. Come on.”
The slight friction against your clit was enough to make you melt again. This one wasn’t as intense, but it still made you cry out, whimpering loudly, enough to drive him crazy. You felt his thrusts grow sloppy, heard his needy moans just a second before he filled you up.
God, you were leaking.
He kept fucking it into you, dragging it out until it was almost too much.
“Oh fuuuuuck, yes! Milk me, just like that… Wanna see you drip my cum until tomorrow.”
Your legs slowly loosened around him, falling back onto the bed as you struggled to catch your breath. San rolled onto his side, pulling you with him until you were curled against his chest, your head resting on his warm, sweaty skin.
God, you love this man. He is absolutely perfect.
“So…” you murmured, tracing lazy patterns over his abs. “How was that for you? You’re way too hot, I have to say.”
“It was fun. I was holding back at first, but when I saw how much you were enjoying it…”
“I was. I loved it. Just like I love you. Thanks for doing that.”
“I love you too, baby.” He kissed the top of your head, making a silly smile escape from your lips. “And I really liked it. Feels like we opened a whole new world of options, huh?”
“Oh, yeah…” You bit your lip, leaning closer to his ear. “I already have a few ideas…”
summary: Overtime you developed an obsession with your neighbour, San. Slowly you started to infiltrate his life. One night he reaches out, mistaking this obsession for genuine fate, unaware that he is being completely isolated.
warnings: darkfic, smut MDNI, dubcon, obsessive and creepy behaviour, obsessive thoughts, manipulation, stalking, masturbation, sub!san, somno (kinda), dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex
word count: 8,4k
note: not proofread, also tysm for all the interactions on my first fic!! sorry for disappearing, i’ve been working on this for a long time and finally got to finish it yippiee
You had been observing him for months.
Every single day the moment you got home, your eyes instantly drifted upward to where he stood on his balcony. Sometimes, you would run into him at the entrance of your shared apartment complex.
He completely consumed your every thought, not just because of his looks, but because of his kindness.
He was the missing piece.
A few meaningless interactions were all it took to trigger the shift. Soon, you found yourself monitoring his routine. You noted the exact minute he left, the specific cars that picked him up, and the people he allowed into his space.
Isolation wasn't just a habit for you.
At work, you existed as a ghost, completely invisible. Outside those hours, the silence was defeaning.
You had never fit in. Since you were a child you were just a silent spectator standing on the outside while other kids ran, laughed, and existed in a warmth you couldn't touch. You were always the one watching from the shadows, entirely erased from their world.
But it was nothing compared to your childhood home. Inside those walls, your parents looked right through you.
There was no love, no care, no warmth.
Most of the time, you were met with silence. The only time they ever acknowledged you was out of necessity or when their resentment turned to rage. You learned very early that survival meant staying quiet, blending into the background.
Maybe that’s why you never learned how to love the right way.
Night after night, lying in the dark of your bedroom, your phone screen would illuminate your face as you systematically combed through his digital footprint. You memorized his posts, studied the shifting patterns of his followers and analyzed every interaction.
You wanted to finally be seen.
The standard neighborly small talk wasn’t enough. You needed everything.
But words had always failed you. So, you relied on the one skill that had kept you alive your entire life: you watched.
Some might call it obsessive, but to you, it was the only way to finally make him notice you.
So, you slowly began making your way into his friend group.
Hongjoong, one of his friends, worked at a café near your workplace. You began stopping by in the mornings before your shift. When he worked at the register, you often found yourself chatting with him. It was nothing meaningful, but just enough to make him remember you.
After some time, you began sitting with Hongjoong during his breaks at the café. The two of you would joke around, laugh together or you would simply listen to him talk about the music he was currently obsessed with.
In these conversations, you were practically mirroring his interests. You stayed up late to look at his socials, just to have something to bring up in your next conversation.
· · ─ · ✝︎ · ─ · ·
One evening at closing hour, you were sitting with Hongjoong as usual, simply talking, until someone walked in.
You froze.
It was San.
Hongjoong stood up to greet him. “Hey man, thanks for picking me up! I'm glad to see you,” he exclaimed happily.
You stared blankly at the two of them as they were having a conversation, suddenly feeling out of place. Then, San looked at the person Hongjoong had been talking to earlier.
"Oh hello, didn’t think you guys knew each other," he smiled at you.
Your mind was racing. You didn’t expect him to be here, you weren’t prepared. So you just greeted him with a simple hi, while smiling back at him.
Luckily, Hongjoong chimed in. "You two know each other?"
"Not really, she’s my neighbor. We sometimes talk when we see each other," San said, still looking at you.
"Oh, that’s cool! I’ve been talking to ____ for a while now. She’s keeping me company… unlike you guys, who almost never visit me at work," he sneered.
San turned to him laughing: "Well, if you wouldn’t cancel on us every time we ask you to come over, maybe the others would stop by too."
"Next time I’ll be there, I promise," he whined. "Speaking of that," Hongjoong looked at you. "Why don’t you come too? I mean, it would be nice to have someone like you there. The other guys surely wouldn’t have anything against it."
This was the moment you’ve been waiting for. This was the moment you’ve worked so hard for. "Sure, I’ll come," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
When you got home that day, you couldn’t sleep.
You had to be prepared.
You had to put on the same fake persona just like you did with Hongjoong. You didn’t know who exactly would be there, which was rather unfortunate, but just when you started to lose hope, you suddenly got a text from Hongjoong.
hongjoong: heyyy, we’re gonna meet up at san‘s tmrw at 6pm :D
hongjoong: I already asked woo, mingi and yeosang if they're okay with you coming and ofc they said yes!
you: yayy thank you :)
you: should i bring anything ?
hongjoong: noo, no need to bring anything, we’re gonna order something anyway
you: alrighty, thank you for having me :D
hongjoong: no need to thank me, i’m happy to finally see you outside of my work place !!
hongjoong: see you then <3
Hunched over your laptop, you scanned their profiles, trying to claw together every scrap of information you could find. Luckily, Wooyoung and Mingi were pretty active on their socials, constantly reposting stuff and posting their daily activities. Yeosang, however, was like a ghost.
Every single one of his accounts was locked down tight, completely private.
Once your research was done, you finally crawled into bed.
You were so close, so close to finally getting what you wanted.
To be noticed, to be remembered, to be a part of his life.
· · ─ · ✝︎ · ─ · ·
You were restless, it was already 4am, still scrolling on you phone.
When suddenly San’s latest post flashed in front of your eyes. He was at the beach, wearing nothing but swim shorts, posing effortlessly for the camera. There was nothing inherently sexual about it, there really wasn't, just a sweet, casual update to show what he had been up to.
The background captured a sunset, the fading light catching the sweat glistening across his abs, framing that signature grin that deepened his dimples.
You stared at the picture.
Heat was already pooling between your thighs. It felt gross getting off to a picture that was meant to be entirely innocent, but the longing had built up for too long, and he looked too devastatingly beautiful to ignore. You gave in.
Holding the phone in one hand, your free hand slowly slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. They were already damp, the friction alone sending a jolt straight to your clit. A soft whimper escaped you at the contact, your eyes never leaving the screen. Pushing the fabric aside, you slid a finger between your folds. You moaned softly against the quiet of the room, slicking yourself as you began to massage the bundle of nerves, desperately pretending it was his hand instead of your own.
Your fingers trailed downward, teasing your entrance. His whimpered his name when you finally pushed a finger inside, wanting it to be him so badly. You pictured him holding you tight, his frame pinning you down as he prepped you for him.
Adding a second finger, you let out a breathless moan, you imagined how his fingers would feel inside you, how much larger, thicker and longer his fingers would be. You were so close by now, not just because of the stimulation of your own hands, but because of the thought of him doing this to you.
When you finally peaked, you cried out his name, ragged breaths escaping you as the high rippled through your body.
And still, that damn picture remained open on your screen.
You should have felt a wave of shame, but as you looked at him, how could you?
Not when it felt this good.
· · ─ · ✝︎ · ─ · ·
Standing before his door, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you
You had prepared for this moment, but actually being here felt entirely different than managing Hongjoong.
You knew exactly how naive and easily manipulated Hongjoong was. But you hadn't met the rest yet.
This wasn’t just about stepping inside his apartment, this was entering his life.
Whispering a silent prayer that everything would unfold exactly as planned, you finally knocked. Only a few seconds passed before the door swung open. San stood there, looking down at you with a gentle, unsuspecting smile. He greeted you warmly, stepping aside to invite you into his space.
The rest of the guys were gathered in the living room, the low hum of their conversation fading as you entered. Hongjoong was the first to approach, closing the distance to wrap you in a welcoming hug.
"I am so happy you're finally here," he beamed, breaking the hug to point toward the couch. "That's Wooyoung sitting on the right," he laughed softly. "You've probably seen him around a few times already, considering that he practically lives at San’s place."
In fact, you had. You had seen everyone who had crossed that threshold over the past few months.
Wooyoung stood up, offering his hand with a gentle grin. "Hey____, Hongjoong hasn't stopped talking about you since we arrived. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Cute, you thought, maintaining your composure.
"Oh, wow, I definitely didn't expect that from him," you replied, effortlessly mirroring his warm smile to mask the thoughts running through your head. "The pleasure is all mine."
After smoothly introducing yourself to the rest of the group, you sat next to Wooyoung, who was seated at the opposite of San.
You were officially on the inside and they had absolutely no idea who they had just let through that door.
While engaging in a conversation with Wooyoung, you smoothly dropped a few subtle hints about things you already knew he liked. You kept it low, just a passing mention here and there, purely to make yourself seem more intriguing and perfectly aligned with his interests.
He took the bait effortlessly. He talked a lot about his bond with the others. He reminisced about how San and he had known each other since middle school and how they had been inseparable ever since.
Talking to Wooyoung was easy, he was genuinely nice and open, but as he spoke, you found yourself secretly wishing it was San opening to you with that level of freedom. You couldn't help but steal glances across the room. San was sitting there, laughing carelessly at something Yeosang had said. A wave of jealousy hit you.
It irritated you that someone else was the reason behind that smile. But you forced the feeling down. Not today. Today wasn't about conquering San just yet, it was about becoming part of his inner circle.
You had to play the long game.
You couldn't afford to overplay your hand.
The rest of the evening carried on effortlessly.
After ordering food, you began engaging with the others too, applying the same charm you had used on Wooyoung, slowly weaving your way into their trust, one conversation at a time.
When you saw San walking to the kitchen to wash the dishes, you followed him.
"Need any help with that?"you asked innocently.
He smiled at you. “Sure, I could use a helping hand.”
You stood next to him, drying off a plate as he washed the next.
"Oh, I just remembered," you chimed in, "I saw that you have some Pokémon cards displayed on your shelf. I actually love collecting them too."
San looked at you, surprised. "What? No way! I’ve been obsessed with Pokémon since I was little. The others always tease me for still liking them."
"Me too," you replied smoothly. "People always told me my interests were childish, but I stay true to myself. I have some rare cards at my place," you smiled, "You should come over and take a look sometime."
"That is a great idea! It’s so nice to finally have someone to talk to about stuff like that," San said flashing a warm smile.
You actually did own a few cards yourself, but you had only bought them because your research showed that he liked them.
San and you talked for a long time about his interests, and coincidentally, you seemed to love most of them too. The conversation felt completely natural. You knew him inside and out and San just like the others ate it all up. As you stood there chatting, you felt a deep sense of pride. You were officially in.
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The evening went on. You laughed and smiled with the others, but your mind was stuck in that kitchen. It was the first time San had actually looked at you, really looked at you and that feeling was intoxicating.
When it was finally time to leave, you played your part perfectly, thanking everyone for being so kind.
But the moment you closed your apartment door behind you, the fake smile dropped. You were practically trembling with excitement. Everything was falling into place perfectly. You were getting closer to your goal. Just as you were getting ready for bed, your phone buzzed.
hongjoong: hii thanks for keeping us company!!
hongjoong: the others loved having you around you should come next time and meet the others too :)
you: yea that would be nice, I enjoyed hanging out with you guys a lot ! :D
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After that night, your plan accelerated. You made sure to hang out with them constantly. They even added you to their group chat. You successfully made the others love you, but more importantly, you crawled your way into San's life.
Soon, you were staying late at his place, long after the others had left. You would sit on the balcony alone with him in the dark, listening to him talk about everything and everyone.
With every secret he shared, the obsession inside you grew heavier, suffocating and deep. He was opening up his heart to you.
You were inside his head now.
You owned a piece of him.
· · ─ · ✝︎ · ─ · ·
One night as you were laying in your bed mindlessly scrolling through your phone,
Your heart skipped a beat. It was San.
san <3: heyy, you still up? :D
You paused for a second, forcing yourself to wait so you wouldn't seem desperate, even though your pulse was racing.
you: hiii yea
You stared at the screen, watching the little typing dots appear and disappear.
san <3: do you wanna come over ?
san <3: I can’t sleep and I really want someone to talk to, just us
Your grip tightened on the phone.
Just us.
The words felt like a victory.
You had spent months planning for this, shifting your whole life just to fit into his. And now, he was reaching out for you in the middle of the night.
you: sure, I can come over, give me five minutes :)
san <3: Thank you, seriously
san <3: see you then :D
You threw the covers off, a smile spreading across your face in the shadows of your room.
You threw on some casual clothes, making sure it looked like you hadn't tried too hard and left your apartment.
He was lonely.
He was vulnerable.
And he had chosen you over everyone else.
· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·
"You're actually here", he said softly, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks for coming. I know it's late."
"Of course," you replied, your voice warm and innocent. "I'm always here for you, San. You know that".
Always
You took off your shoes, tracking the familiar layout of his apartment. A layout you had memorized long before you ever set foot inside it.
He led you over to the balcony, the same one where you had always sat with him when the others left and it was just the two of you. The apartment was silent. There was no Wooyoung, no Yeosang to take his attention away from you.
You had him all to yourself.
"I couldn't shut my brain off," San admitted, sitting down and pulling his knees up to his chest. He looked small, vulnerable. "Everything just feels.. loud tonight. The guys are great, but sometimes I feel like I have to keep up a certain image around them you know? With you, ____, it's just.. different. It's easy."
You sat down next to him, close enough that your shoulders almost touched. You could feel the warmth radiating off him. Every instinct inside you wanted to reach out, to wrap your hands around him and never let go, but you kept your movements slow, deliberate. You played the role of the perfect, comforting friend.
"You don't have to pretend around me" you said softly, looking into his eyes. "You can tell me anything. I won't ever judge you."
He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim light of the lamp.
He believed you.
He completely, entirely trusted you.
"Sometimes I feel so lonely, even when I'm surrounded by people" San whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he confessed this. "Is that weird?"
"No,” you murmured, reaching out to gently touch his arm. Your skin tingled at the contact. "It's not weird at all. But you don't have to be lonely anymore. I'm right here."
San stared at your hand on his arm, then looked up at you, his eyes shining with intense, raw emotion. He leaned in just a bit closer.
You smiled at him in the dark. You had finally crawled under his skin.
San breathed out a long shaky sigh, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. The sudden weight of his body against yours sent tingling sensation through your body. It took every ounce of your selfcontrol to keep your breathing steady, to not let him hear how fast your heart was beating.
"I don't know what I would do without you" he spoke, his voice muffled against your arm. "You just.. you came into my life out of nowhere and now I can't imagine you not being here."
Out of nowhere
He really thought it was fate.
He had absolutely no idea about the months of planning, the sleepless nights.
He thought it was just a beautiful accident.
"I’m not going anywhere, San" you whispered, resting your chin on top of his head. You raised your hand and slowly ran your fingers through his soft, dark hair. Comforting him like a good friend would, but inside your grip felt possessive."I’ll always be right here. No matter what".
San relaxed completely under your touch, melting into the embrace.
You looked past him, staring out into the dark city. The shadows seemed to wrap around the two of you, isolating you from the rest of the world. There was no going back.
"Let's just stay like this for a while," San whispered, closing his eyes.
"As long as you want," you replied, your voice sweet and comforting. You stared down at him in the dim light, a smirk touching your lips.
Neither of you moved. San’s breathing soon slowed down, becoming deep and even as he drifted into sleep against your shoulder. The trust he placed in you was heavy, physical and addictive.
You sat perfectly still, refusing to move even an inch, terrified of breaking the spell.
A quiet, breathless laugh escaped your lips, so soft it didn't even disturb him.
It was almost funny, how easy it had been. A few practiced lines and he had handed you the keys to his soul.
You looked back down at his sleeping face. Without his usual sharp, energetic expressions, San looked fragile. You leaned down just a fraction, your breath brushing against his hair.
"You have no idea, do you?" you whispered into the dark.
You thought about the others, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, the rest of the group. They thought you were just a nice, supportive friend. They would keep inviting you over, keep pushing you closer to him, completely unaware.
Soon they wouldn't matter anymore. Soon, he wouldn't need them at all.
San stirred slightly, murmuring something as he gripped the fabric of your hoodie a little tighter, pulling himself closer to your warmth.
Your smile widened in the shadows. You wrapped your arm tighter around his waist, locking him against you. Every step, every lie, every move had led to this exact moment.
He was entirely yours now, asleep in your arms.
And you were never going to let him go.
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You had been sitting on the outdoor bench for some hours by now, wrapped in the chilling dawn, but you barely felt the cold. The weight of San sleeping soundly against your shoulder was all that mattered. Your shoulder was stiff and a dull ache was blooming across your back from sitting upright for so long, but you welcomed the pain.
Slowly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone.
You opened the group chat next. There were dozens of unread messages from Mingi, Yunho and the others, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend, joking around, being a family.
You stared at their names on the screen, feeling a cold sense of detachment. They really believed you were one of them now.
You looked down at San, whose face was still buried in the crook of your neck.
They don't know you like I do
They never will
With extreme care, so as not to wake him, you raised the phone and angled the camera. The screen captured the two of you framed by the fading shadows. San, vulnerable and asleep, clinging tightly to your hoodie and you looking directly into the lens with a calm smile. You took the photo.
You didn't send it to the group chat. Not yet, that would be too messy.
San shifted, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he let out a soft sigh, settling even deeper into your embrace. You slid your phone back into your pocket.
San’s grip on your hoodie loosened slightly. He let out a soft, contented hum, his face turning toward your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
You raised your hand again, lightly tracing the line of his jaw with the tip of your finger, barely touching the surface so he wouldn't wake up.
You owned this version of him now.
The version no one else gets to see.
Suddenly, his phone on the small balcony table buzzed, the vibration loud against the metal surface.
New Message: Wooyoung
You didn't even have to blink to read it from where you sat.
woo: hey, you up? heading out early, want me to pick you up ?
A spark of irritation flared in your chest, but it vanished just as quickly, being replaced by a feeling of superiority. San stirred at the sound, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He blinked against the dim morning light, looking disoriented for a fraction of a second before his gaze focused entirely on your face.
For a moment you held your breath, wondering if the morning light would bring regret or hesitation into his eyes.
Instead San just smiled, a sleepy, soft grin. He didn't pull away. He tightened his arms around you, shivering slightly against the cold morning air, before finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"You stayed," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. "You were out here with me the whole time."
"Of course I stayed," you said, your voice dripping with sweet devotion. You offered him a gentle, reassuring smile, masking the screaming in your head. "I told you. I’m not going anywhere."
He looked at his buzzing phone on the table, then looked back at you, a choice forming in his mind. He didn't reach for it. He just let it buzz until it went completely silent.
"Thank you," San said softly, looking at you as if you were the only person left in his world.
"Anytime," you replied, standing up on the chilly balcony and stretching your stiff muscles, already planning your next move.
San shivered slightly. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, his eyes still fixed on you with a quiet, desperate kind of gratitude.
"It's freezing out here," he murmured, "We should go inside."
"You go ahead," you said softly, giving his shoulder a gentle, reassuring pat. "I should probably head back to my place”.
San’s face fell instantly. The thought of you leaving hit him like a physical blow. He stood up quickly, taking a step towards you. "No, wait. You don't have to leave. Just.. stay for breakfast? Please?"
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San kept his back turned to you as he busied himself with the coffee maker, but you could see the slight tension in his shoulders just because you were in the room. The kitchen was filled with the soft sounds of clinking mugs and dripping water, a perfectly domestic scene that you had constructed in your mind a thousand times before.
You walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned against the edge.
"Black coffee, right?" San asked, turning around with two mugs in his hands.
You smiled softly. You hadn't even told him how you took your coffee, but of course he had noticed it during the hangouts. You had made sure to order it exactly how he liked it back then, just to create another invisible thread between you.
"Perfect, you know me so well," you smiled, taking the mug from him. Your fingers brushed against his and you caught the slight hitch in his breath.
San leaned against the counter next to you, blowing softly onto his coffee. "I feel like I'm finally starting to relax. It's crazy.. a few months ago, we didn't even know each other. Now, I feel like you're the only person who actually looks at me and sees me"
"That's because the others see what you let them see, San," you said smoothly, keeping your voice low, "But with me, you don't have to hide. I see every part of you and I'm not going anywhere."
San looked down at his mug, a soft, almost vulnerable smile forming on his lips. "I don't think I'd let you leave even if you wanted to."
It was meant to be a lighthearted joke, a sweet comment from a grateful friend. But to you, it was the truth.
Just then, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out, looking down at the screen.
New Message from: wooyoung in: hangouts
You stared at the message for a second, a cold smile touching your lips. They were still trying to include you, still trying to pull you into their dynamic.
You didn't need them anymore. You had the prize.
"Who is it?" San asked, glancing at your phone.
"Just Wooyoung," you replied carelessly, turning the screen off and putting the phone face down on the counter. You looked back up at San. "It's nothing important. Let's just focus on us this morning"
San’s eyes widened slightly at your directness, but the genuine look in your eyes made him relax again. He nodded, completely shutting out the rest of the world, completely yours.
San set his mug down on the counter. The silence in the kitchen grew heavy, thick with a strange tension. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of you.
"Just us," San repeated softly, testing the words out loud. A faint smile touched his lips. "I like the sound of that."
"I do too," you whispered.
You took a slow step closer to him, closing the small distance between your bodies. San didn't step back. Instead his posture softened, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as he looked down at you. He was entirely focused on your presence, craving the validation you had spent for months calculating exactly how to give him.
Slowly you raised your hand and placed it flat against his chest, right over his heart. You could feel it thumping beneath the fabric.
"You look tired" you murmured, your voice dropping to a soothing, innocent tone. "You should rest. You don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore. Let me handle it."
San covered your hand with his own, his fingers warm and slightly trembling as he pressed your palm deeper into his chest. "I feel like I can finally breathe when you're around," he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Like the noise in my head just.. stops."
"Then let it stop," you replied, giving him a small, comforting smile.
You guided him away from the kitchen counter and back toward the living room, leading him by the hand. He followed you without resistance, completely compliant, like a puppy following his owner. You made him sit back down on the couch and before he could say anything, you sat right beside him, pulling a soft blanket over both of your laps.
San immediately leaned his head back against the cushions, closing his eyes as a deep, shuddering sigh escaped his lips. The exhaustion was finally catching up to him and he was letting it happen because he felt entirely safe in your hands.
You watched him as his breathing began to steady once more. Your phone vibrated again in your pocket, another meaningless notification from them, no doubt, but you didn't even bother to check it.
You didn't need to.
You leaned your head back against the couch, a smile spreading across your face in the quiet morning light as you watched him drift off to sleep again, right beside you.
As San’s breathing deepened into a heavy, sleep, the soft mask you’ve been wearing all night and morning completely melted away.
You turned your head, eyes wide and unblinking, locking onto his sleeping face with pure want. A shiver ran down your spine.
Slowly, you leaned over him. You brought your face so close to his that you could feel the hot, steady puff of his breath against your lips. You inhaled sharply, swallowing his air, drinking him in until your lungs burned. It’s sick, knowing that right now, you are the only thing keeping him safe, even though you are the very thing he needs to be saved from.
You brought your hand out from under the blanket. Your fingers hovered over his face. Gently, the tip of your index finger touched his bottom lip, pressing down just enough to part them slightly. You traced the shape of his mouth, your pupils dilated in the dim golden light of the morning.
"Mine" you whispered, the word whisper in the quiet room. "Every piece of you.. every breath."
You slid your hand up, burying your fingers deep into his dark hair, gripping the strands tightly. You pulled just enough to tilt his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. You looked down at the pulse thumbing beneath his skin.
You want to leave a mark.
You want to bite down until he bleeds, just so he wakes up and realizes that your teeth are the only things holding his world together. But you restrained yourself.
Instead, you leaned down and pressed your open lips against the side of his neck, right over his pulse. You lingered there, feeling the thud against your skin, taking a slow, deep breath of his scent. You pressed a hard, lingering kiss into his skin, leaving an invisible seal of your love.
San stired slightly in his sleep, a tiny, distressed whimper escaping his throat as if your dark thoughts are bleeding into his dreams. He moved closer, his hands blindly reaching out to grasp the fabric of the hoodie that you are wearing. He clings to you like a drowning man, burying his face back into your chest.
A soft, breathless chuckle escaped your throat.
On the table, his phone lit up again. Wooyoung is calling now. The screen flashed with his name over and over.
You don't even look at it. You took San’s hand, locking your fingers with his, pressing his palm flat against your own chest so he can feel how violently your heart is beating for him. You smiled, leaning your head against his.
He thinks he’s safe.
He thinks he’s loved.
And he’s right, but it’s a love that will consume him entirely.
San’s whimper dies down, replaced by the rhythm of his breathing. His fingers still tightly knotted into the fabric of your hoodie. You looked down at his hand, admiring the way his knuckles look against your chest. You placed your free hand over his, squeezing just hard enough to let the pressure border on painful.
You want him to feel you, even in the depths of his subconscious.
The phone on the table finally stops ringing. The screen goes black, cutting Wooyoung off.
You leaned back slightly, pulling a stray lock of San’s dark hair between your fingers. You twirl it tightly, pulling it just enough to feel the resistance of his scalp. Your eyes wandered across his face, tracking every single detail, the tiny mole on his cheek, the curve of his eyelashes, the slight parting of his lips. You’ve already memorized these details.
"You have no idea how perfect this is" you whispered, your voice dropping into a quiet purr right against his ear. "They're going to keep looking for you. They're going to wonder why you're changing. But you're only changing for me."
Slowly, you shifted your weight, carefully sliding your leg over his lap beneath the heavy blanket. You positioned yourself over him, pinning his lower body down with your own. He doesn't wake up, too exhausted, too deeply comforted by your warmth. You looked down at him from above.
You reached down to gently touch his eyelids, smoothing them down with the pads of your thumbs.
Keep them closed
Don't look for anything else
Don't look at anyone else
Your phone vibrated against your thigh. A soft, muffled buzz. You didn’t even have to look to know what it is. The groupchat is probably alive with morning plans, entirely unaware that one of their bestest friends has already been stolen right under their noses.
You slipped your hand back beneath his chin, lifting his head just a fraction more. You leaned down, your lips hovering mere millimeter above his. You could taste the warmth of his breath. You don't kiss him, not yet. Instead, you just breathed him in, watching his chest rise and fall against yours.
"Sleep, Sannie.." you whispered against his lips. "I've got you.. I've got you forever."
Your pulse thumped wildly beneath your skin. You shifted your weight slightly, pressing yourself harder against him, feeling his body trapped beneath yours.
"Look at you," you breathed out, the whisper scraping against his skin. "So quiet.. so safe."
You leaned down further, pressing your cheek against his, letting your hair fall around his face like a curtain, shutting out the rest of the world. The smell of his cologne, the heat radiating from his skin, the soft fabric your clothes crushing between your bodies, it’s a sensory overload, a high that you never want to come down from. You wrapped your arms completely around his torso, squeezing him so tightly that your muscles ache, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
You want to merge with him.
You want to leave your scent so deeply embedded into his skin that no amount of scrubbing will ever wash it away.
On the table, the phone screen flashes again.
1 Missed Call: Wooyoung
New Message: Hongjoong
joong: hey man, we're leaving in 20. you ready?
You lifted your head just enough to look at his face one more time. A single, strand of your hair lies across his cheek. You leave it there, a tiny mark of your presence. You leaned in, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth in a ghost of a kiss, tasting the warmth of his skin.
"They can keep calling," you spoke into the space between your lips. "But you're not going to answer, are you?”
The phone on the table gives a long vibration. Not a text this time.
A Facetime call. The screen lit up, casting a harsh blue reflection against the wall. Wooyoung.
At this point you’re starting to get annoyed.
You reached over, your arm draping completely across San's chest as you grabbed his phone from the table. Your thumb sliding across the screen, completely powering the device off. The screen goes black.
You dropped the dead phone onto the floor, letting it clatter against the hardwood and wrapped both arms back around him, locking him beneath you in the quiet of the room. You pressed your forehead against his, your breathing completely synchronized with his.
San’s body reacted to the sudden silence of the dead phone, his muscles going completely slack again. The absolute quiet of the apartment closes in around the two of you, heavy and thick.
You remain draped over him, your chest rising and falling in perfect synchronization with his.
Slowly, you lifted your hand and began to trace the outline of his face again, but this time your movements are different. Your fingertips press firmly against his cheekbone, dragging down to his jaw, feeling the structure of his bone beneath the skin. You grip his chin, tilting his face up toward yours.
"Wake up, Sannie.." you breathed, your voice a dark whisper right against his ear. "Look at what you've done. Look at where you are."
His long eyelashes fluttered. A low, confused groan escaped his throat as the heavy layers of sleep began to peel away. He blinked against the bright morning light, his eyes unfocused and swimming with confusion. For a second, he looked around the room, trying to orient himself, trying to remember how he ended up pinned to his own couch.
Then his eyes locked onto yours. The confusion in his gaze instantly deepened. You don't move an inch.
"What.." San’s voice is rough, cracked from sleep and dry from the cold morning air. He glances down at your hand firmly gripping his chin, then looks toward the floor where his dead phone lies. "..Wooyoung.. what time is it?"
"It doesn't matter," you say smoothly, a wide smile spreading across your face. You leaned down closer, until your lips are almost touching. "They called. But I turned it off."
Instantly, you notice San’s body tensing beneath you and your mask of absolute, tender care slips back into place.
In a fluid motion, you lift your weight off him, sliding off his hips to sit normally beside him on the couch. Your intense, fixed gaze instantly transforms into an expression of deep and warm concern. You brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers completely calm and soothing now.
"Hey.. Sannie, it's okay," you spoke in a soft, comforting voice. You took his trembling hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "You were shaking so badly in your sleep. I think you were having a really awful nightmare."
San blinked, the panic in his eyes slowly turning to confusion.
"A.. nightmare?" he murmured hoarsely, rubbing his eyes. He looks at you and all he sees is the person who has patiently stayed by his side all night.
"I'm right here, you're safe," you said with a warm, innocent smile.
"You're just completely overworked," you continue, tracing soothing circles on the back of his hand. "The guys called earlier, yeah.. I muted your phone and put it away for a bit. You were just so deeply asleep, I felt so bad for you. I didn't want them waking you up when you clearly need the rest so desperately. They will definitely understand if you just call them back in a few hours, mhm?"
San looked down at the floor where the phone is lying and then back up at you. In his exhausted state, it all makes perfect sense.
"Thank you.." he whispered. He scoots a little closer to you, instinctively seeking your warmth and tiredly rests his head on your shoulder. "I really don't know what I'd do without you right now."
You wrapped your arm around him, stroking his back in steady, calming motions, staring out into the empty room with a peaceful, utterly innocent smile.
The soft, comforting strokes change, subtly. Your fingers became slower, heavier, more deliberate.
You slip your hand beneath the warm fabric, tracing your cool fingertips over his hot, bare skin. Your thumb brushed against his sensitive skin. A quiet, involuntary shiver ripples through his body. He takes a deeper breath, his head still resting heavily on your shoulder as he presses himself even closer to you.
"You're so hot, Sannie.." you murmured into his ear, your voice low and deep. You inhaled the scent of him like a drug, your lips dragging painfully slow across his earlobe. "Completely flushed from your little nightmare".
You let your hand wander further up, across his chest, until your fingers felt the rapid hammering rhythm of his heart. You pressed your palm flat against it, drinking in the bare heat of his body. With your other hand, you gently fisted his hair, pulling his head back just enough to tilt his face up toward yours.
San opened his eyes just a fraction. He looks at you, seeing the dark, almost hungry glow in your eyes.
You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, not a gentle kiss, but a slow, possessive, wet claim that steals the air from his lungs. San lets out a soft gasp into your mouth, his hands clutching your sides, as he gave in. He started kissing you back with the same intense longing you had for him. You moaned softly, when his tongue finally entered your lips.
A soft, breathless moan escaped your throat the moment his lips parted yours and his tongue finally entered your mouth. The tension that had been building between you both dissolved into an all consuming heat.
Neither of you wanted to stop, each kiss growing hungrier than the last.
You slid your fingers up into the dark strands of his hair, gripping tight and pulling at the roots. The sharp tug earned a rough groan from him that vibrated directly into your mouth.
He started massaging your sides, drawing you even close, until you were on top of him.
The heat of his chest pressed against yours. His hands shifted from your sides, sliding down to grip your hips with a possessive force. The kiss broke for a moment, both of you gasping for air. You could feel the thudding of his heart against your chest.
Every boundary he had ever had, melted away in this moment. You angled your head deeper, your fingers digging into his skin.
He was drowning in you.
You felt him growing hard beneath you. Without giving him a second to think, you began grinding down on him, your hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm that drove your weight directly against his length. He broke the kiss with a sharp, ragged gasp, a breathless moan tearing from his throat at your sudden movement.
You didn't let him recover. You started trailing hot, openmouthed kisses along the side of his neck, your teeth sinking in to nibble his skin just hard enough to leave a mark, claiming him inch by inch. San whimpered underneath you, his hands moved up and down your body, his fingers travelling lower digging in to squeeze your ass while holding you down, desperately trying to keep you flush against his chest, as if he would lose you if he let go for even a fraction of a second.
"You look so beautiful like this, Sannie," you breathed out right underneath his ear. "So pretty.. so vocal. Just for me."
He didn't answer with words, he couldn't. He just pressed harder, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, setting a faster, more punishing pace from beneath you. The friction through your clothes was almost unbearable, sending sparks straight to your core. You arched into him, meeting his frantic rhythm, the overwhelming sensation building a tight knot in your stomach that made you dizzy.
Right when you felt him getting dangerously close to the edge, you stopped moving your hips. You broke the contact completely, shifting your body to kneel on the floor right between his spread legs. San whined at the sudden loss of your warmth. When he forced his sleepy, glazed eyes open, he looked down at you, completely mesmerized by your features.He leaned his upper body down, fisting his hands into your hair to pull you into a deep, bruising kiss.
Moaning directly into his mouth, you began sliding your hands up and down his thick, muscular thighs, feeling the way the muscles contracted and twitched beneath your palms. You started palming him right through his pants, your hand wrapping around his length and squeezing. San groaned into your mouth, swallowing the sound right away as his body shuddered.
He was painfully hard by now, his cock already leaking and leaving a dark, prominent wet patch on the fabric of his joggers.
You broke the kiss, dragging your mouth down to place heavy, wet, openmouthed kisses to the base of him through the fabric. His head fell back against the couch cushions, his eyes tightly closed as a breathless gasp escaped him. The worship of your touch was overwhelming, an addiction he knew he could never get enough of.
Finally, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear, slowly pulling his fully exposed, leaking length out into the dim light. You stared up at it, your chest heaving. He was even more beautiful than you had ever imagined. With your fingertips, you traced slowly along the pulsing veins, watching how his lower stomach twitched at the featherlight touch.
"____, please... need you, need you s'bad," he moaned, prying open his heavy eyes just enough to look down at you, his gaze filled with need.
You smiled, starting with light, kittenlicks across the tip, earning a jolt from him at the sudden, wet sensation. You took just the head into your mouth, sucking at a brutally, agonizingly slow pace. San was an absolute mess beneath you, the combination of the dry humping and the work of your mouth already had him hovering right on the edge.
Then while looking into his dark, glazy eyes, you sank lower, taking him in inch by inch into the heat of your throat. You swirled your tongue completely around him, tasting his skin.Your pace quickened, eyes never leaving his face. You felt him twitch in your mouth, indicating that he was getting closer.
This only spurred you on, finally tasting what you had been longing for so obsessively driving you crazy.
"I'm so close, s'close..." he groaned, his voice cracking, his hands blindly fisting into the fabric of the cushions.
After a few more flicks of your tongue, you felt him snap. He came heavily into your mouth, thick, white-hot spurts hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed every single drop he gave you, draining him completely, leaving nothing behind.
As San was still coming down from his high, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, you stood up. You immediately propped yourself right back onto his lap, straddling him to take in the sight in front of you. He looked up at you with deep, shattered admiration in his eyes, completely under your spell.
"You can take another one, can you?" you smiled sweetly at him.
San couldn’t even reply, his brain too fogged from the overstimulation. He could only nod his head furiously, completely eager to give you whatever you wanted.
Without breaking eye contact, you threw off your pants and underwear, discarding them carelessly somewhere into the room. Taking his stillhard cock in your hand, you aligned the wet tip with your dripping hole. You sank down slowly, the sudden intrusion making both of you let out a loud, breathless moan.
The anticipation was overwhelming. You took him in completely, burying him deep inside you, and stayed like that for a few minutes, just to feel him pulse and throb inside your walls, locking him in place.
Then, you began to move. Slowly at first, you added the perfect mixture of grinding down and rolling your hips, creating a friction that drove you both out of your minds. San rested his head in the slope of your neck, groaning loudly from the sensation of your body crushing down on his.
You began quickening your pace, the friction between your bodies pushing you closer to the edge, the tight knot in your stomach threatening to snap.
"S'close, Sannie... want to fill me up? Want to make me yours?" you moaned softly, your breath hitching as you drove yourself down onto him.
"Please... all mine, so perfect..," he groaned, his voice completely broken, his hands gripping your waist. "You were made for me."
You both moved in perfect synchronization. Squeezing one last time around his cock, pulling him as deep inside your warmth as physically possible, you felt San finally tip over the edge. A wave of warmth filled you and that sensation alone was enough to make the knot in your core snap. Your body locked tightly around him as you came, a cry tearing from your lips.
San and you stayed like that for a long while, fused together in the quiet room where the only sound was your heavy, ragged breathing. You laid your head on San’s damp shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent.
When you felt that it was time, you slowly got up to lie down right next to him. You could already see him growing tired again, the exhaustion taking over as his eyelids threatened to close.
"Sleep tight, Sannie... I'll be here when you wake up," you spoke to him softly.
Snaking an arm around you, San pulled you closer against his chest, holding on with a tense grip, scared that if he let go, you’d just disappear and leave him alone in the dark. You couldn’t help but smile into the shadow of his neck at the desperation of his hold.
"I love you, ____," he whispered into the quiet, his voice already slipping into sleep.
"I love you too, San," you murmured back, your smile widening as you held him tight. "More than anything".
synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.
cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names
you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.
after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and that’s all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.
but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didn’t mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.
it was just one painful slap.
that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adams’s apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipation— a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.
“did you just slap me, sweetheart?” he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.
“i did.” you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.
“my baby girl just hit me.” he stated to himself.
his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldn’t ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.
“do it again.” he ordered, “slap me.”
“w-what?” you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.
with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.
“don’t make me ask again, y/n.” he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, “slap me.”
it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that he’d probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and you’d take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.
“what if i said no?” you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.
seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.
“geum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.” you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.
you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.
“don’t make me ask again, seongje.” you mocked him, “get on the bed.”
“okay. whatever you say, darling.” he complied with a nod and a smirk.
once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.
“you wanted this. so, take it.” you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand “you’re so hard. just by this? you’re pathetic.”
“fuck— are you—“ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.
pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.
thwack.
you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongje’s brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.
“sh-shit, baby, could you go faster?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“tsk. that’s not how you ask, now is it?” you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment “say please like a good boy. hmm?”
you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.
“p-please.” his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.
“say it louder, boy.” you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.
“fuck— please— go faster!” he begged swallowing hard.
“atta boy.” you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.
you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didn’t stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.
tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.
a cry escaped his lips “gosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.”
“yeah? you like it? open your mouth.” you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips “swallow.”
he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.
“o-oh my god—ngh—“ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, “feel s’good. fuck— just like that, baby, just like that.”
“f-fuck—i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.
he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.
a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say “you won”. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.
cw: explicit, creampie, perv!choso listening to u get railed.
Cho is such a fucking perv. He’s pressed against the thin dorm wall like a fucking addict, one hand shoved down his sweatpants, the other braced flat against the cold plaster. The wall is so thin he can hear everything.
Because next door the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the wall like it’s happening right in front of him. He can picture it so clearly it hurts. You on all fours, back arched, ass up while Toji grips your hips. “Fuck—Toji—right there—ahh—”
Choso’s cock twitches hard in his fist the second he hears you moan Fushiguro’s name again. His grip tightens, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the flushed head as he strokes faster, shame burning in his chest.
He knows he should stop. He knows this is pathetic. But he can’t. Not when he can hear your pretty little moans and whimpers from his room next door. “Shit… shit—” he whispers to himself, voice trembling.
He shouldn’t be getting off to this. He really, really shouldn’t.
But Toji’s next thrust must hit deep because your moan is exactly the way it used to when Choso first fucked you. Except this one is louder. “Oh! F-fuck—h-harder, p-please. Hnngh f-feels s-so good!” You whimpered as Choso strokes faster, his breaths turn into soft pants.
Toji bullys his cock faster into your wet cunt. “Yeah? You like that, baby? Taking my cock like a good girl—listen to how wet you are for me.”
Choso whimpers as his hips jerk forward into his own hand like he’s the one buried inside you, thick cock throbbing painfully as he pictures it: pussy wet and swollen, Toji’s hips snapping against your ass. Another moan from you, “Ji—nghh—harder—”
Choso’s eyes roll back as knees buckle a little and he has to lean more of his weight against the wall. His strokes turn sloppy, frantic and the wet schlick of his fist barely audible under the obscene sounds from next door.
He can hear the exact moment Toji changes angle—your gasp pitches up into a desperate cry, the bedframe banging harder against the shared wall. “Hnngh—fuck—yes—!” You moan so prettily it makes Choso’s balls draw up tight.
He’s leaking so much it’s dripping down his knuckles now, cock flushed dark and ready to come. Every time you moan for Toji, Choso’s hips twitch like he’s trying to fuck the wall, chasing the same rhythm.
He cums with a strangled, embarrassingly loud whine, thick ropes spilling over his fist and onto his stomach in messy pulses. His hips keep twitching, hand still working himself.
Through the wall he hears Toji groan satisfied, followed by your soft, fucked-out laugh and the wet sound of a lazy kiss. Choso stays slumped against the wall, chest heaving, cum cooling on his hand and the paint, face burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure. His spent cock gives one last weak twitch in his messy palm.
He’s such a fucking perv… and he already knows he’ll be right back here tomorrow night when Toji fucks you again.
How can Professor Satoru not jerk his cock to his pretty college student's photos?
Moaning raggedly from pretty pink lips as he makes sure to give each picture the proper amount of attention. He just loves your tits, your face, those thighs in the little skirts you wear, how can he not worship you properly?
Dont you deserve his cum inside your pretty cunt? All unused - he's heard you complain that you're a virgin, well thats because you were just waiting for him. You were waiting to have him break you open, have you struggle to take his cock even as you're squirting right down him.
He knows you moan his name when you touch your pretty pussy, it's not like he doesn't have a camera in your dorm room. He sure didn't like when you kissed that boy and straddled him yesterday, but he'd forgive you - you're young and don't know any better.
But how you look at him?
How you shift your thighs, bite your lip, and come up with excuses to see him after class?
You know you're meant to be bred by him - couldn't finish school if you had a Gojo baby inside you.
"Hah. Gonna fill you so fuckin good baby doll." that was your nickname even if Gojo hasn't called you it yet, it's the one he'll call you when he has you folded in half on his bed, right inside his penthouse. Have you fucked into those expensive sheets, let your pretty cunt drip down them and make a mess.
He's desperately jerking his cock, whimpering as his thumb brushes over his pretty pink tip - coated in a mix of his saliva and that beading precum, leaning his head back and catching his lip between his teeth. He's right on his lunch break in class, and students are bound to come, but he's day dreaming of splitting you in half on his cock.
"Hah, don't be shy baby," he whispers, chuckling with his snowy lashes fluttered shut. "I'll give you all my cock, fuck I'll cum in all your holes - mmm, don't worry about being loud. Let that boy you like hear you cum f'me."
Satoru's closer when he scrolls and catches that video he took last night of you, your much shorter fingers failing, all frustrated and huffing, the filthy sounds of his huge hand sliding up his slick cock echoing in the classroom.
"That's it, fuck you're tight but d-don't worry, take it easy your first time," he smirks as his cock jolts, picturing taking you for himself, busting his load all over his hand with a weak little whimper. "What you do to me... fuck..."
knock knock knock.
Shit.
Satoru rushes as he sees you peek your head up, smiling through the window as he awkwardly shoves his cock back in his slacks, wiping his hand with a pair of panties he took from your laundry. He hastily straightens and opens the door, smiling down at you.
"Professor Gojo, um could you help me with this? I'm sorry I just am tired lately and missed this part of the lecture," you murmur, eyeing his chin then, a little drop of white on it. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all, for my favorite student," you blush and walk in, he closes the door behind him, walking over to the desk, your eyes stuck on his chin. "Got something on my face?"
"Yes actually, do you mind?" He pauses and you swipe that white liquid off curiously, looking at it and blinking as Satoru about loses his shit.
Fuck, cum got on his face!?
"I - hah - was just eating some mochi you know, sweet tooth," he teases, taking your hand but not before you lap his cum off your thumb, lips wrapping - his cock violently twitches as you look at him and smile a bit, your eyes lidded as you suck.
God you're ruining him.
"Oh it's sweet," you murmur, leaning over just a bit, your pretty tits begging for his mouth as your sweater falls open. "You should let me have some, Professor."
P݁rofessor Satoru has no issue sharing his dessert with his favorite student <3
using a dildo full with cum inside by your top donor suguru (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
request by: anon <33
being a cam girl has its perks; not only are you getting paid for self-pleasure, but you also get gifts sent to your P.O. box.
other creators advised against it because some people are creepy and don’t have good intentions, but you ignored them.
“my fans aren’t like that; they actually want to give me cute gifts and clothes! isn’t that sweet?”
even though they were concerned, they just let you do what you wanted because at the end of the day, everywhere had different boundaries.
once you let it be known that the PO box was open, your fans wasted no time to start sending things, expensive things, to get your attention.
fancy makeup, gorgeous lingerie, expensive jewelry, and loads of new toys.
they always went above and beyond for you, and there are no words to describe how much you appreciate them… even the little pervs.
“hmmm…”
humming to yourself while going through the many boxes, you come across another toy, the hundredth one; it catches your eye.
it’s pink with glitter coating the inside, and the label on the tag hanging by the silicone balls is marked “glow in the dark."
another note left in the box and marked anonymous.
“please use this; it would mean so much to me. i watch your streams weekly, and you make me happy. i work with toy making and made this just for you; enjoy. - s.”
you smile brightly and hold the note close to your chest.
that was so sweet and heartfelt, and because of that, you started using it daily, even when you weren’t streaming.
“ah ah ah, fuck! mm, gonna cum.”
pumping yourself full with the dildo, the cum you think is fake is leaking deep inside of you, covering your walls.
the “fake” cum was thick and milky; it’s so pretty, and you even tasted it because you couldn’t resist.
sliding your hand in between your thighs and dipping a finger inside your wet hole and tasting it.
suguru watched on his screen, a stream of cum landing on the back of his hand as he still stroked himself, his dick still stiff and a bright aching pink.
watching you fuck yourself, not knowing you were filling yourself with his seed, his mess, got him off better than any other request.
“so fucking stupid, look at that.”
muttering to himself as his eyes stuck to the glaring screen, squeezing his length tighter as he went faster.
a row of dildos of different colors, shapes, and lengths lined up on his dresser, waiting to be filled with his cum so he can send it to you and watch you get dumber the more you use them.
filling your tummy up with his cum every use.
he sends in another one; it's bigger and has more girth and way more cum, but the cum is hidden from you this time. he wants to see your face when you feel his warm cum leak inside of you the more you fuck yourself with it.
the camera is steady on your lower half, zoomed in on your wet pussy dripping with the cum slowly leaking out as you pump faster, your toes curling from the spots you were hitting.
your microphone is picking up every slick sound and moan that falls from your lips.
viewers commenting about how they can see cum dripping out of you and what brand it is because of how realistic it looks.
blissfully unaware and too caught up in your own pleasure, you don’t notice how much cum is leaking from the toy and inside of you, coating your walls and making a mess, but everyone else does.
more people coming in, more donations, and more chatter in the chat box.
suguru watches from his room, dick stiff in his hand as he pumps himself slow, trying to hold in his nut, but he can’t, sweating all over from the hour-long edging he’s been doing.
his hair was falling from the messy bun he put in earlier, strands sticking to his forehead the more they came out of his bun.
“oh my fuck…”
his eyes watering from the intense pleasure, cum slowly leaking out, he was going to explode any second.
there you are still on his screen, pumping yourself full, moaning, and spreading your thighs out more, angling the dildo deeper inside of you.
tiring yourself out, all the cum in the dildo dripped out onto you and inside of you.
your thighs twitching, sugurus' eyes fixed onto you, his hand still wrapped around his hard dick, he's already thinking about the next dildo he’ll send to you.
hmmm punk sugu' w dick piercings for dinner anyone?
^ please partake in visualizing this while reading for a better (and wetter) experience<3
if you were asked to describe suguru geto in three words, you would only need one.
slutty.
every atom in his unfairly sculpted- infuriatingly hot body is slutty.
those stupid locks of ink black hair could win a girl over before they even saw his face- and forbid opening his mouth with that cocky drawl so syrupy in ears he made other places all sweet ’n sticky too.
stories- no fairytales at this point- liked to flutter their way your direction from seemingly every second person on the planet about how fucking good he was to them in bed.
the man was decorated apparently. piercings littered everywhere the more he let people see- nose and lip, nipples, oh- and his fucking tip.
“mhhh- finally got with suguru the other day, the man fucks so good when high i felt high too.“
yeah. rebirth of shakespeare right there.
you hate him.
you hate every wink in your direction he throws just to make you seethe, times at parties he won’t leave you be, that one time you made the mistake of letting him kiss you-
eugh.
never doing that again.
not even when you thought about how good his stupid lips felt every night with your hand between your thighs-
gross. more of a nightmare then a fantasy.
you never understand how people would fawn over him left and right- he's an asshole.
a really hot, punk asshole.
another party, another forced proximity- lingering just outside your line of sight.
you know he's there. you know he's watching you- and so what if you're swaying a little extra tonight- flirting a little more, teasing.
he'd never know it was to piss him off.
he'd probably just think you're a slut. way better than knowing you think he's hot.
of course- what would be a party without a few dumb decisions?
someone, namely a certain satoru gojo, thought it would be a great idea to play 7 minutes in heaven like teenagers again.
so you joined. why the fuck not- the worst that could happen is...
don't know. you're too drunk to think that far ahead.
it's pretty boring until you're the one in the closet if you're honest, so you ask to go next. may as well get some action- it won't kill you.
but someone else decides to ruin your fucking night by joining last minute- right before you spin.
suguru fucking geto.
slut.
he doesn't even try to hide the eye contact as you spin- but you're not really trying to hide the eye contact with his nipples through his shirt, either.
the bottle slows to a quiet stop, no match for the silly drum in your chest.
the bottle stomps on your hopes and dreams for any fun you might've had.
suguru fucking geto.
he doesn't ask, doesn't confirm but simply takes like he always does- like he's entitled to as he grabs your arm.
oddly gentle, as he leads you into the closet- shuts the door himself and doesn't even ask about a timer.
you decide you aren't gonna engage- for the sake of your sanity, but your mind also changes in the next 10 seconds when he breaks the silence.
"you enjoying the night, doll?"
"...no."
you still won't look at him- and the asshole is laughing. laughing at you in this miserable position.
"gods- do you really hate me that much, pretty girl?"
and that's what works.
you whip your head around to him, still frowning but at least looking at him.
"...no- wait, yes?"
and he's laughing again.
god his smile was so stupid pretty you wanted to bite him. maybe that'd make him shut up.
"-don't laugh at me!"
"fuckin hell- why? 's it cause we kissed?"
it's hard to feign disgust when your thighs are pressing together.
"..."
your silence was answer enough.
"shit- you actually hate me 'cause we kissed- 'n you hate that you liked it, don't you?"
he takes a step closer, pressing you even further into the tight space and practically gluing you to the wall.
you can't deny how fuckin' warm n' big he feels all up against you, rough fingertips holding your chin right where he wants you.
his piercings glint in the dark like a threat.
"answer. 'n maybe if you're good- i'll let you kiss me again."
"dickhead-"
"you sayin' that 'cause you wanna see it? c'mon doll, I know you've heard the rumors- isn't even a little part of you curious?"
those stupidly long fingers trail their way down your body like he owns it- taking his hand back before he gets to what part he was implying.
slut. seriously. so so slutty.
parties are for bad decisions, right?
and you really want him to shut up.
he lets out a noise he doesn't think he's ever made before when your lips collide with his- shoving him back into the other wall of the closet like you were actually in control.
this was what he wanted- why he lingered around you.
a fuckin' bite- fire that didn't whine 'n cry whenever blew a little.
but who's he to lose a battle?
tuggin' you right against his figure, takin' his sweet time to map out as much as he could 'n forcing a lazy kind of heat rather than the wave you hit him with.
control. and fuck it was hot with you.
every choked moan you tried to hold back 's one hell of a motivator, every teasing little grind on your clothed pussy so fuckin' achey he might just lock the closet 'n stay in way past 7 minutes.
but you wanted to do one thing first. one, itty bitty thing.
control wasn't something you'd give up easy.
he offered earlier- and who's he to deny you now? especially when he has you right where he wants- no needs you.
"sugu'."
"fuck- you want somethin', doll?"
he smirks like he has you cornered.
your hand speaks for itself when you palm his painfully hard bulge- watching the cocky expression falter with such utter satisfaction.
"hngh- o- oh... you really wanna start that, pretty girl?"
you've never seen a haze of lust coat someone so visibly.
"show me. prove the rumors. or are you a coward? big scary punk ass suguru- has no piercings 'n a shrimp di-"
'n he grabs a fist of your shirt before slamming his lips against yours- panting 'n moaning like the slut he is as he guides your hands into his pants.
oh yeah. consequences. you forgot about those.
the first thing you register is big. maybe 5-6 shrimp dicks put together-
the second is hard. achingly so as you felt every little pulse 'n throb of him in your hand- unapologetically greedy as you stroke his base.
the third is wet- fuckin' soaked with rivers of precum, cryin' you a pretty little river to your hearts content.
and there, sitting right at the tip, a prince albert's piercing.
the rumors didn't lie.
is it kinky to say you kinda wanna take a photo of it for later?
fun fact! big, strong sugu' whimpers when you touch it- still so sensitive, apparently.
what happened to the whole dominance act?
you stroke, you tease, you have your fun, 'n somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you only have a few minutes left on the clock.
so why not ruin him while you wait?
every swipe of your thumb over the metal sends shivers down his spine, voice absolutely uncaring of any surrounding presence.
it might actually be pathetic how fast he thinks he might cum- pleading 'n praying for you both continue and stop at the same time.
you keep going, holding eye contact with the complete wreck of a man as you glide your digits up 'n down his shaft.
you're laughing at him now- eyes flicking to the door like you know what's about to happen.
one more stroke and there- three insinuating knocks on the door.
oh- and he's cum. drippin' fuckin' ropes of pearly white all over your wrist, staring at you all half-lidded like he didn't even register the knocks.
shame. times up.
seven minutes into the situation, and you're licking his cum off your fingers spotless before walking straight out of the closet- leaving him to snap back into reality real quick.
maybe you'll get that photo after all- just not from your phone.
and yet, something in you says that it wont matter how much you hate one another from then on- he'll come back.
he's too much of a slut not to.
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Summary: He loves to watch you act all bratty and then beg for his forgiveness later! It’s just so entertaining.
Warnings: lowkey mean izuku, oral - m!receiving, edging, deepthroating, he pushes your head down, shoe riding, you lick his shoe, hair pulling, fingering, you suck his fingers
a/n: i’m hoping this is not too ooc.. Enjoy my horndogs. Likes and reblogs appreciated!! also comments i like to know what people are thinking...
Izuku Midoriya is a patient man. He has to be, working in the hero industry isn’t for the weak. Everyday it was something new, and he was always there to fix it. One late night after the next
On those particularly long days, he wants nothing more than to relax with you. Snuggled up on the couch, your fingers raking through his hair as he fades against your chest. It’s moments like those that help him get through the day.
So, when he enters your shared apartment, walking over to you like he usually does, lips pursed to receive his daily kiss, you can imagine his surprise when he’s met with your palm instead. His brows furrow at the intrusion, lips parting to question you. He doesn’t even get a chance to before you’re complaining about something he’s done. His briefcase still in his hand, work clothes still decorating his body. He watches as you walk to your shared room, door slamming behind you. Izuku is a patient man. He’s been trained to be. But his patient wears thin when it’s tested on purpose.
That was two hours ago, and he’s paid no attention to you since. You know you deserved it. You may have been a little too harsh. You didn’t miss the way his eyes twitched or how his fists clenched by his sides in response to your little tantrum. In all honesty, you just missed him, and wanted a bit of attention. Although, you did go about getting it the wrong way.
Which is how you get here. On your knees in front of him, hands tugging at the waistband of his pants. But despite your actions, Izuku’s paying you no mind. His eyes glued on the device in his hand.
“izuku, please? ‘M sorry.” you whisper, head coming to rest on his thigh. “Let me make it up to you” you say, thighs squeezing together at the growing ache between your thighs. He doesn’t look at you right away. Instead, he sighs, tossing the phone aside at a leisurely pace. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, you know that. Gonna have to work a little harder, sweet thing”.
His hands move to cup your face. One hand rests on your cheek, the other making its way to your hair, a rough tug sending your head back.
“You weren’t very nice today” he says, watching as you squirm from discomfort. The hand that was once so gentle with you now squeezing your face, your lips jutting out from the force.
“I know izu, m’ s-sorry. But please just wanna make you feel good” you mumble, eyes growing glossy with want. He pauses before undoing his belt, navy blue boxers coming into view and his pants pooling at his ankles.
“Take it off”
That’s all the instructions you need. You tug down the thin fabric, his cock shooting up against his abs. His tip is an angry shade of red, small pearls of precum coating the top. Your actions are hungry, and desperate, as you move to grab his shaft.
“Nuh uh” he tuts, head shaking in disapproval. “Mouth only”.
You obey, of course you do.
You start with small licks, making your way from the base to the tip. A salty taste flooding your tastebuds. His hands find their way to your head once again, entangling themselves in your hair. His grip is rough as he guides you along the length of his cock, head bobbing at his chosen pace. Drool seeps out from the sides of your mouth as he pushes you down, each time further than the last.
You find yourself rubbing small circles on your clit, in tune with every nod of your head. You splutter around his cock, throat constricting at the brief loss of air. Tears spilling down the sides of your cheeks, landing on his toned thighs.
“Hm, you wanted this, but I feel like I’m doing all the work”, he laughs, hands tightening as they work in your hair.
“Can’t even make me cum, pretty. 'M not sure you want it that bad?” he says, smirking at the way you shake your head in disagreement. You whine, annoyed at how he doubts your abilities. You know you can make him feel good. And you want to. You have to.
“Hey, good girls don’t talk with their mouth full”
Soon, the bobbing of your head is matched with small thrusts of his hips. Your nose colliding with his stomach at every shove. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, your fingers moving faster, his hips faltering, the both of you so close to the edge. You watch through glossy eyes as he moans, face tightening before the sight of saliva and cum dribbling down his legs graces your view.
You move your head off of him, resting on his thigh as you catch your breath, your chest heaving. The scene plays back in your head, the thin fabric between your legs getting dampened at the thought.
Before you realize, you’re laying on the couch. Green locks peeking out from between your thighs.
“You’re really wet babe, you like it when I'm mean to you?” he says, his fingers brushing over your panties before bringing them to your mouth. Obediently, you suck on them, the taste of yourself on his fingers only making you more hot and bothered. You shake your head, a small bite on the digits inside your mouth. On the outside, you hate when he acts like this. Calling you stupid, or dumb. It’s demeaning. But you can’t help but get excited at the possession in his voice. It’s always ‘mine’, or ‘for me’. You’d be anything he wanted you to if it meant you got to be his.
He smiles softly at your response. You’re still defiant, even when you know you need him so bad. It’s adorable. He lifts your shirt to expose your stomach, simultaneously freeing you of your underwear. He rubs his fingers along your folds, small strings of your slick mixing with the remnants left on his digits. He prods at your entrance, and one finger soon turns into two.
“Already ready for me? Good girl” he smiles, moving down to his elbows, your face merely inches away from his. Your hands find his hair, losing themselves in the strands as he moves his fingers deeper into you.
“‘M fuck Izuku. Please faster” you moan, head moving upward to watch where his fingers disappear into your cunt. His pace gradually picks up, each thrust reaching further than the last. You’re so fucking close, only a few more thrusts and he knows you’ll be teetering off the edge.
“I’m not sure you deserve it, pretty girl. You weren’t very nice to me”
You almost forgot about that. But you should know better than to think he’d ever let you go unpunished. After a few more thrusts he’s pulling out, your hole clenching at the loss.
“No, fuck ‘zuku was so close. I’ll be better next time, p-promise. J-just lemme cum I’ll do anything” you whine, face coming up to place small kisses on his neck. Searching, begging for any kind of sympathy.
You whimper as he stands from the spot between your legs, pausing for a moment as he watches your form. Your body twitches, and your fists are clenched at your sides. Heat rushes to your cheeks at just how exposed you are, the humiliation of your whining settling in. Your legs shut as he stares at you, almost seeming lost in thought.
“You don’t deserve my help, not after how you acted. But…” he trails off, looking down to his foot. An idea jumping into his head.
“If you really wanna cum, you can use this” he points, watching your reaction intensely. You blink. There’s no way. Humiliation finds its way in you once again, as you look at him with a questioning gaze.
“You’re my good girl, right? Prove it to me baby’
You hesitate before you move, cheeks burning as you slid off the couch. You straddle his foot, the feeling of leather and small ridges pressing against your cunt. Your arms come up to hug his thigh. Slowly, you rock your hips, your slick allowing you to move across the fabric easier. You bite your lip, pitiful attempts at trying to stay quiet, ashamed of how turned on you were by this. Reluctantly, you look up, green eyes already staring down at yours.
“Good job. Doing so good f’me” his words of encouragement make you rock faster. Not only chasing your orgasm, but also those sweet words of praise from the man you loved most. He watches intensely as you lose yourself on his foot, thighs twitching from overstimulation. A small pool of white covering the black material. He gives you a few lovetaps against your face, muttering a small ‘good girl’ and placing a small kiss on your forehead.
He holds your chin, small brushes of his thumb placed on your jawline. He plants a few more kisses before he whispers, “Clean up your mess, ok princess? Remember, good girls don’t use their hands”.
Tongue out, you lean down, lapping at the shoe. The taste of your release and the slight tang of the leather gracing your tastebuds. You can feel his eyes on you as you move, small praises still slipping past his lips, as he watches your tongue. His own way of saying you’re forgiven. And now, you have his attention. All of it.
a/n: sad bc i was sifting for izu reqs and i have at max like 3 and idk i need nasty and gross izu rn
like izuku who jerks off in your bed when you’re not home with a pair of your panties pressed to his face
like izuku who cracks your door open in the middle of the night and watches you play with yourself so he can jerk off to the same rhythm
like izuku who turns the air up extra high so he can see your nipples poking through your shirt when you walk around
like izuku who always needs something from the bathroom while you’re showering and will sit in there and talk with you but insist he needs to see you so he pulls the curtain open
like izuku who is always walking around shirtless and sweats low on his hips, always standing a little to close to you so you can feel the heat of his body
like izuku who steals are your sex toys and hides them in his room cus he wants to see if you’ll say something
like izuku who pouts and offers himself up saying you must’ve just misplaced them and you look up at him with parted lips and squeezed thighs and nod you head once
like izuku who won’t leave your cunt alone once he gets his mouth on it and makes you cum over n over until you don’t even have a grip on his hair or sheets anymore cus you’re so overstimmed
like izuku who pulls out your vibe from his bedside table and presses it right on your clit, smirking when he hears your cries and then adds in your dildo too and fucks you until you’re literally scooting up his bed and begging for a break
so yeah like that kinda izu is what i’m looking for yk :)
OH MY FLIPIN GOSH i luv your chishiya headconanos so much. i Hope ur working on more of them. but like u should do arisu headconanos (pls pls pls i beg). um can u do like the headconanon like where like voyerism type(w arisu). but like extend that into like a fic. also u so funny i was laughing so much when you said"(cough...arisu..cough)"(srry im not gonna write the whole thing im way to lazy..) anyways also u should tell us what other dramas u have watched for like more fics and hcs. THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR TIME HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVE❤️
-🎵anon
ofcc, thank you so much! thinking abt making a post just to list all the media i’m willing to create works for.
cw: filth NSFW! arisu’s lowk a little pervert! (cuck?) virgin switch arisu! in-toxicated sex! dom-subish dynamic! male/female masturbation! dubious content! dacryphilia! oral! lil breeding! lowk mommy kink! chishiya cameo! lol voyerism (alludes of threesome) w chishiya! switch afab reader! takes place in the borderlands (bc i will only do this trope unless specified for an au)!
a/n: its 2:23 am and im OVULATING. erm was surprised to realize the chishiya headcanons had accumulated a generous amount of likes for a first ever post. i’m sorry babes but I have NOT even started s3 yet, i know, sue my ass. so this is primarily based on the loser s1 & s2 arisu is. stated once again, english is not my first language—deepest apologies to the native speakers who will notice how poor my grammatical structures are. litr dk how to write headcanons so this is going to be in an odd format. very OOC!!! but we ball.
arisu ryohei truly believes that the most favorable day in his entire existence is when he had first met you. try to implement or argue about the importance of other events—he doesn’t care, if you’re not part of it, it’s irrelevant.
he’s a loser, a pathetic man who couldn’t fathom existing without you.
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei awkwardly smiled at you from across the pool, waiting faithfully for a response. and maybe you were the asshole for not waving back at him, but honestly you had every single right to. this man has been chasing you like a contagious plague since you’ve entered the beach. he thinks he’s being inconspicuous, but being 5’10 offers obvious disadvantages to stalking, you caught onto him fairly fast.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei would take any opportunity to be with you. coincidentally, if you informed anyone that you’re planning to play one of the games tonight, suddenly he’s in the same exact game as you, with a multitude of days still left on his visa. you assume he’s been listening to your conversations, or that word gets around fast—either way, it’s beyond weird. you’d also heard, through the usual stream of gossip, that this lovelorn, gawky boy was incredibly intelligent, and that he’d somehow been selected to sit in on meetings with executives. how shocking. and, according to the same hearsay, he apparently had some kind of ridiculous obsession with you. how shocking again. your not even sure how such an atrocious rumor started, but everyone at the beach knows, and it’s unbelievably embarrassing for both of you.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei admires you from afar, watching—staring—so intensely. he’s determined to protect you, but from a distance. and yet he knows he can’t approach you just yet; he’d probably scare you off. so he relies on being a casual wallflower, doing whatever he can to keep you safe in this treacherous, heated environment. though, of course, he eventually had to step in during one situation…
arisu witnesses an official being much too physical with you. it’s disgusting, it irks him immensely that anyone has the audacity to touch—let alone talk to his girl. you’re slightly plastered, vulnerable to any malicious intent. he reluctantly stands up for you, approaching the guy and informing that, you—his dearest ‘girlfriend’, had way too much to drink tonight. ryohei advices the official to leave, as he was going to take you back to your hotel room soon. the other man refuses, saying that he’d prefer to walk you back. arisu wasn’t born yesterday, he sees the charming facade and can infer the malevolent purposes seeping through the fissures.
arisu pulls you from where you were perched, bonding his hand to your waist. you’re giggling, finding the whole dilemma hilarious in your hazed mind, “arisu…where are we going?”. he finds your drunken state oddly endearing, but he’s determined to make sure you don’t say anything you’ll regret later, “i’m taking you back to your room.”
“but i wanna go back to yours, arisu”.
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nsfw!
ʚɞ the only sounds that were omitted from his room were the lewd arrange of fervent moaning and obscene gushing. this was his most wildest dream, unraveling infront of his wide eyes as he was in your guts.
ʚɞ being recently celibate had made you reach your breaking point. and having this man completely whipped for you was just so tempting, you couldn’t resist him. he had those pleading eyes that spoke silently, begging you to fuck him.
ʚɞ prior, you implored him to stay with you, asking if he would let you rest on his bed. arisu absurdly declined, as he could infer he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully with your body lying next to his.
your suggestion flustered him, sensing the innuendo behind your enticing honeyed words, “i-i don’t know.”
you laughed, feeling amused from teasing this absolute virgin, “c’monnn i know you want to. i’m so lonely at night arisu”, you pouted, “i need you”.
he knows that you’re not alone at night, he hears you. occasionally he puts his ear to your door just to listen to your pretty little whimpers as you get pounded by another desperate man. or when you’re actually desolate after dark, and you’re flustered in your sheets and need any type of relief, he listens to it like his most favorable music. it’s like his personal favorite song—he could replay it forever.
ʚɞ eventually and willingly he ends up giving in, letting himself go underneath your touch. his heart hammers underneath his chest as you let yourself trail your hand down his sternum to his stomach. you dip your fingers under his swimming trunks—tantalizing—teasing him.
he’s whining, he’s whining because he’s sexually frustrated and just wants your pretty hands wrapped around his thick cock.
“it hurts, ngh h-hurts so f’cking bad”, now he’s whimpering because his dick is just so painfully hard pressing against it’s own cloth confinements.
ʚɞ you ride him untill he breaks, which unfortunately doesn’t take too long, he’s humbly inexperienced. arisu has his fingernails sharp into your plush hips as you keep relentlessly bouncing, ass rippling against his pelvis.
“you…d-don’t have to do this”, he’s exceedingly embarrassed, petrified at the thought of you doing this out of pity. his chest tightens, stomach knotting with a sick mix of dread and humiliation, and excitement.
“‘mhm…i want to though, you feel sooo good baby”, the bed was creaking from your movements, slamming down onto his cock repeatedly. you maintain a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moments of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with your tongue lolling past your lips, "you’re into that?" you huff softly before glancing back at him, "y-you want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
“y-yes! s-slow down! f-fuck i’m gonna”, he grabs onto your loins and starts repeatedly thrusting up into you, “g-gonna cum in you...” he adjusted his dominant hand from your hip to your neck, squeezing it gently.
you nodded repeatedly, “pleasee arisu, fill me up”
he throws his head back, shutting his eyes tight as he climaxes, painting your insides. he’s gasping, the air climbing through his narrow lungs as he claws for his next relinquished breath. euphoria claims his nerves, as you clench around him tightly, milking every last drop. you collapse onto him, digging your face into his neck to leave gentle open mouth kisses upon his flushed skin.
he’s so pussy-drunk. mouth open still gasping in immense astonishment of how his first time was so tremendously perfect. he mumbles his affectionate confession, “i- i love you, so much.”
“oh?”
ʚɞ arisu ryohei received his greatest desire for one night, but that wasn’t enough to satiate his lasting hunger for you. he still needs you, he craves you.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei masturbates constantly to the thought of you, it consumes most of his precious time. such a fucking gooner.
schlk, schlk ,schlk. the wet provocative plaps being audible from the hallway outside his room. "so close.. need—fuck—more." arisu picks up his pace, his fist working faster up and down his cock, pre dripping out with every sudden movement. as soon as he's right there, he stops. edging himself they way he’d imagine you would. his legs quake at the sudden loss of stimulation. he’s fighting with his sheets, holding it like a lifeline. "need you s'bad, baby..need y-you here.." he flutters his eyelids shut as he prepares to continue, fist pumping slow as he starts up again then moving faster, increasing his speed. "please—fuck! i'll be such a good boy f'you.." his jaw slacks ever so slightly as he moans out for you, calling out your name which feels like a prayer against his tongue. he reaches his climax, cum spilling out of his twitching achy cock as it leaks onto his chiseled stomach and veiny hands. he huffs breathlessly, sweat dripping down his collarbone.
the roles have turned, and now you’re the one listening to his desperate, futile whines from behind the door. your empathy betrays you; pity swells until you can’t ignore it any longer. you cut through his cries, pushing the door open and slipping inside before shutting it behind you.
“holy shit—um hi! sorry I was uhm…”, he’s flustered; so fucking embarrassed that you have to see him like this. he quickly covers his erection with the thin sheets that he’d pull from the mattress in despair, clutching the comforter.
you only laugh at his shame, getting off on that idiotic discombobulated look on his face.
he’s perplexed, but there’s a sense of curious excitement pumping in his blood. you remain silent, untying your bikini skillfully from behind, and letting it fall to the floor. the air is cold; frigid—arousing goosebumps the both of you can feel. his eyes remain inseparable from your bare skin, admiring your body as he gulps, thick adam’s apple being swallowed repeatedly in his throat.
“i think you um-dropped something.”
“whoops.”
you lower yourself on the bed, crawling to where he lay, as he quickly sat up—pushing his back against the bedframe; attempting to make as much distance as possible. your eyes trace down onto the growing bulge under the white sheets—how cute.
“why’d you stop touching yourself?”
arisu’s slightly irritated by your provoking comment. what’s the objective of asking him these inquires if you’re not going to help him?
he whines, “i wasn’t!”
your tone is condescending, dripping with lust, “there’s no denying it, c’mon.”
he’s retaliating back, frustrated and still so aroused under the thin sheets. “yeah…fine i was. okay?”
“nothing to be ashamed about”, you trail your hand to his face caressing his cheek , “you want me to help you?”
he inclined bashfully, "please."
"that's not how you ask properly, is it?"
his face flushed a bright fuchsia. heat burned his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, mumbling words he instantly regretted—but still wanted so badly. “please touch me m-mommy, please make me feel good.”
you gently kissed his pouty wet lips, “my good boy.”
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei is so infatuated with you, every single sense of even your imperfections bring pleasure into his life. even your smallest gestures made his heart race. like that, even while you’re doing relatively innocent things, his perverted mind won’t stop turning your little actions filthy.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who’s biggest unattainable dream is to be inside of you for eternity, who constantly desires a better universe where its only you and him in existence.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who peculiarly has an extremely high sex-drive for such an inexperienced man. he’s conceals it astoundingly, but it crumbles the moment you start teasing him. he can’t even maintain the facade in public, when you often gently touch his crotch to purposefully elicit a reaction—he’s feralllll. if he could take you exposed to everyone in public, he would.
ʚɞ which carries myself to my next statement; arisu is so discreetly possessive. he’s very much insecure because he’s wholeheartedly convinced you are completely out of his league. he’d clawed his way into your attention, inch by inch, so the idea of someone else drifting near you sends a sharp, possessive panic through him. he can’t help it—he watches everyone like a threat. his jealousy isn’t quiet—it claws at him, insistent and irrational. when you talk to anyone, even casually, he seethes—not at you, but at the person daring to speak to you. his jaw tightens until it aches as he stands off to the side, watching every move to make sure nothing goes wrong. he trusts you… but no one else. after what feels like an eternity, he corners you, demanding reassurance like a child, insisting that the conversation was nothing more than harmless friendship. it honestly feels like a clever excuse so you can kiss his forehead and pet his hair, repeating that your only his and not to overthink about it. arisu also utilizes it as a way to prove no man could ever get you off like how he does. it’s relatively true, only his body felt like it was tailored perfectly to yours. every inch, every single mark, every vein.
ʚɞ every inch of arisu is so exceptionally sensitive, and i truly mean every inch. when your hand gently caresses his dick and it twitches, ugh a perfect sight for sore eyes. he can’t last too long for that exact reason, but his stamina is immaculate for you. he’ll keep going and won’t stop until you’re satisfied and stuffed full with his thick cum, even when he’s overstimulated with tears cascading from his eyes. you’ll wipe his tears as he inquires if you’re proud of him for trying so hard to please your insatiable lust for him. he’s so pretty when he cries.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei’s fav position: mating press. he’s manhandling and folding you in half, taking initiative. he pushes your plush thighs so they’re practically touching your shoulders. you just look so breedable bent like that, your leaking precious hole on display for him and only him. the angle makes him hit deeper everytime, his thick tip bullying your abused cervix.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is determined to know how to properly give oral. unfortunately his inexperience is an obstacle and a clear disadvantage, first time he requested to to go down on you—you laughed at him. so he requests advice from another experienced person who is so willing to teach him how to eat pussy.
when you originally took arisu’s surreal offer, nothing could have prepared you for the aftermath. you’re trembling, twitchy and overstimulated, your thighs ferociously shake around arisu’s ears. you should feel embarrassed, ashamed at the most. the two of them watching you like this—handling you like this— chishiya has one hand splayed on your belly, the other one fisted in arisu’s hair. he had his face delved between your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man.
chishiya’s smirking, getting off to this picture perfect scene, “mmm, arisu—she’s really enjoying herself right now”, he stares down at your writhing body, voice slow, smooth, condescendingly mocking you, “he’s making you feel good, isn’t he?”
your nodding without a second thought, so fucked out already. the brunette forcefully grips onto your thighs, adjusting them above his shoulders as he devours you. you’re scooting up on the bed away from it, the ecstasy being too overbearing. chishiya grabs you holding you in place, “c’mon don’t runaway from it now, take it baby.”
you’re whining, stomach twisting repeatedly into a large unforgiving knot. the blond tilted your chin down, forcing you to watch arisu tongue-fuck you. “suck her clit, she’s sensitive now”.
arisu submitted to his decree, and it felt like your soul was being ommitted from your body, “cumming—im ngh…cumming!” but before the either of you could possibly retaliate, chishiya pulls arisu off of you. ryohei’s lips are coated with your hot slick, soaked. his large brown iris peers up on you, a longing hungry look his in eyes.
chishiya sneers as a lewd idea floods his mind, “kiss her, arisu.” he listened to chishiya’s command immediately, subconscious without a second thought, making out with you. you can taste yourself in his warm mouth. and as he finally disconnects the kiss to catch a labored shaky breath, a solid string of saliva gets detached between your lips. it was prevalent that arisu had already came eating you, but he’s hard once again. you feel it pressing against your inner thigh.
he maneuvers your limp spent body on your hands and knees. arisu wraps a large calloused palm around your neck—as he carefully applies pressure to your tender flesh. he’s applying kisses to your shoulder blade, soothing your frayed nerves. as his other hand latches onto your hip; fingernails leaving soft red indents. his bulbous tip bumps your swollen clit repeatedly, before he enters with a solid thrust. you let out a wanton high-pitched cry, pussy failing to stretch to his abnormally large cock.
chishiya coos, witnessing the large prominent belly bulge. the blonde presses down on it, letting out a silent laugh as you start squirming. arisu’s dick drags upon your gummy walls brutally, hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll back repeatedly. ryohei is breathing into your ear, whispering serene praises to ensure you come back to earth.
you’re loud; almost screaming—and chishiya is fedup and nearly jaded from it. he inserts two of his long slender fingers into your mouth, in awe of the way you immediately suckle on them, muffling your sobs. the sensation of arisu gently choking you and chishiya’s fingers down your throat, you’re light headed from both the strangulation and asphyxiation. arisu groans hearing your attempts to take in all the sensations, kissing your earlobe, “doing such a good job for us.” it was fairly ironic that the most overprotective guy you personally know is so willing to share you, but you interpret it as him being mentored, all in good intention that you feel pleasure.
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei has a very weak pullout game let’s be honest. frequently will only cum deep in your womb, because he’s fascinated and so incredibly turned on by watching your sore pussy leak his seed upon his base where the sticky white ring forms. (his other biggest unattainable dream is possibly putting a baby in you one day, when living conditions hopefully return better.) although, if you request him to pullout his ideal spot is on your bare tits.
ʚɞ regarding that, arisu ryohei is a manwhore for titjobs. the concept of fucking your perfect breasts was so foreign yet equally alluring to him. doesn’t even matter the size, he just deems that your chest is beautiful. when laying down he utilizes it as a personal pillow, doubling down as a keen way to listen to your heart beat’s rhythm. also adores biting them and leaving purple marks upon the supple flesh. it’s by far his most favored part of your body, and maybe your thighs.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is entirely duteous to you, loyalty like a dog. he lingers at your side, ready to follow without any hesitation. he’s so obedient to you and only you, request him for anything and he’s already bestowed it upon you and more, eager unhidden. he’s somewhat a pushover, but he’s assured you’re not taking advantage of his kindness. with you, his boundaries blur; you barely get two words out before he’s nodding, already committed to whatever you ask. he’s agreeing to any mission even if it consists of the extremes on the spectrum, if you want to try something new in bed, he’s already mentally preparing for the absurdity.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is forever grateful that the borderlands bestowed you upon him, fulfilling his biggest dream. he’s praying and thanking the universe for your existence, and that your his.
a/n: i’m so sorry this took over a week to write i’ve been busy. i litr had to write this while getting my hair and nails done, deepest apologies for my stylist who prob read this w me. but i love torturing myself so i still wanna write more. interactions with this post are appreciated.
you didn't know karasu tabito had a voice kink until you went long-distance. it was only temporary; karasu moved to france for his career, and you had to work through the remainder of your two-week notice before you could join him. the first week had been spent texting, usually to remind each other to eat. your first call was to congratulate him on a win against spain, you'd just forgotten about the time difference.
"you did so well, baby. those passes and assists helped win the game," you praised, voice low after hearing his sleep-ridden greeting after picking up.
karasu was quiet on the other line. "really?"
you nodded before remembering he couldn't see you and said, "yes, really. why do you think they wanted you so bad? five more days, and i'll be right there with you."
again, no immediate reply. you thought he'd fallen asleep before a soft, quiet whimper floated through the device, making you blink. "tabi? are you—"
"keep talkin'," he bit through a groan. it sounded a bit muffled, as if his face was pressed into a pillow. heat flared between your legs, and you were suddenly grateful you decided to call him before getting ready for the day.
"touching yourself to my voice, or my praise, baby?" you teased, fingers dipping below your waistband. "miss me that bad?"
karasu honest-to-god whimpered, and you felt it everywhere. "i missed you, too," you continued, keeping your voice steady, if not a little breathy, as your fingers slipped between your sticky folds. "i can't wait to be next to you, underneath you, again. can't keep touching myself to your interviews, baby."
you could hear the slick sounds of him pumping his dick through the phone and bit back a whine. "when you look into the camera, when you grin like that, it's for me, right, tabi? cause you know i'm watching? know i can't last long when you give me that look?"
"god, yes!" he groaned directly into the phone, and your fingers, three at once, slipped into your dripping cunt. you didn't bite back the gasp that flooded your chest, and the sound alone was enough to have karasu chanting, "cumin', cumin', fuck, 'm coming."
your hand moved frantically between your legs, but the ethereal sound of his groans and whines as he came all over himself was enough to tip you over the edge.
you bit down on your lip to muffle your moans, wanting to hear karasu’s heavy panting through the phone as he returned to himself. you touched yourself to his sighs until the tremors left your legs.
୨୧ ― Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
“HHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-“
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
“Louder,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, “Want the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.”
“MMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!”
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
“Squeezing me already? We're just getting started.”
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
“Sukuna have you seen my-“
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moans…
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Toji’s terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Toji’s girlfriend.
“The door” Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, “was locked for a reason, four eyes.”
“S-Sukuna-“ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
“Like what you see?” Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
“I-I-“ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
“I- you- she's-“ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, “That's Toji’s girlfriend!”
“Is she?” Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, “Could've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.”
“Wha- months?!”
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, “AAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-“
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
“I know.” Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, “Isn't that the point?” He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. “Come closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.”
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
“Don't touch yourself,” Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, “You don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.”
Gojo doesn't move.
“I can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another man’s girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.”
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Toji’s going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Toji’s going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, “-pay attention, looser.”
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
“Look at him,” Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, “Look at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.”
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it there…
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?”
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice… shit…
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
“Haaaahhh… hahhhh…” You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, “clean ups on the bed.” Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, “And Satoru?” He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, “Next time, knock.”
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where he’s at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face… the way your legs tremble…
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But… what if she needs help…?
His feet carry him forward, right to where you’re at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, don’t tell him to get out… you just wait and see what happens.
“He said...” Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, “He said clean up was on the bed…”
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- she’s Toji’s- Sukuna’s? She isn’t my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
“Then clean me,” you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils… until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
“I've never-“ he chokes out, face burning, “I don't know how to-“
“Lick.”
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
“Nnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-“
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
“J-just like- oh god- just like that-“
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
“Ahhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-“
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
“Good boy,” you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, “Such a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-“
“Mmmph- mmhhnn-“ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
“Shit I forgot my wallet-“
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soaked…
“Well, well.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, “Maybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.”
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
“Did I say you could stop?”
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
…
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
um ! i read ur hcs/possible writes and ong u probably should write virgin izuku x reader... for science... yes...
midoriya, i.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, softdom!virgin!izuku, sub!fem!virgin!reader, FACE FUCKING, i blacked out, i can be trusted with izuku if he became real, not proofread 😝
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: short blurb about virgin!izuku facefucking self-claimed “experienced” childhood bully!reader
do you think the world is ready for virgin!izuku x bitchy childhood bully!reader (who claims she’s experienced) (you’re not)? like it all starts out where you’re both at a party, and it’s found out he’s a virgin. you snicker, finding him at the drinks table once the group disperses, to make fun of him. and he just raises his eyebrow, seeing right through you. “you really want my virginity that damn bad?”
“wh—! that’s not what i am saying at all, deku, i don’t know what those gooner ass pornos you watch teach you, but— j-just because a girl talks to you, doesn’t mean she wants to sleep with you,” you stammer, all while trying to maintain a haughty guise.
he clicks his tongue, shrugging before taking a sip of his drink. “ah, that’s too bad. i would’ve gave it to you.”
and you can’t control yourself when he makes an offer like that. you’ve had a secret crush on him for years! fast forward, and he’s laughing as you fumble with his dick, attempting to give him a blowjob while he sits on his bed.
“you sure you’ve done this before?” he asks, running a hand through your hair.
“obviously, idiot,” you lie, slapping his hand away. “you’re lucky your first time is with someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“right. i forgot. you’re a pro. can i just—”
and he grabs the sides of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair as he shoves his dick down your throat, making you take him to the base. you splutter and gag as he holds you there, looking up at him with furrowed brows.
“hah— s-sorry, saw this in one of those ‘gooner pornos i’m always watching,” he laughs breathlessly, quoting your words back to you through clenched teeth. “you’re okay with it though, righ — shit— right? since you’re so ‘experienced?”
and before you can even answer, he just pulls your head back and thrusts his hips upwards, his cockhead bumping into the back of your throat, over and over, effectively face fucking you. and when he finally cums down your throat and lets you out of his grasp, he just pats your cheek as you scamble to catch your breath. “you’re tired already? don’t we have other stuff to do?”
Can you do Richard Sterling x masochist yan! Reader ? (fem or gn pleasee) who is shy and obedient toward him but secretly want him to chokes her and then hugs her like nothing happens 😭 (smut or fluff base on ur mood<33)
Im not ok i still cannot get over his Sherlock Holmes skin... I didn't get his skin
Rated: Explicit | Warning: Yandere!reader, masochism, richard is 'scared'
This is new.
New and unwanted, no princess should behave as shameless as you were when his gauntlet wrapped around your neck. The Knight expected you to beg, to behave as he told you, instead, you asked him to… Choke you harder.
“Pathetic.” Sneering at you as he looks down at you, only to become more disturbed by how you look up with glossy eyes and a smile on your face. “What is wrong with you?”
“Does it displease you? I couldn't help it,” You quickly crawl to him and grab his pant leg, “Do you want me to pretend to dislike it? I will do whatever you ask of me, Sir Richard.”
He wants to kick you away but after your many displays of unhealthy obsession with him, you will likely get off on it. “No matter what you do, none of it will arouse me, worm.”
You moaned.
Richard scoffs as pulls away but waits for you to stand up before grabbing your face with his gauntlet-covered hand, “A princess would never debase themselves like this. Have some shame.” Shoving you against a wall, his face close to yours, lips barely touching yours, “Behaving like a mistress to the king.”
“Richard,” You hand on his thigh as he puts a leg between yours, “Please.”
“Please, what? You are in no position to demand or plead for satisfaction for your twisted desires. You will accept with grace what I give you, then you seek my bed with my seed still dripping from your hole, then perhaps I shall indulge in ruining your thighs with steel claws.
But god, it felt so good. The carved hole in the side of the pumpkin was just the right size for his thick cock. It had taken a couple tries to get it to accommodate him, but now it was tight enough to lightly squeeze his shaft without cutting off circulation.
And the inside was so gooey and wet. The moment he first sank in, he had to will himself not to cum right away. The only thing that would make it better was if it was warmer, but he didn’t mind the cool temperature. Anyway, it was starting to warm up the longer his cock was inside.
The pumpkin was on a table at hip-height, and he held either side of the orange skin to keep it steady as he started to thrust.
He was a virgin, so he didn’t have much to compare the sensation to, but he imagined it felt a lot like how an ass would. It made lewd squelching sounds every time he moved; distinctly wet and mushy around him.
The head of his cock brushed against the opposite inner wall of the pumpkin whenever he thrust in all the way to his balls. Distantly, he wondered if he should have bought a bigger pumpkin to try this with. It’s not like he could whip out his dick to measure it at the time, though.
Stringy tendrils of pumpkin guts clung to his cock every time he pulled out, like the gourd itself was trying to keep him in. The whole room smelled thick with raw pumpkin and sex. It wasn’t a bad combination.
Kirishima groaned softly. He couldn’t risk anyone hearing him and finding out about this, but he could hardly keep his pleasured sounds in. It felt better than anything he’d tried before.
The legs of the table creaked on a particularly rough thrust, and his head skipped a beat. The table collapsing was the last thing he needed right now. It was a good thing he worked out often—picking up the pumpkin and holding it in his arms while he continued was easy.
Instead of fucking into the pumpkin, he moved it up and down on his cock like a massive fleshlight. The insides were warming up; now about the same temperature as his own flesh. When he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was someone else he was fucking.
The building tension was almost too much to bear. He exhaled steadily through gritted teeth as he increased his speed even more. It was frantic and raw and utterly filthy, but that just spurred him on more. A moan ripped itself from his throat.
His cock jumped once, then twice, this time releasing a powerful spurt of cum into the belly of the pumpkin in his arms. It twitched again and again, shooting out his spend until he thought his balls must be empty.
As his orgasm tapered off, he carefully pulled out. A mixture of cum and pumpkin guts oozed out of the hole and dripped on the floor. His cock was a slimy mess, and he knew he’d be smelling of pumpkin down there for days, but he didn’t care.
He began to clean up every trace of his sinful activities, knowing secretly he’d do it again if the chance provided itself.
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Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRISHIMA!!!!! My gift is him fucking a pumpkin hehe. I’ve wanted to write this scene for a long time but only recently got around to it. Hope you guys enjoyed!!!
“izuku?” you say his name like you’re trying to confirm he’s really standing in front of you and this isn’t a wet dream you’ve fallen too far into. “what’s up? it’s a little late, everything okay?”
your next door neighbor looks nervous, which is not entirely out of character for him—but he wrings his hands together, letting out a puff of air like the words he wants to say are caught in his throat. the low light leaking from your small kitchen casts a shadow over part of his face, but his conflicted expression does not waver.
“okay, you’re making me worry. did something happen?” you sound genuinely concerned, something tender written across your face.
izuku exhales through his nose, trying his hardest not to look away from your eyes. he’s going to say something important and he’s going to tell you, not the flowerpot in your kitchen or the wood of your door.
“i had this . . dream,” he settles on the white lie after a moment of thought, deciding that it’d probably be weird to say heard you masturbating to him, “and it—it made me realize that we’re not just neighbors.”
your heart swells at the implication, picking up speed. “oh? and what are we, if not neighbors?”
slowly, izuku takes the smallest of steps forward, his green eyes open and earnest. he doesn’t want to be rash or go too far, so he’s deciding to leave it all to you. what doesn’t happen or what does rests entirely upon your shoulders. “i was hoping you could tell me.”
he waits for your answer with bated breath, twisting his fingers together. izuku’s pretty sure of himself, but there’s always the off chance you’re into someone else with the same first name at work..
it doesn’t come. you don’t answer him, at least not verbally—but you grab him by the collar of his faded all might shirt and crush your lips against his with enough force to bruise. finally, you’re acting on the feelings you’ve been harboring for months now, and god is it freeing.
instinctually, izuku’s hands find your hips, and without thinking, he pulls you closer, slotting your body against his. the thin fabric of both your sleep shirt and his does little to mask the feel of your tits, the perkiness of each hardened nipple.
startled by how good the friction feels, you claw a hand into his hair, not caring if you rip some out or scrape his scalp with your nails. izuku chokes out a groan, tongue sliding desperately against yours. then, before either of you know it, you’re dragging him into your apartment, backing into your side table in the process.
“wait, wait,” he’s gasping for air once he breaks away, fingers squeezing at your hips for purchase. “are you—are you sure? i was really just expecting to talk when i came, we don’t have to—oh.”
you don’t care to hear what he has to say. sure, maybe he did come here just to straighten things out, but izuku’s no dummy—he was aware of the possibility of something like this happening. you’ve both been beating around the bush for months, accepting his offers to help you with laundry and having to constantly buy new panties due to half of yours going ‘missing’. izuku goes down to the apartment pool and walks back to his place next door shirtless (despite the biting cold) just so he can feel you sneak a glance.
you’re grabbing him through his loose sweatpants, palming the thick bulge of his aching cock. judging by the wetness leaking through the material, it’s obvious that he threw these on in a rush. “no, izuku,” you shake your head vehemently, tone firm and final, “i want you right here. right now.”
it’s the way you make the decision for him and leave little room for resistance that gets him really hot for you. you’ve made it clear that you want to be dicked down in your kitchen, on the table that he helped you to assemble when you first moved in, and that you don’t want to wait another minute.
izuku swallows dryly, tugging at your pajama shorts. he tucks his face into your neck as he works them off of you, his job made easier by the fact that you’re not wearing any underwear.
“i heard you, you know,” he’s mumbling into your ear, so horny he can barely think straight. “just a few minutes ago.”
you’re rough as you yank his shirt off, pulling on it so hard he stumbles, “don’t think i didn’t hear you as well,” the shirt is finally on the floor and his sweats are going next, “what do you think i was touching myself to?”
izuku pushes you forward, bending you over the table. all of the kindness and gentleness is completely out the window—he swipes his whole hand through your slick folds, skin coming away sticky.
he groans loudly, grabbing and guiding his leaking cock to your pussy. but instead of sliding in immediately, he tries to savor the moment by teasing you, much to your dismay.
“holy fuck,” he grunts breathlessly, cursing uncharacteristically, “tell me everything. tell me what you’ve been wanting me to do to you and i’ll give you a-all of it, sweetheart.”
sweetheart.
the familiar, friendly petname sounds so different on your neighbor’s tongue when he’s lined up behind you and preparing to fuck you into next week. you’ve seen his strength first hand, felt the muscle of his body each time you’ve ‘accidentally’ bumped into him.
“i’ve thought about so much . . but lately i’ve only been able to think about being stuffed full—oooh, shit!” you squeal at the feeling of him pressing his tip into you, and a thrill at the idea of more races through your belly. “s-sometime i really wanna sit on your face, too.”
“yeah baby?” another inch deeper, a gradual stretch. “you could sit on my face any day.”
“i-izuku, fuck—i can’t—” his name trembles on your lips, the stretch of his cock wonderfully agonizing. you can’t even talk, let alone think, when he’s got you like this.
“mm, but you’re doing so well for me,” izuku’s reaching around, slipping his fingers beneath your jaw to lift your head up and off of the table, “finish what you were saying, sweetheart. i wanna—wanna hear you talk to me.”
his voice is thick with tones of reassurance and lust, the words rolling flawlessly off of his tongue. izuku knows exactly what to say to make you melt—or, as of right now, clench around his cock like you’re trying to keep him there forever.
“i know you’ve been taking my panties, but all i’ve been able to think about is what you’ve been doing with them, izu. s-so many times, that’s what i’ve thought about while i picture you.”
with one final push that nearly splits you open like a pomegranate, izuku bottoms out with a choked whine, face searing with heat. it’s like he’s got a fever, his body temperature soaring and deep frying his brain in the process.
though he’s usually cautious and thoughtful in most situations, izuku doesn’t pause to think about whether or not he shut the door behind him, or if the neighbors will hear all of the noise and file a complaint. the very last thing on his mind is the ikea table that rocks beneath you, wanting to give out and fall into a pile.
“okay if i hold your wrists like this?”
you’re carefully being hoisted up by your wrists, your arms pulled taut behind your back and held in place by just one of his larger hands.
“honestly, ‘zuku, i just want you to fuck me so hard i can’t walk tomorrow. don’t worry so much about the little things.”
it’s already gone on for long enough.
the teasing, the undercurrents of heat in casual conversation, the not so innocent offerings of assistance, the masturbation through the drywall.
“you ready?” sweat’s rolling down izuku’s temples, his entire body sweltering.
you can barely answer without moaning, a sob caught in your throat. without any more unnecessary delay, he squeezes your wrists hard enough to bruise and begins rocking his hips into your ass.
sticky and rather raunchy, the clap of skin against skin sounds out through the small apartment. it wouldn’t be an issue if izuku decided to take it slow, but every slap increases in both frequency and volume.
“i-izu, fuck!” the legs of the table squeak along the floor, the piece of furniture moving a few centimeters away from its original spot.
“been wanting this—you—for so long,” izuku groans deeply, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. “you’re better than i ever could’ve imagined, babyyy.”
it’s so embarrassing to admit it this early, but izuku’s really close despite having jerked off not long ago. you’re so different from the pathetic squeeze of his hand—you’re hot and tight and real as you fuck him back, wiggling your ass closer.
tears are bubbling up in your eyes as he ruthlessly fucks you, any semblance of self control gone. you nearly scream at the press of his tip to your cervix, the contact something between a french kiss and a shove.
“‘m sorry,” he stutters out, eyes rolling back, “i can’t stop, you feel too good—”
don’t stop, you want to say, thinking only of your next door neighbor and the wet slick dripping down your thighs like a waterfall. heavy and oh so full for you, izuku’s balls smack into your sensitive clit and only add to the immense pleasure coursing through your body.
the edge of the table’s digging into your lower belly and applying a delicious amount of pressure. you’re going to cum hard, and it’s going to happen right now.
“i-i think i might make a mess,” you squeal, legs trembling from the force of it all. “can’t hold it, izuku.”
with that, you gush all over him and make quite the mess. cum squirts onto his cock and abs; izuku’s moaning along with you and swiping a few fingers along his slick skin, seeking a taste.
“oh fuck,” he says, pulling out to cum all over your ass, “i didn’t know you could squirt too, sweetheart.”
with a dazed laugh, you slouch against the table, cheek pressing into the cool wood. surprisingly, it hasn’t given out yet . .
“it’s not like you ever asked me about it, izuku.”
he’s letting your wrists go when he coughs suddenly, embarrassment returning to him like he didn’t just cum all over your ass and move your table without using his hands. “what kind of person asks their neighbor something that personal?!”
“the kind of person that’s madly in love with them, izuku. i can’t believe you’re embarrassed about being blunt but not stealing half of my panties! do you know how many times i had to go to work with a thong up my ass because you also kept taking everything i bought? don’t even get me started on the—”
he slides his slick cock back inside of you, planning to cum deep this time around. what happened to being drunk on one another and babbling nonsense? when you’re together three years down the line, maybe he’ll be able to tolerate listening to your rundown of his perverted behavior.
“oh, would you look at that? looks like it’s time for round two.”
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ being roommates with pro-hero, Deku, was fine... until you found out he jerks off to you
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ 18+, minors dni!!! fem!reader, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, izuku being a dirty peeping tom
✶⋆.˚ ── .✦ wc: 3731 words
IZUKU never thought much of having a roommate. If anything, it was just to save money and have some company. Someone he could split the rent with in the tiny, overpriced apartment. He had expected it to be convenient, maybe a little boring.
It was supposed to be easy, simple.
What he hadn't expected was you.
You were sprawled across the couch with your laptop, totally relaxed like you owned the place. Those shorts you always wore, the ones that were way too short, rode up your plump thighs.
He told himself he shouldn't look, but how could he not? Every shift of your legs made the fabric creep higher, taunting him with flashes of skin he had no business staring at.
His throat went dry, heat coiling low in his stomach as his mind wandered to dangerous territory.
The apartment was small, and in the quiet of the evening, every movement you made seemed amplified. The way you stretched with that tiny noise at the back of your throat, the hum you made while scrolling on your phone, the absent way you tucked your hair back. He noticed everything.
He tried to focus on other things... reports to file, patrol notes to review, though he could never stop his eyes from drifting. His notebook was supposed to be filled with hero work, strategies, and quirk analyses. Instead, it was filled with thoughts about you.
It started harmless enough:
Leaves coffee mug on counter every morning.
Prefers iced coffee over hot.
Likes to doom scroll a lot.
Then it got worse..
Now, the notes included the subtle curves of your collarbone, the way your shoulders moved when you stretched, the faint swell of your chest as you leaned forward, and those cotton panties that he sometimes got a peek of when you bent over just the right amount.
A flick of hair fell across your neck one evening, and before he knew it, his pen was moving.
Stretching. Back arching slightly. Small noise, hot.
His chest pounded.
He lightly smacked his face with both hands, trying to refocus on the reports.
News flash, it didn't work.
He told himself it was just curiosity, maybe a little bit of fascination. But deep down, he knew he was lying.
And he knew it wasn't going to go away.
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Later that week, he was supposed to be reviewing paperwork... but the sound of running water captured his attention. The bathroom door was cracked. Not wide, but enough.
He froze, his eyes fixated on the small opening with his pen hovering above the notebook.
There you were. Hair wet, clinging to your shoulders, with water sliding down your back. You bent over slightly to pick up soap, and Izuku's breath caught hard in his throat.
Shower. Hair dripping. Back arched. Soft hum. Ass looks… fuck.
His other hand twitched, hard, restless in his lap. His cock pressed stiff and aching against his sweats.
He knew he should look away... It's wrong. But he couldn't, not yet. Not while you looked like that, so unaware and exposed, looking so fucking good.
A soft hum escaped you as you leaned over, and he bit his lip to keep himself from making a sound. Every detail... The curve of your waist, the way the water traced down your sides, the swell of your ass, the quiet noise you made... He recorded everything.
He tore his gaze away finally, snapping the notebook closed and dragging both hands down his face. He tried to focus, scribbling useless notes about villain tactics, but his mind was already full of the way your waist curved, the little noise you’d made.
He was fucked.
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The apartment was quiet now, the hum of the fridge and the faint tick of the clock echoed through his room.
Izuku lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, but every nerve in his body was on alert. He knew you were in your room by now, probably asleep… maybe in those cute little shorts that barely covered your ass.
The faint shift of sheets. Uneven breaths.
His cock twitched instantly. No. No, don’t—fuck, don’t— He squeezed his eyes shut, but the image slammed into him anyway:
You, tangled in your blankets, thighs parting as your hand slipped lower. The tiny gasp he thought he heard through the wall was enough to make him throb painfully in his boxers.
His hand slid down before he could stop himself, and he was wrapping his fist around himself with a choked groan. His hand moved fast, rough, nothing careful about it. Every thought of restraint burned away, leaving only the image of you spread out on your bed, shorts tugged down, pretty little sounds slipping past your lips.
“F-fuck—Y/N—” he moaned, hips snapping up into his fist. It only took a few desperate strokes before he was cumming hard, hot streaks spilling across his stomach and chest. His head fell back against the pillow, breath ragged, body trembling from the release.
Sticky and spent, his hand fell uselessly to his side. The mess cooled quickly on his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He just lay there, flushed and panting, shame and satisfaction twisting together in the dark.
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Sharing an apartment with Izuku was the kind of thing that you never really got used to.
Not because he was famous, or because his name was plastered across headlines, or because you sometimes caught glimpses of him on late-night news recaps — no, you’d gotten used to that part. It was the other things about him that made it difficult to adjust to.
Like the way he always smiled sheepishly when he came home late, muttering a small apology while kicking off his boots. Or how he left his notebooks scattered on the kitchen table, pages scrambled with messy handwriting that somehow captured every detail of his day. Or the way his voice carried softly when he thought you weren't listening, mumbling strategies or theories under his breath.
You told yourself that you were just lucky to have him as a roommate. The rent was cheap, he was good company, nothing more.
But how could you ignore it?
You liked him... maybe too much. The warmth of his laugh, the way his curls always stuck up no matter how often he ran his scarred hands through them, the occasional peek of muscle when his shirt rode up... Every little thing made your stomach flip.
You tried not to think about it too much. Tried not to let the crush spiral into something more.
He was just your roommate.
Then, while you tidied up the living room one afternoon, you noticed his notebook sitting half-hidden under a stack of paperwork.
He must've forgotten it... Weird, he never does.
Curiosity won. You slid it free, flipping it open. The first page seemed harmless enough... quick notes, bullet points about his schedule, scribbles about groceries, your shared routines.
But as you flipped further, your breath hitched.
Flipping further quickly, your eyes widened, and you felt like your heart had either stopped or gone a thousand miles per hour.
You stretch again. Back curves slightly. The tiniest sound slips out.Panties, blue today. Almost saw everything.Would she moan if I touched her? Would she let me taste her sweet pussy?
More notes... Shorthand descriptions of the way you moved around the apartment, your habits, your noises... Your noises in bed. How did he even hear? You swore you were quiet.
The nights when you had your hand between your thighs, wet, quiet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of your aching cunt. He'd written about those nights too...
Your cheeks burned. Every word was about you. About your body, your movements, your habits. Even things you thought you’d hidden. Even the muffled noises you made late at night with your hand buried between your thighs.
Heat pooled low in your belly. You should’ve felt horrified. You should’ve thrown the thing down and stormed out. Instead, you sat there frozen, pulse quickening, thighs pressing together.
All you could imagine was him hunched over this very notebook, fist working his cock, spilling across the pages while thinking of you.
The idea made your cunt throb.
Before you knew it, you were perched on the edge of his bed, notebook still open beside you, shorts tugged down your thighs. Your panties were already damp when your fingers skimmed over them. The shamelessness of it made you dizzy, touching yourself surrounded by the faint scent of him, sprawled across his sheets.
You slid the fabric aside and gasped when your fingers found how wet you were. “Fuck, Izuku…” you whispered into the empty room.
Your legs spread wider, heel braced against the mattress as you circled your clit with shaking fingers. The notebook caught your eye again, and you grabbed it with your free hand, flipping to the filthiest line you could find.
Would she moan if I touched her?
“Yes…” you whimpered, bucking up against your hand. “I’d moan for you, Izuku—”
Your voice was louder than you’d ever dared in your own room. Too loud. But part of you wanted it. Wanted him to hear it, to walk in sweaty and tired from patrol and find you like this: needy, drenched, shameless in his bed with his dirty secret clutched in your hand.
And then you heard it.
The faint sound of the deadbolt turning. The creak of the front door. Heavy boots crossing the threshold.
Izuku was home.
The front door clicked shut. You froze, fingers still purchased between your thighs, heart hammering like it might burst through your chest.
"I'm home..." Izuku's voice carried through the apartment, low and tired, but still with the warm greeting he gave you every time he came home.
You didn't stop, it was already too late.
Your pulse quickened as you heard the heavy thud of his boots being kicked off and the shuffle of his gear being set down by the door. Each sound drew him closer, and your breath grew uneven, louder.
His footsteps approached the hall as you bit your lip trying to stifle a moan, your fingers rubbing feverishly at your clit that ached so good.
The door opened, "Y/N..?"
Izuku froze in the doorway, eyes wide at the sight before him. He was still in his hero gear, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
You. In his bed. Hand buried between your thighs. His eyes darted to the notebook that was clutched in one of your hands. Shit.
"I-Izuku!" You squeaked, cheeks burning as you instinctively tried to tug a blanket over yourself. The plan sounded better in your head, but now you just felt embarrassed and small.
He looked wrecked, like his brain had been short-circuited. "Y-you're... in my bed.." His voice cracked, throat bobbing as his gaze darted from your face to the way your hand was still between your legs under the thin blanket.
Your cheeks were still on fire, but you forced yourself not to look away. “I-I mean… if you really don’t want me here, I’ll go…” you mumbled, fingers twitching nervously under the blanket.
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard, green eyes glued to you. “I… I didn’t say that.” His voice was rough, the kind of rough that made your stomach flip.
"I..." He swallowed hard, green eyes flicking to the notebook that you'd cast aside, "I never wanted you to see that. But, I-I couldn't stop myself, Y/N, I just—"
You cut him off, your own cheeks burning as you gripped the blanket tighter. "I know," you whispered, "I read it..."
Silence. The kind that made your pulse roar.
Izuku staggered a half-step forward, "And... you're still here?" His eyes seemed a little more relaxed now, his voice softening as well.
You let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed beyond belief. "I... thought, maybe you'd want to see the real thing, instead of just imagining it.."
His jaw dropped slightly, breath catching in his throat. He looked like he was hanging by a thread: mortified, desperate, and painfully turned on all at once.
“Y/N…” he rasped, voice unsteady, his scarred hands flexing at his sides. “God, you don’t know what you’re doing to me…”
You bit your lip, lowering the blanket bashfully as you began circling your clit with the gentlest touch, your thighs twitching against his sheets. A soft whimper slipped from your throat before you could catch it, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth. “S-sorry,” you stammered, mortified.
That broke him a little. His eyes darkened, and he stumbled further into the room, shutting the door behind him without thinking. “Don’t—don’t apologize,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with restraint. “God, d-don’t hide your sounds from me.”
Your stomach knotted tight at the raw need in his tone. Heart hammering, you dared to spread your thighs just a little wider, giving him a clearer view. “You like it…? Watching me?”
He made a strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his whole body trembling like he was barely keeping himself back. “Like it? I’m… I’m losing my fucking mind…” His pants were cramped now as his cock was throbbing and painfully hard, desperately wanting to break free from the confines of the fabric.
You gasped softly as your fingers dipped lower, pumping shallowly inside yourself, your blush burning hotter when his knees almost buckled. He was staring at you like you were something he’d only dreamed of, like he couldn’t decide whether to worship you or devour you.
“Izuku…” you whispered, voice fragile but teasing, “you’re staring so much, it’s embarrassing…” You looked off to the side, your face feeling hot.
His laugh came out broken, breathless. He dragged a shaky hand down to palm his erection, eyes glued to the slick motion of your fingers. “Embarrassing? Y/N, I’m—” His words cut off into a rough exhale, hips twitching helplessly. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose it if you keep going…”
Your fingers pumped faster, sloshed sounds echoing through the room now with how soaked you were.
You whimpered, "Izuku..." Your eyes flicker up shyly to meet his. The moment his gaze locked with yours, you spread your legs wider on his bed to show him everything.
A broken sound tore from his throat as he stumbled forward, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed. His hands shook as he ripped apart his gear, yanking his cock free with a desperate groan. "Fuck—" he gasped, already pumping hard and fast.
Your chest rose and fell frantically, biting your lip as your eyes drooped to get a peek at his cock. It was so pretty and thick... veiny. It was the perfect length, not too long, but his girth was what made your cunt throb. "I-I can't believe you're really..." you trailed off, eyes wide as his hand worked his cock in ragged strokes.
Izuku's eyes were glued to your fingers buried inside your sopping pussy. "You started it," he managed to get out, "and I—God, Y/N, I can't stop, can't stop watching you."
Your thighs trembled, the obscene sounds of your wetness filled the room. "Then don't," you moaned, your words tumbling out shaky and sweet. "Please, I want to see you cum.."
Izuku’s fist blurred over his cock, his abs tightening with every stroke, sweat beading along his forehead as he panted like he’d just come back from battle. “F-fuck—don’t say that—shit, I’m gonna—”
His voice broke into a guttural moan as his cock jerked in his hand. Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted across your stomach, your chest, some even streaking your thighs. You gasped at the sensation, a shiver wracking through you as your fingers pressed harder against your clit.
“Ahh—Izuku—” your body arched, your own orgasm tearing through you at the sight of him painting you in white, your cunt clenching around your fingers. You came undone, messy and loud, crying his name.
For a moment, the room was silent save for the ragged, overlapping breaths of you both. Izuku stared, chest heaving at the filthy picture of you laid out on his bed—his cum dripping down your skin, your flushed face slack with release, your hand still trembling between your legs.
Something inside him snapped.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tossing his ruined gloves aside as he crawled over you, his big, scarred hands bracketing your hips. His cock, still hard despite the release, smudged cum across your stomach as he pressed close, trembling with the restraint he was barely holding onto.
Your eyes widened, heat pooling low as you felt just how hard he still was. “I-Izuku…?”
His forehead pressed to yours, eyes wild and desperate. “I need you. Right now.”
You whined and leaned in to kiss him. It was hot, needy, sloppy. Everything the two of you were as your tongues clashed together. You pulled away, looking into his lust-crazed eyes, "Then take me."
Like clockwork, he lined himself up with shaky urgency, dragging the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds. You gasped at the stretch as he pushed in, inch by inch, your nails wrapped around his back to clutch onto something.
“Izuku—Fuck, oh my god—you’re so big—”
He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he bottomed out, your walls clamping tight around him. “F-fuck—you feel… You feel even better than I dreamed,” he panted, hips already rocking shallowly, like he couldn’t stand still inside you for a second longer.
Your body jolted with every thrust, the bed creaking beneath you as his pace grew frantic, messy. He kissed you like he was starving, tongues clashing, his moans muffled against your lips.
“Y/N… I can’t—god, I can’t hold back anymore,” he choked, his thrusts deepening, harder now, the slap of skin-on-skin filling the room.
“Don’t,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, tighter. “Don’t hold back—I want it, Izuku, I want all of you...”
Your moans broke into sharp cries as his pace turned brutal, the bed frame slamming against the wall with every thrust. Izuku’s grip on your hips was bruising, and it felt so good.
“God—fuck, Y/N, this pussy's clamping me so tight,” he panted, his voice ragged and raw. His curls stuck to his damp forehead, his chest brushing yours with every hard snap of his hips.
You clutched at his shoulders, at his back, nails dragging red lines down his skin. “Izuku—oh my god—you’re so deep, I-I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” he rasped, thrusting harder, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. “You’re taking me so fucking good—look at you, Y/N—you’re perfect—fuck—”
Your head tipped back, eyes rolling, as the pleasure became overwhelming between your thighs. The obscene sound of his cock slamming into you over and over filled the room, your wetness making it all the filthier.
“I-Izuku, I’m—” your voice broke as your legs shook around his waist, your body arching under him. “I’m gonna—”
He kissed you hard, teeth clashing, swallowing your cry as you shattered beneath him. Your cunt squeezed him tight, spasming around his cock as you came, trembling and gasping into his mouth.
The sensation ripped him apart. He growled into your kiss, hips stuttering as he chased his own high, fucking you through yours with messy, uneven thrusts.
“Y/N—I’m gonna—shit!” He broke away, forehead pressed against yours, eyes squeezed shut as his cock twitched inside you, his moans tearing out of his chest as he spilled out his cum, filling you up so full of it.
For a moment, the room was nothing but panting breaths and the heavy press of him above you, his cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks.
It smelled like sweat and sex, the air heavy with your ragged breaths. Izuku stayed slumped over you for a moment, forehead pressed to the crook of your neck, still trembling from how hard he’d cum. His hair was damp, sticking to his temples, and his hands shook where they gripped the sheets.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he eased back enough to see your face. His green eyes were blown wide, but behind the hunger there was something softer, something that looked like guilt.
“I…” he started, voice cracking. He sat back a little, palms sliding nervously over his thighs. “I didn’t… I never thought you’d actually see that notebook. Or— or me like this.” His face was scarlet now. “It’s—God, it’s so messed up. You must think I’m—”
You reached up, fingers brushing his cheek, and his words cut off. “Izuku,” you murmured, your own voice a little unsteady. “Stop apologizing. I read it. I came in here. I wanted this too.”
His throat bobbed, and he looked away like he couldn’t quite stand the weight of your gaze. His hand found your hip, tentative now, almost reverent as he stroked over the damp skin.
“You make me…” He trailed off, searching for words, but nothing came. Just a soft, breathless laugh and another rush of color across his face.
You shifted beneath him, hooking your legs around his hips to keep him there, and for the first time since he’d walked in you could feel his body start to relax. “It’s okay,” you whispered, thumb running over the scars on his knuckles. “You don’t have to explain.”
He ducked his head, forehead bumping against yours, a shaky exhale escaping him. For a few quiet moments, he just held you there, messy and vulnerable and completely undone.
His words made your stomach flip, heat already curling low in your belly again. You could feel it—the twitch of his cock still inside you, the way his body had felt tense again.
Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him there.
He froze, green eyes snapping back to yours, startled and breathless.
And then you smiled, slow and wicked. “Maybe you should show me.”
His mouth opened like he wanted to protest, but the sound that came out was more of a groan—raw, helpless, as he pressed his hips into yours again.
