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ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen despises when you ignore his texts. in a matter of ten minutes without answering, he’s sending “???” and a “don’t play w me” before showing up at your dorm completely uninvited.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen is the walking embodiment of sexual frustration. he’ll make fun of you for being flustered or aroused, yet he’s the one gripping the red cup in his hand when your skirt in too short. he’ll pull you between his spread legs, looking up at you, “i want to bend you over this fuckin’ couch so bad, ma’” like if he was an animal in heat.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen’s room looks like a fucking crime scene. he has an entire laundry basket for clean clothes he’d throw in there instead of storing away and another for dirty clothes. his nightstand carries six empty protein shake bottles besides a cracked ipad he never uses besides for the occasional work he chooses to do. led lights that are never turned off (and coincidentally turn to red when he’s balls deep inside you) along with a broken headboard that has no apparent explanation.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen often lets you stay over after parties so he could release some energy, but when he catches you in the morning talking to a frat brother of his in the kitchen like if he was the most hilarious man alive, he probably regrets it more than ever. he grabs your waist, whispering in your ear “he that funny, ma’?” his fingers on your jaw, tilting your face upwards at him.
ᝰ.ᐟ and jealousy can only be let out one way, right? frat!sukuna ryomen whispers in your ear, “done entertaining him?” when he knows you’re squirming for more. you shut your eyes as his cock slips into you, “nah, eyes on me, baby,” and you do, letting him use you for all you’re worth.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you turn away from him at a party, frat!sukuna ryomen is grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm manner, “i was talking to you,”
ᝰ.ᐟ reckless late night texts. “come over” or “u up ma’?” or “i’m not asking,”
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۶ৎ sexually frustrated dabi
⤥ cw; teasing, fire/heat play, jealousy baiting, use of “kid” once, hair pulling, spit kink, impact play, spanking, degradation, manhandling, headlock
Dabi didn’t get easily sexually frustrated. Only when time had passed and he was far too busy to concern himself with having sex. The only free time he had lately was spent sleeping, eating, or training.
Dabi hadn’t had sex in 3 weeks. It might not seem like a lot, but when his libido started increasing, it was almost too easy to tease him! Walking around in mini skirts, making him food basically half naked, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and not following through, asking innocent questions, the ways to fuck with his head were endless!
He starts getting meaner, his snark gets colder and more cutting. He hovers more, stares and speaks low. So incredibly restless, fidgeting with his staples, constantly running his hands through his hair, fixing his pants as they got tighter. And the fit would silently build up.
He was sitting on the couch, legs spread to try and make the tent seem smaller between his thighs. His eyes were heavy-lidded, holding back a roll of his eyes every time Shigaraki said something annoying. His self-control had his face tense.
You made your way between his legs, standing and cupping his cheeks. “Dabi?” Your voice was at a whisper, making every word and action sound blameless. He hummed, looking up at you with a raised brow and nearly uninterested expression.
A soft pout appeared at your face, “Dabi,” you repeated. He gives another grunt of acknowledgment, exhaling through his nose. “What? I’m listening.” He kept his tone flat, steady, rough. His finger tapped against his thigh, a quiet invitation.
Your legs joined together, sitting on one of his thighs, still not being too obvious with the presence of the league. You hiked your skirt down, lacy panties slightly flashing him. “Sorry,” you murmured. “S’all good.”
Dabi tried to avoid eye contact, simply holding your exposed waist while leaning his head back on the couch’s backrest. You leaned in, pretending to fix his hair and whispering into his ear. “You’re so warm,” with the tinge of a whine ending your sentence.
He gripped harder, fire sparking at his palm to slightly burn your waist, not enough to leave a mark. “Don’t start if you’re gonna chicken out,” and you giggled softly at his words, receiving a warning nod. “Keep it up, see what happens.”
It was practically an invitation, right? He wanted you to keep testing him, driving him further and further to the edge. And the offer was unusually tempting.
You stood, hips moving with a slight sway to where Shigaraki sat at the bar, speaking with Kurogiri. Your hand grazed his scars, “What are the chances you’ll kill me right now?” You ask playfully, a knowing smile on your lips.
Shigaraki stiffened, irritated and suspicious. His eyes visibly narrow at you, tilting his head back slightly so your hand doesn’t rest too long. With a dry, papery tone, he said “Don’t touch me.” He brushed your hand away. “Right now it’s pretty high.”
You cooed, noticing him looking away, and you hummed. “Worth a shot.” When you turn toward him, he’s already stood up and pushing off the wall. He walked lazily, “You done bothering the boss?” He got close enough, his voice drops just for you. “Or you wanna keep trying to get a reaction outta’ me?” He’s not loud, not angry, just tight.
“Who says I’m teasing?” A pretend clueless look appeared on your features. “Maybe I really just wanted to get a taste of him.” Dabi’s expression barely changed, tensing up only. A muscle in jaw jumps, recalculating everything you’ve said.
He steps closer, “That what you’re saying now?” It was a challenge. A challenge to try again. He grabs a handful of his hair, tugging harshly. “C’mon, look at me and say that again.”
You kept the clueless act up, receiving a humorless laugh. “You’re a terrible fuckin’ liar.” He tugs deliberately again, hiding you backward step by step, ignoring the little yelps of annoyance leaving your pouty lips.
He opened the door, shoving you onto the bed, causing a loud thud of the headboard against the wall. And a small click of the lock behind him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dabi—” you were cut off with a sharp tug again, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to him. “No, no, you wanted my attention? You’ve got all of it now.”
His words were heightened in irritation, grabbing your jaw with his free hand and forcing his thumb into your mouth. You whined in protest, trying to kick but not hard enough to seriously push him away. “Open your fuckin’ mouth, kid.” He said patronizingly. You spit on his thumb, disregarding the demand he gave you.
Without a single syllable, Dabi focused his quirk onto his thumb, burning your bottom lip with enough heat to make you open. His spit landed on your bottom lip and tongue, soothing the burning sensation. “Gonna keep playing around or are you gonna listen?” With furrowed brows, you nodded. A forewarning tap, not strong enough to be a slap, landed on your cheek. “Using your words, doll.”
You whined, licking your lips. “Gonna listen,” He hummed in praise, grabbing you by your waist and flipping you over. “Now shut the fuck up till I tell you to do so,” He handled your body like a sex doll, arching your back for you and tugging the skirt off your ass in a matter of seconds.
A loud slap came down on your rear, causing you to jump and yelp. “So fucking impatient, all I do is be good with you and you can’t be a little damn patient?” His words were slurred, another coming down again then rubbed on softly to soothe the sting. “Teasing me like some lowlife whore.” He murmured, unbuckling his belt.
His cock was throbbing when he slapped it against your sopping cunt through the fabric. He ripped it from the back and pushed on your back to arch it more. You bucked your hips backwards, “Da— Dabi,” He grunted, gripping your nape forcefully and squeezing. “Stop moving.”
His dick slid into your gaping hole with one sharp thrust, groaning like a virgin. “All you have going for you is good pussy and a pretty face,” His words were so mean, tears growing at your waterline. Your hand came back, tapping on his arm that held your nape.
He slapped it away, forcing your back against his chest and keeping up a relentless pace. You were a babbling mess, moving your hips backward to meet his thrust, feeling him deeper and deeper. His arm wrapped around your neck, pulling you into a headlock as he pounded his hips against yours.
“M’sorry, M’sorry, Dabi—” Your head was against his shoulder, gasping for air and chasing an orgasm. “Fuckin’ mess, apologizing like you’re mine to ruin, mine to break,” His rambling streak during sex was unmatched. “Worthless when yer’ like this,”
All of his words had your cunt clenching on his dick, eliciting a laugh out of him. “You like being like this? Gonna cum on my dick? Then I’ll forgive your pathetic apology.” You were tapping on him to slow down, only egging on his behavior.
His cum dripped inside of you but didn’t stop, fingers reaching to rub his name on your clit. “Fu— fuck— I’m so sorry,” You whined, eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm rammed through you.
He let go, allowing you a large inhale. He slid his semi-hard dick back into his boxers with a relieved sigh. He stared at your body, all vulnerable and weak, then at your eyes that begged for some care. “Need somebody to clean you up too ?” He rolled his eyes, yet stalked towards the bathroom.
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۶ৎ how you and older toji met
⤥ cw; corruption, infantilization, dumbification, childish reader, lack of a parental figure, taboo content, daddy kink, no smut but mature content, read at your own risk I beg, send reqs for this
You were sitting on the side of the road. The cars passed by and not a single one stopped to wonder what you were doing.
You couldn't see them anyways. Your eyes never once looked up from your dirty, white ruffled socks and the shoes beside you.
Your bike had broke down. Name a more cliche circumstance to be in than stranded by the malfunction of your little beige and pink bicycle with a basket in the front. The basket carried a tiny purse.
Your face had a pouty expression painted onto it. Something between overstimulation and despair with tears trickling down your flushed cheeks. It was hot.
The tree lined street was providing a tad bit of shade, still your misery was more heating than the sun.
Toji, driving past, couldn't resist the sight he was looking at.
There was en emitting purity getting him down from his truck in a matter of seconds. "Something the matter?" He spoke, one brow raised. His tone was dominant and firm, similar to one of a father.
He crouched slowly, peeling your gaze away from the concrete floor by grabbing your chin. "You got a home, sweetheart?" His words were tender on the surface, but underneath they were calculated, sly.
You glanced up at him, keeping your eyes set on his scar. With a quivering bottom lip you replied, "Uh-huh." Your voice was timid.
He grabbed the shoes off the ground, slipping them onto your feet. You took them off because of the callouses they were forming on your ankle. "You look pathetic," he murmured under his breath bluntly. He used his thumb to wipe a tear.
You huffed, wiping the tears yourself with your forearm. "How am I supposed to get home with a broken bike?" Your voice cracked, sounding like an exasperated whine.
It elicited a laugh from him. Then tilting his head and scratching at his nape. "You don't know your mommy's phone number or somethin'?" He questioned, matter of factly.
You shook your head, "Not alive." Typically that gave for a coo of pity or a worried expression, but he didn't even react. "Daddy's?" He replied, moving on to another potential solution.
Then another shake of your head, this time just looking quickly away. "Ah," he exhaled, flicking your temple in humor. "Not a daddy's girl, huh? Would you be in big trouble?" And you nodded. Toji imagined you'd be a big ole daddy's girl if you had one who took care of you properly.
"What were you up to all alone anyways, huh doll?" He interrogated, standing up and running a hand through his hair.
He noticed your hesitation, as if you didn't really trust him. He wanted to get inside that pretty little head, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. "I won't tell yer daddy, babygirl." He assured.
He'd guide you into the deep end without even having to push.
So that's how you ended up in the passenger seat of his truck where he buckled your seatbelt himself and threw your busted down bike to the bed of the truck. "Where d' you live?" He spoke, hands on the wheel and eyes on the road.
"Uhm, just ten minutes from here." You said in all seriousness, yet he laughed. One hand went away from the wheel, press his hand against his temple for a moment. "Ten minutes from here where, sweetheart? You really got so little inside that brain of yours?" He teased, driving remotely slow.
You glanced away, embarrassed. It was about five minutes into driving when he spoke again, this time causing you to choke out a gasp. "You a virgin, doll?" What the fuck? He was so serious about the question, even looking in your direction.
With a minimally adjusted expression, you bit the fat of your inner cheek. "Uhm," You mumbled. "Yeah."
A smile appeared on his face, though he didn't let you see it.
"Then you really got no business in a strange man's car, hmm." Not to mention how much older he was, some white strands of hair on his head. Regardless, you looked at him this time. He seemed dangerous, somebody to be wary of. Yet it drew you in.
"Are you going to hurt me, mister?" You asked, finally speaking up in a complete sentence. He scoffed, staring at your innocent gaze through his peripheral. "If I was, 'really think l'd tell ya'?"
He pulled over, side of the road. "Listen sweetheart, I got no clue where you live." He said starkly. It made your heart beat louder than before. "So, tell you what," And if you had puppy ears, they'd be perched up right now by the sight of your eyes.
"I'll take ya' to my place and charge yer phone, then we can figure shit out tomorrow, sound good?" And you nodded almost instantly. Anything sounded better than racking your brain for some silly excuse to tell your father.
He did just that. His apartment complex was spacious, sort of disorganized, but better than stacks of beer bottles and ziplock bags filled with white powder, huh?
"Can ya' cook?" He asked, putting your bag down at the front door. All it carried was a deck of cards. You nodded slightly in confusion. "Do ya" like to cook?" He asked again, syllables enunciated. And you nodded again, still sort of unsure. "Cook for, uhm, my dad."
He hummed, throwing random food shit on the counter of his kitchen. "Well, uhm, get to it if y'wanna eat tonight." He mocked your mannerism, pursed lips appearing on your face.
He went to shower, leaving you all alone in his kitchen. He knew you were vulnerable, defenseless; it wasn't trust to leave you alone, it was certainty that your pitifulness wouldn't run out any time soon.
You ended up making two chicken breasts and putting rice to cook, not enough edible food in his house to make a bigger meal. Though it'd still be the first proper meal Toji has had in a while.
You kept your distance from him, standing beside the couch.
You stared at him, eyes darting to wherever he went, slightly cautious. He was eating, also glancing at you every once in a while. "Doll," he mumbled, swallowing and practically throwing the bowl into the sink.
You flinched at the noise, look up at Toji towering over you.
"Uh, uh huh?" And he grabbed your chin between his fingers.
"You gonna just stay here for free?" He whispered, coaxing a humiliating reaction out of you as he rubbed your bottom lip.
You didn't have money, or anything to pay with in general, would he kick you out? "I don't have," Your voice was so sweet, he looked at you as if you were eye candy. "Money, hun? You don't have?" He just spoke to hear you reply; he knew the answer. "How about you pay me with something else, huh sweetheart?"
His lips were at your earlobe now, biting down softly. He licked at your pulse point, beginning to draw a pretty, purple bruise.
You shivered, pushing away at his abdomen although it did nothing. He wasn't going to have you like this, no. Not while you were scared of him. He'd have you dumb and wanting by the time he fucked you properly. Maybe he'll taste you beforehand, though.
"Please-" your voice was desperate, eyebrows furrowed into a miserable expression. "Stop, I don— don't want to-" He tutted, annoyed by how you treated him like a monster. He wasn't far from it, but he'd prefer reliance, dependence.
"I'm not gonna fuck you, doll." He said. Not yet, atleast.
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toji’s office is cold and uninviting, a stark contrast to the heat trapped between your bodies as you recklessly bounce up, down, up, down on his cock.
“there’s my — hahh — good girl,” he grunts, one hand swirling whiskey in an expensive-looking glass while the other palms the fat of your ass. “always s’fuckin’ eager to ride me.”
you nod your head with drool staining his taut button down. his weeping tip affectionately kisses your cervix over and over in a lewd shlck! shlck! shlck! echoing throughout the bleak workspace.
suddenly, your attention is brought to something else: your brand new phone on the armrest, screen lit up with a following bzz! and much to toji’s dismay, the roll of your hips naturally slow down, curiously picking it up.
“oh my god!” you’re immediately squealing, arms wrapping back around his neck with your cunt still stuffed full, beaming with sudden excitement compared to how dumb you were going on his thick length just moments ago. “the package you bought me is being shipped today!”
the older man downed a swig of his whiskey and leaned closer to your earlobe. his hot breath fans over your skin and has you shuddering, tone becoming lower and dark.
“yeah?” he grunts, thrusting into you with twice as much force as before. “which one?”
just the idea of you spending every dime he had left, milking both his cock and his wallet, drove him insane. having you being so financially dependent on him, giving him all the control over everything you owned, had toji’s stamina increasing more than it would’ve with the likes of boner medication.
“t-the— fuck! — uhh,” you stutter, brain collecting fog with every snap of his frantic hips bucking into your gummy walls at such a meaner pace. your words were reduced to incoherent babbles as you grew closer to your high already.
“shh, y’don’t need to think, doll.” toji’s voice is dripping with a mixture of mockery and desire, grabbing and squeezing every inch of your smaller frame like you were an addictive drug. “jus’ go dumb on daddy’s dick like you’re s’posed to, mm?”
and you did, thick white ropes of cum spurting in a ring around his girthy cock without much of a warning. there’s nothing toji loved more than spoiling his little girl!
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“ if I’m touching you… i’m doing it slow. I want you to feel every second. ”
⊹ 🎧 ࣪ ˖ — slow motion by trey songz
gojo satoru had a talent for ruining your day.
he’d show up where you didn’t want him, say things nobody else would dare, and smile like he knew every thought running through your head.
but recently, you’d been avoiding him— slipping out of rooms he walked into, ignoring his stupid comments, refusing to meet those ice-blue eyes. everyone else thought it was because you hated him.
he knew better.
avoidance meant fear. fear meant interest. interest meant he was getting to you. and that was something he refused to let you run from. so he cornered you.
literally.
late at night, empty hallway, fluorescent lights humming above. you tried to step past him— he blocked you with a casual shift of his body, leaning one hand against the wall beside your head.
“how long,” he murmured, voice low and amused, “are you planning to pretend you don’t want me?”
you rolled your eyes. “maybe forever.”
“cute." he tilted his head "but wrong.”
you tried to push him away— he caught your wrist effortlessly, not tight, just firm enough to remind you he wasn’t moving unless he wanted to.
“I don’t have time for your games.”
saturo’s lips curved slowly.
“who said anything about games?" he stepped closer— your back hit the wall, breath catching as his body hovered inches from yours. "if i wanted you, i wouldn't play."
you swallowed hard. “and what do you want exactly?” you challenged.
his fingers slid down your wrist, tracing a line so slow it made your skin heat.
“you.”
you stiffened, caught off guard.
“but not fast. not rushed. not messy.” his hand lifted your chin with a gentleness that contradicted every arrogant word he’d ever spoken. “if you think I’d handle you like you’re disposable… you don’t know me at all.”
your heart pounded— you hated that he could hear it.
“say something,” he whispered.
“why slow?”
saturo’s eyes darkened— a shade colder, deeper, hungrier. “because,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed yours, “you’ve been running. and I want you to feel what it’s like when someone refuses to let you.”
your breath trembled.
his thumb stroked your jaw— painfully slow. “you deserve someone who takes their time,” he said, voice like velvet dragged over skin. “someone who studies you… inch by inch… until you forget why you tried to avoid them.”
you hated how warm you felt.
“how long have you been planning this speech?” you whispered, almost breathless.
saturo smirked.
“since the moment you started dodging me. annoying, by the way.”
“you make everything complicated.”
“no,” he corrected softly, “i make everything intentional.” his nose brushed yours— an almost kiss, the kind that burned hotter than anything real.
“and if you let me touch you again…” his fingers slid to your waist, hovering but not claiming.
“… i’m taking it slow... just to ruin you properly.”
you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer without thinking.
saturo’s breath caught— barely, but you felt it. “so?” he whispered, eyes locked on yours. “you still wanna run?”
you shook your head slowly.
“good girl.”
his lips brushed your cheek, slow enough to make your knees weaken. “because I’m not rushing a damn thing.”
his hand moved lower, inch by inch, tracing the fabric, teasing over your skin just enough to drive you insane. slowly, he pushed his hand under your skirt and slid into your panties, two fingers rubbing your clit in slow, maddening circles that make your eyes roll.
“you like this, don’t you?” his lips leaving trails of soft kisses on your neck, feeling the way your pulse flutters beneath your skin.
you tried to protest, to push him away… but your body betrayed you. every nerve on fire, every breath shaky.
“say it,” he murmured, fingers stroking, spreading your wet and sensitive pussy in a maddeningly teasing caress.
“say you want me.”
“i… i want you.” you gasped. your words came out almost like a whimper.
"atta girl."
# ‧₊🐇˚ ⋅ — imma just drop this here hehe. been inactive for a while cuz i got sick but im all better now ^^ btw this one is rush and idk if i should stick to angst or what
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dbf!toji + mouth inspection / cw: gagging, age gap, bickering, implied bimbo reader, spitting, dirty talk, toji calls reader dumb + other demeaning stuff, not proofread
this is wrong. so, so wrong. but you don’t care. not one bit, actually. showing off the crevice of your thighs, almost up to your panties, sucking on that sweet, sugary lollipop like you’re just a dumb thing.
you are, actually. the only thing you’re focused on is getting his cock in your mouth. the softness of your ass presses up against that tight little skirt, enticing him.
it’s not like he won’t do it, or that he’s restraining himself. he’s observing. laid back leisurely on the couch, arms up on the back of the couch, thighs spread so wide you can see his cock print through the fabric of his loose pants.
the hammer bangs outside of the house, your dad is working on it today. of course, despite the fact that you’re a perfectly capable adult, he has his friend just… accompanying you.
“think that skirts too short, mm?”
you turn slowly. not on purpose, but like your sugar-rotted brain is processing his words. you pull the cherry-flavored candy out of your mouth with a pop! “mmuhh, no. not really,” you say, lips glossy.
“i can see yer panties from here. pink, lacy.”
your eyebrows furrow, lips pouting slightly as you rise slowly. “perv,” you mutter, turning around, back to him. “you’ve got your panties out and yer sucking on that pop like you’re tryna drain the life outta it. sugars probably rotting your teeth.”
a small snarl tugs at your lips in disbelief. why’s he being an asshole? he’s supposed to be enticed…
“it’s not… i brush my teeth, obv.”
“obv? dumb girl can’t even use the full word? it’s obviously, baby. and it’s not obvious to me, c’mere, lemme see.”
“it’s slang! and ‘m not letting you look in my mouth.” you stomp your foot on the floor, fingers tugging at the bottom of your skirt because you know it’ll ride up past your panties if you don’t.
“cause you know your teeth are rotting from it?”
“what?! no! because—ugh! fine. just like… don’t stick your gross, perv fingers in my mouth.”
“yeah, sure, baby.”
would he stop calling you that? he’s been insulting you the entire time… jeez. with hesitation, you obey, stomping lightly over to him. your fingers still tug on your skirt as you plop down onto your knees in front of toji, jaw going slack with the lollipop still in it, eyes adverting to distract yourself from how humiliating this all is.
he pulls the candy out of your mouth, lazily putting it in his own. before you can protest and tell him how gross and downright vile that is, his thick fingers hooking into the insides of your cheeks, gaping your mouth like a well-fucked hole.
“mm,” he hums, eyes raking over your mouth like it’s a project he’s preparing. maybe that’s what it is to him. one of his thumbs move, rubbing the front of your top teeth slowly, like he’s inspecting their shape.
“might not be rotten, but let’s look at this tongue for better inspection, ay?”
you whine against his fingers, jaw starting to hurt from how wide he’s got it open. suddenly, his finger is sliding over your tongue, rubbing it like he’s brushing his thumb over the back of a hand. “soft, would feel nice when you’ve got me in ya mouth.”
just like always, he doesn’t let you protest. instead, he presses down on your tongue experimentally. just on the front, not enough to make you gag. yet.
then—still pressing down—his thumb slowly slides to the back of your tongue. thats what makes you gag, eyes watering, tears threatening to spill. he chuckles softly as you rip back from him. if he hadn’t let you go, you wouldn’t have been able to.
dumbly, you don’t protest. you just reposition yourself in front of him, knees pressing into the carpet floor and probably starting to bruise.
he’s not surprised by your obedience. dumb, cock-hungry girls always act like this when they get this kind of filthy attention. the type of attention that isn’t sex but something more potent and demeaning.
his fingers slide back into your mouth, one thumb pulling your mouth wide open, the other moving back into touching and feeling wherever he wants.
“got a pretty mouth here, hun. see, instead of all that back talk, you could just keep my cock warm in here. dont need to use your head for that. nice and wide and warm, mhm. perfect for stuffing cock.”
a little broken, high-pitched hum of acknowledgment comes from your throat, your eyes shutting and betraying your submission.
“you want that, yeah? not having to talk and use that head of yours?”
of course that’s what you want, he doesn’t need any kind of answer.
“i know it is, baby. we need to get this mouth all clean first though if it’s gonna have my cock in it. all that cursing and candy can’t be good.”
a glob of spit lands on your tongue, warm and heavy. “swallow. gotta get it clean, yeah?” you listen, just like he knew you would, swallowing thickly as if his spit’ll really clean your mouth. he watches you struggle to swallow with your mouth spread so wide,
“all fresh now.”
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your thighs twitch, snapping shut around his wrist, but it doesn’t stop the wet squelch of his relentless fingers pumping in and out—every drag sounds obscene. it’s so wet down there it’s embarrassing, slick drooling past the tight seal of your cunt, soaking his palm, dripping onto your thighs, the couch, anywhere gravity lets it.
“shhh… baby, baby,” suguru murmurs, thumb swiping lazily over your soaked, trembling clit. “you’re bein’ so dramatic. all this fuss over my fingers?”
his fingers fuck into you—schlck, schlck, schlck—his knuckles shiny, dripping with the slick you’re gushing around him. each thrust splits you open, stretching so deep it burns, curling right into that tender spot that makes your stomach knot, your back arching off the couch.
“awhh… you poor thing,” he croons, syrupy sweet, “you like it too much, don’t you? hurts, doesn’t it, bein’ this full? bein’ this wet?”
“p-please—” your voice cracks, wrecked and slurred, barely holding together. “please let me cummmm… please, i’ll be soooo good, i-i swear—”
your whole face burns—tears spilling hot, lips wobbling, thighs trembling like you could crush his arm, but he doesn’t budge. his fingers just curl deeper, stroking that spot that makes your brain short-circuit, makes your whole body tense like a live wire.
“awhh… it’s cute,” suguru croons, “watchin’ you try so hard to be good now. makin’ such a mess on my hand huuuh?”
his fingers press deeper, stretching, dragging against sensitive, swollen walls, and the gush of slick that floods his palm makes him grin wider.
“but you don’t really deserve it, do you?” his voice lowers, sickly sweet. “nah… not yet.”
you choke out something between a sob and a moan, squirming, gasping, cunt clenching so tight around his fingers it’s like you want to milk them.
“n-no—i deserve i-it, i promise!!! s-sugu—please…” tears brim your eyes, voice splitting open. “i-i’ll do anythin—please, please jus’ let me—”
“anything, huh?” he hums, thumb tapping against your clit like he’s thinking. “yeah… you will. but not yet, pretty girl. not yet.”
and he keeps you right there—sobbing, dripping, aching—until you’re nothing but tears, slick, and the sound of him working you open like you’re his favorite toy.
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Naoya is so sexy why does barely anybody write for him consistently
Everybody hated Naoya Zenin. That was no miracle; he was stubborn, arrogant, demanding. The descriptive words came to no end.
But it almost made no sense to you. He had always looked out for you, since you met as children from two different clans.
There were countless reasons for why Naoya actually did this; no zenin lacks intention nonetheless with something like this. When you were just 7 and 9, you’d stare at Naoya like he was the greatest thing the world had to offer! Embarrassingly so, even he can fold for someone who looks up to him.
He began to keep you around for constant validation. Naoya enjoyed “educating” you, teaching you all about the clan tradition, showing off, and being the one you ran to.
Whenever another kid would push his limits, you’d be at his chest sniffling “Naoya— Naoya,” without telling him what happened till he held your squishy cheeks and made you tell him.
Then, as you two grew older, Naoya made the rounds in both the Zenin clan and others. He asserted his strength as the future heir of his ever-powerful clan, kept a stern face, and never let up. His morality became “question of the year” and it was irking him.
Yet, when he spoke to you all about his plans for the future, all you did was stare up in awe. The praise you’d give Naoya inflated his ego all the way up to Jupiter.
Even when he sat there rambling about how strength determines value, hierarchy, and indirectly telling you where’d you’d go on this hierarchy, you’d coo and smile.
Then, later into his teenage years, Naoya realized he’d have to marry into his adult years! He needed a woman who could bear heirs, become the mother of his children, director of the household. And who better than the one who’s been with him all these years? Now, he intended to claim you.
When you were 25 and he was 27, Naoya wasted no time in courting you. Precious jewels to your house everyday, inviting you for meals, telling you about all his marriage plans before he even had proposed!
You couldn’t help but giggle on occasion as the blonde man who’d preach to you about a “woman’s place in society” was now grabbing a necklace from one of the boxes and looping it around your neck.
Still, you’d smile, “Naoya, these are really beautiful,” and he’d be utterly pleased. The sweet puppy eyes you’d shoot at him, the slight flush on your cheek. God, how did life put a wife right in his hands before he even knew about marriage??
“Sweetheart,” You ignored the slight condescension in any name he’d call you, still humming and lifting your eyebrows to signal him having your attention. “I’m going to marry you.” Naoya stated, matter of fact.
A small gasp would escape you, biting your bottom lip. But, obviously you expected it.
“You’re going to be Mrs. Zenin before this year is over.” And he said that with his chest puffed out, cocky smile plastered on his face. Yet you nodded, slightly embarrassed.
And then one thing led to another; did you truly have to wait for a priest to officiate you to have sex? Of course not. Naoya already put a ring on your finger, patience was also not his strong suit.
You both rushed into an empty room, Naoya shutting the door and clicking it locked in a matter of seconds.
Everything Naoya did was intentional. His movements were deliberate, where and how he touched you was deliberate, his every word was deliberate. He was savoring you. Like a reward just waiting to be claimed.
“Get on the bed, yeah, wife?” Oh how that word slipped off his tongue in the most sultry of ways, guiding you by your hips onto the bed.
His hands were smooth, quick, they removed your dress in a matter of seconds. Then he did the same to himself. He saw the way your arms came to cover your chest but he didn’t stop you, just kissed down your neck.
“Open yr’legs.” He spoke, trying to pry them open with his knee. And he saw the slight hesitation in your gaze, stopping with an almost frightening discipline. “Calm down.”
You’ve heard those words a million times from Naoya’s mouth. When you failed a test, when your father yelled at you, when you told him something even slightly disrespectful. “M’calm,” you whispered back.
Then slowly he tried again, opening your thighs with his knee. He groaned softly at the sight, fingers slipping under your panties to pull them right off. Your cunt was so wet, so inviting. He ran the pad of his thumb over ur puffy clit, “Fuuuck,”
Then Naoya looked at your nervous expression, and he hummed. “What? Scared that after this you’re really fuckin’ stuck with me?” You knew he was just teasing but it put a pout on your lips, bottom one extending outward like a baby.
“That’s not it,” You whined defensively, eliciting a laugh out of him. “I know, woman,” he began, kissing your jawline while pressing his knee against ur pussy, leaving a streak of wetness behind. “But you told me you wanted this now, you couldn’t wait, right?” He quoted you.
Your mind was becoming emptier by the moment, moaning breathily at his movement. “Ye-yeah,” you replied in a whine.
“If you think my knee feels good wait till I fill you up with my dick, sweetheart.” He teased, pulling away to put his knees on either side of your hips. He pulled your legs up, directing you into a mean mating press.
He slid into you, bottoming out. Not patient enough to wait for you to adjust, his movements became erratic. Naoya snapped his hips against yours, thrusting deeply into you, as deep as possible.
All you could do in response was babble incoherent thoughts and moan, slightly tugging on his blonde hair. “Naoya— mm, ngh-”
His breathing was labored, angling his hips to fuck into that gummy spot of yours. Your back was arching off the mattress, body unable to deny this pleasure even if you were unsure.
“Such a good fuckin’ wife,” He spat, almost inconsiderably. “Gonna make such a good mother,” He growled into your ear, hands groping at your tits and hips.
“Is this your purpose? To satisfy me and be good?” His words were so mean when he was fucking into you! You couldn’t help but unconsciously clench down onto his cock yet tears spilled down your cheeks.
“Awh,” he cooed. “Did that make you feel all fluttery, wife?” He wiped the tears and pushed your hair away from your face. “Cum, yeah? Maybe you’ll feel better.”
In a matter of moments you came undone, your own hips moving to match his thrusts desperately. He pulled out, cumming all over your abdomen and tits. Painting a pretty picture.
“N— uhm, Naoya?” You whispered softly, thumb picking up a bit of his cum. “Why not inside me?” Your question sounded almost like a whine of disappointment.
“Saving that for the wedding night, yeah?” He said, kissing your swollen lips.
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I’ve failed you guys
*saves every noaya edit on my fyp*
when im supposed to hate him, yet he looks like THAT
I hate him so much but LOOK AT HIM
I'm going. To commit a crime.
I'M TIRED OF THIS GRANDPA
The distress half of the fandom is experiencing all because Mappa made the dirty bitch sexy
Incorrect naoya was always sexy
I’d even argue he looks better in the manga
Guys why does the tumblr algorithm hate me
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ || older bf suguru geto pt2
⤥ headcanons (pt1) nsft
➺ Older bf suguru geto hardly genuinely smiled, heartfelt. What was there to smile about in this wretched existence? But seeing you, cheerful about a grade, jumping up and down over your hair, anything so incredibly simple, Suguru couldn’t resist the smile that graced his lips. “Sweet girl, you’re adorable.” It slipped off his tongue easier than anything.
➺ Loves to tell you stories of how he became the monster he was, what led him here and what he’s done, just to see the frightened look on your face. A fright you couldn’t do anything about. “When I realized the removal of all monkeys from the place of our planet would fix what we call.. curses,” He began. “I started with my own parents.” He said solemnly, glaring directly act you to soak in your small gasp. He chuckled softly, eyes shutting for a moment and cupping your jaw. “Does that scare you, sweetheart?” He didn’t need a response, the shiver underneath his touch said enough.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto smiled whenever he was upset or mad too. It was a habit he developed since young, but became useful whenever you acted up infront of people who respect him. “Im so bored, Suguru,” You said with a loud groan, drawing everybody’s attention. He tutted, smiling at you with shut eyes. “Patience, sweet girl.” It shut you up quickly, and nobody understood why.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto could get off just on how infatuated you were with him. The way you held his bicep, glancing up with lovestruck eyes. “Promise you’ll never leave me.” It wasn’t even a question, it was a plea. He hummed, teasing you with anticipation. “Please Suguru,” but he couldn’t resist when those tears appeared! You were a little manipulator. “Yes baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto didn’t mind bratty behavior, but he would make sure you begged for forgiveness. Not through punishment, but how good he made you feel. His long hair was in between your fingers, tugged on as his hips snapped against you roughly. He wasn’t even focused on cumming; Suguru wanted you to say those pretty little syllables. “Sugu— m’so sorry, sorry sorry sorry,” He flicked your temple, indicating the emptiness inside that head of yours.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto just loved corrupting you. You existed solely to please him. How you’d solemnly vow to never hurt another human, a pout on your face, but now you carried a weapon around just in case you needed to help Suguru in any scenario. How you reallyy wanted to wait for marriage, but the thought disappeared as his tongue hit your clit. How you’d judge him for murdering others but now your thighs clenched as he did right before your eyes.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto was never directly mean, he was passive aggressive. “Poor baby, must be hard having nothing inside that brain of yours, huh?” He’d coo. And when you broke something or acted clumsy, he’d sigh. “Is it really so difficult to stay still? Do I need to tie you down, dumb girl?” You were just such a crybaby, and he found it so adorable how you sobbed at his condescending words.
➺ Sometimes your emotions would get the best of you and you’d try to run away. Older bf Suguru Geto would find you with a disapproving gaze. “Pathetic.” He’d mutter out at you. He wouldn’t do anything, simply bring you back and give you the cold shoulder. Till your at his feet, craving his attention once again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” It was messy, childish. The way your tears spilled and you crumbled like a neglected girl who needed her father. “Please stop ignoring me, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!” It almost tugged at his heartstrings, almost. He’d let you cry into his chest on his lap till your eyes were empty, a blank stare.
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ || older bf suguru geto pt2
⤥ headcanons (pt1) nsft
➺ Older bf suguru geto hardly genuinely smiled, heartfelt. What was there to smile about in this wretched existence? But seeing you, cheerful about a grade, jumping up and down over your hair, anything so incredibly simple, Suguru couldn’t resist the smile that graced his lips. “Sweet girl, you’re adorable.” It slipped off his tongue easier than anything.
➺ Loves to tell you stories of how he became the monster he was, what led him here and what he’s done, just to see the frightened look on your face. A fright you couldn’t do anything about. “When I realized the removal of all monkeys from the place of our planet would fix what we call.. curses,” He began. “I started with my own parents.” He said solemnly, glaring directly act you to soak in your small gasp. He chuckled softly, eyes shutting for a moment and cupping your jaw. “Does that scare you, sweetheart?” He didn’t need a response, the shiver underneath his touch said enough.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto smiled whenever he was upset or mad too. It was a habit he developed since young, but became useful whenever you acted up infront of people who respect him. “Im so bored, Suguru,” You said with a loud groan, drawing everybody’s attention. He tutted, smiling at you with shut eyes. “Patience, sweet girl.” It shut you up quickly, and nobody understood why.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto could get off just on how infatuated you were with him. The way you held his bicep, glancing up with lovestruck eyes. “Promise you’ll never leave me.” It wasn’t even a question, it was a plea. He hummed, teasing you with anticipation. “Please Suguru,” but he couldn’t resist when those tears appeared! You were a little manipulator. “Yes baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto didn’t mind bratty behavior, but he would make sure you begged for forgiveness. Not through punishment, but how good he made you feel. His long hair was in between your fingers, tugged on as his hips snapped against you roughly. He wasn’t even focused on cumming; Suguru wanted you to say those pretty little syllables. “Sugu— m’so sorry, sorry sorry sorry,” He flicked your temple, indicating the emptiness inside that head of yours.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto just loved corrupting you. You existed solely to please him. How you’d solemnly vow to never hurt another human, a pout on your face, but now you carried a weapon around just in case you needed to help Suguru in any scenario. How you reallyy wanted to wait for marriage, but the thought disappeared as his tongue hit your clit. How you’d judge him for murdering others but now your thighs clenched as he did right before your eyes.
➺ Older bf Suguru Geto was never directly mean, he was passive aggressive. “Poor baby, must be hard having nothing inside that brain of yours, huh?” He’d coo. And when you broke something or acted clumsy, he’d sigh. “Is it really so difficult to stay still? Do I need to tie you down, dumb girl?” You were just such a crybaby, and he found it so adorable how you sobbed at his condescending words.
➺ Sometimes your emotions would get the best of you and you’d try to run away. Older bf Suguru Geto would find you with a disapproving gaze. “Pathetic.” He’d mutter out at you. He wouldn’t do anything, simply bring you back and give you the cold shoulder. Till you’re at his feet, craving his attention once again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” It was messy, childish. The way your tears spilled and you crumbled like a neglected girl who needed her father. “Please stop ignoring me, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!” It almost tugged at his heartstrings, almost. He’d let you cry into his chest on his lap till your eyes were empty, a blank stare.
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