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[psikuu]

satosugu will always hurt me to my core because i had that exact relationship with my ex bsf but she's geto in this situation and im stupid fucking satoru

i miss u pls come back

[psikuu]

she just fricken texted me out of the blue too this is like when gojo sees geto again for the first time in years in jjk 0

trust everybody is getting dealt with.

[psikuu]

satosugu will always hurt me to my core because i had that exact relationship with my ex bsf but she's geto in this situation and im stupid fucking satoru

i miss u pls come back

[psikuu]

dirrty - sparring with satoru leads to you realising just how much you like him dominating you...

cw: dom!satoru, spanking, mild degradation, slight dacryphilia, choking, creampie, not proof-read

wc: 2k

“kick his ass sensei!”

“yeah, i believe in you!” 

the cheering from your students made you bite back a chuckle as you stood before your husband in the middle of the training field. the two of you had been pushed into an unexpected position — your second years and his first years betting on who would win in a fight.

whilst you were an experienced sorcerer as well — strong and capable with a powerful technique — you couldn’t act like beating your husband was something realistic. not when your husband was satoru gojo. even though he was very clearly going easy on you (neither of you wanted to hurt each other after all) it was impossible to touch him thanks to his infinity, and as much as you were having fun, you wanted to show off a little more in front of your students. he couldn’t have the spotlight all the time after all. 

“c’mon,” you groaned through pants, a small grin still glued to your face because the whole thing really was amusing. “ditch the infinity already you coward.” 

the word hit him like a slap to the face coming from you, and like the masochist he was, his expression exploded into something dangerously amused, six eyes gleaming at you like a predator would lock onto prey, blindfold long discarded. you were putting up a good fight so far, and god was he enjoying himself. 

“coward, huh?” he snorted, releasing his infinity in the same breath and making the other students hold their breath. “fine. let’s do this fist to fist.”

“that means no cursed energy from you either~” 

it was hard to tell who struck first with how fast fists were flying and bodies were moving, your students struggling to keep up with who was doing what. what was clear, however, was how right the two of you were together. where he excelled in brute force and speed, you dominated in stealth and precision, both of you struggling to land punches on each other. 

that was when it happened. 

you didn’t have time to blink as he faked that sweep and instead grabbed you by your collar before you could gloat about dodging such an obvious attack, your body hitting the ground with a thud after being thrown to the ground face first. everyone fell silent at that, watching eagerly as you tried to get up just to be shoved back to the ground again by a large hand on your shoulder blade and his knee beside your hip, trapping you. 

“got you,” he sneered, watching as you squirmed and struggled uselessly beneath him before accepting your fate and falling limp to the ground. “i win.” 

as much as you wanted to say something smart in retaliation, the words died on your tongue the second he pressed you down with just a little more pressure, and suddenly you felt a strange heat fill your stomach. it was weirdly thrilling — both of you panting and sweaty while he practically manhandled you to the ground beneath him. your heart was racing both from the adrenaline of the fight and the thoughts swirling into your mind. he was always such a gentle man with you, so this? this was new. exciting. 

it was something you couldn’t stop thinking about even hours later when you returned home, darting straight to the bedroom to change out of your uniform. you’d been sweating in it after all. it desperately needed to be washed and so did you. 

you weren’t surprised when satoru had entered shortly after you, just as you had peeled off your shirt, revealing your bra to his already hungry eyes. he didn’t say anything at first, just placed his hands on your hips to pull you in for a kiss, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “i’m all sweaty and gross from you pushing me into the ground earlier,” you teased, making him pout.

“you make it sound so cruel,” satoru murmured. “i didn’t push you — i gracefully pinned my gorgeous wife after an epic battle.” he pulled you flush against him again and you scoffed at his words. 

“it was far from graceful. you were crushing me. you’re not exactly light you know.” satoru laughed against your lips at that, a low rumbling sound, before he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip playfully.

“crushing you?” he repeated, feigning horror. “i was gentle! delicate even — like i was handling a flower!” to emphasise his point, he fluttered his lashes at you like he was the picture of innocence itself, his heart fluttering seeing you laugh at his poor attempt at a defence. 

you leaned in to press a quick pick to his lips. “i wasn’t complaining,” you hummed with a smirk that undid him entirely — mischief masking itself behind such a sweet smile like you know exactly what you were doing to him. “is that so?” 

satoru kept his hands on your hips, walking you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you had no choice but to sit, leaning back on your hands as he towered over you, a thick air of tension suddenly filling the room while his eyes bore into yours. 

“if i’m being honest, i actually liked it,” you confessed, watching the way his lips twitched into a wider smirk. just thinking about it all made your stomach pool with heat. the way his big hands held you down…how easily he had overpowered you..that slightly crazed smile when you’d managed to land a punch on him earlier…

he didn’t miss the way your thighs shifted together in an attempt to relieve that familiar ache between them, his cock twitching in his pants at the knowledge that you’d enjoyed (and were most definitely turned on by) him pinning you down. that you liked his strength. naturally it went to his head. both of them 

seeing you like this — cheeks slightly flushed from just the memory alone, both of you still a little hot from earlier, and your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him — he couldn’t hold back anymore, pushing you onto the bed properly while he began lifting his shirt off, throwing it somewhere across the room. “liked it, huh?” his voice was half growl, half teasing lilt, but his eyes were intense, a sign he wasn’t just joking around anymore. the boner he was sporting further affirmed that, brushing against your thigh when he leaned in to press hungry kisses to your jaw, grazing you with his teeth just to hear you make those pretty noises for him. 

his breath was warm against you, fingers reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra so he could feel every inch of you. he lived for the way you whimpered when his lips wrapped around one of your already pebbled nipples, groaning at the salty taste of your skin. if anything it turned him on more. “toru…” your body arched up into his without thinking, breathy and needy. 

“what is it baby? what do you need, hm?” he released your nipple just to meet those eyes of yours staring down at him with raw want. “want it rough…please?” 

and god, how could he say no to a request like that? especially after finding out how much you’d like it earlier when he got a little rough with you. without giving you any form of a warning, he flipped your over onto your stomach, manhandling you so that you were in a prone position with just your ass lifted up a little for him. a gasp left your lips when he tugged your skirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him so he could see your panties, along with the clear wet patch you’d left on them. 

“you sure you can take it?” satoru jeered, a final sort of warning so you couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into asking for this. at your desperate nod he reached for the waistband of those black panties, tugging on them until they ripped off of you, making your breath hitch.

“it’s your funeral~” 

and he really wasn’t joking. 

you hardly knew where you were or even who you were at this point. all you knew was that his hips were ramming into you without mercy, ignoring your whines and the way you were clawing at the sheets beside you. satoru had a hand gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into the plush skin there as he held you down, making you take it while he grunted above you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, keeping your face flat against the mattress where you were already drooling. 

“ah-ah, no running,” he tisked, an almost cruel lilt to his voice when he felt you squirming beneath him. he was pounding into you with a pace so relentless you could hardly form any thoughts, let alone beg him to slow down. “you wanted this didn’t you?” still, you tried to say something. a plea for…well..you didn’t really know what it was you wanted. either way it didn’t matter because the moment you tried lifting your head to talk he had shoved your face right back into the sheets, making you moan. 

“fuck, you’re so filthy,” he groaned, feeling how your walls squeezed him tighter after that. your body alone told him everything. how much you were enjoying this. “you love being treated like this, don’t you? being held down and manhandled..” the broken whine you let out made his hips stutter for a moment, head tipping back with another groan because this was so fucking hot. 

a loud crack filled the room as he let go of your hair to deliver a slap to your ass, an action that made you jerk slightly in surprise, even as another moan was dragged out of you at a second slap. “god, i’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, clearly getting as carried away as you were, a large hand splaying across your lower back, pulling you back against each of his thrusts. 

tears began to fill your eyes from just how good, yet how overwhelming everything felt — his cock stretching you out and hitting the deepest parts of you that only he could reach. each dirty grumble of his as he made you take everything. the desperate need to cum already. “don’t cry baby,” he cooed, but you knew better than to think he was serious. “you can take it. you will.” 

and something about him saying it like that, like he would make sure if it, had you mewling like a stray cat against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric with such force he almost wished you were marking up his back with those nails instead. “gonna fill this pussy up…fuck, you want that right?” 

both hands slid up your back until they reached the back of your neck, wrapping around it with just enough force to keep you pinned down and restrict some of your air flow, but nowhere near enough to really hurt. as much as he was getting off on this power play he didn’t feel like harming his wife. “you’ll take it all for me, won’t you?” 

the noises you were making were sinful as you neared your orgasm, legs shaking slightly as he began to speed up his pace, groans being pulled from his throat more frequently now, and you could tell his orgasm was approaching soon too. a few more strokes was all you needed before you were crying out in pleasure, clamping down around him as you saw white. it was intense and dizzying, hitting you so suddenly and causing your whole body to jerk while satoru continued to grind into you until he found himself cumming too. 

you were too tight, too warm, and with a final, deep thrust he was spilling himself inside of you. filling you up just like he said he would and leaving you lying limply against the bed as you tried to come too. you hadn’t even felt him collapse on top of you until he was peppering kisses down from the back of your neck to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings. 

you were utterly spent and probably close to passing out, but god did you love it.

i love gojo so much idc

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[psikuu]

dirrty - sparring with satoru leads to you realising just how much you like him dominating you...

cw: dom!satoru, spanking, mild degradation, slight dacryphilia, choking, creampie, not proof-read

wc: 2k

“kick his ass sensei!”

“yeah, i believe in you!” 

the cheering from your students made you bite back a chuckle as you stood before your husband in the middle of the training field. the two of you had been pushed into an unexpected position — your second years and his first years betting on who would win in a fight.

whilst you were an experienced sorcerer as well — strong and capable with a powerful technique — you couldn’t act like beating your husband was something realistic. not when your husband was satoru gojo. even though he was very clearly going easy on you (neither of you wanted to hurt each other after all) it was impossible to touch him thanks to his infinity, and as much as you were having fun, you wanted to show off a little more in front of your students. he couldn’t have the spotlight all the time after all. 

“c’mon,” you groaned through pants, a small grin still glued to your face because the whole thing really was amusing. “ditch the infinity already you coward.” 

the word hit him like a slap to the face coming from you, and like the masochist he was, his expression exploded into something dangerously amused, six eyes gleaming at you like a predator would lock onto prey, blindfold long discarded. you were putting up a good fight so far, and god was he enjoying himself. 

“coward, huh?” he snorted, releasing his infinity in the same breath and making the other students hold their breath. “fine. let’s do this fist to fist.”

“that means no cursed energy from you either~” 

it was hard to tell who struck first with how fast fists were flying and bodies were moving, your students struggling to keep up with who was doing what. what was clear, however, was how right the two of you were together. where he excelled in brute force and speed, you dominated in stealth and precision, both of you struggling to land punches on each other. 

that was when it happened. 

you didn’t have time to blink as he faked that sweep and instead grabbed you by your collar before you could gloat about dodging such an obvious attack, your body hitting the ground with a thud after being thrown to the ground face first. everyone fell silent at that, watching eagerly as you tried to get up just to be shoved back to the ground again by a large hand on your shoulder blade and his knee beside your hip, trapping you. 

“got you,” he sneered, watching as you squirmed and struggled uselessly beneath him before accepting your fate and falling limp to the ground. “i win.” 

as much as you wanted to say something smart in retaliation, the words died on your tongue the second he pressed you down with just a little more pressure, and suddenly you felt a strange heat fill your stomach. it was weirdly thrilling — both of you panting and sweaty while he practically manhandled you to the ground beneath him. your heart was racing both from the adrenaline of the fight and the thoughts swirling into your mind. he was always such a gentle man with you, so this? this was new. exciting. 

it was something you couldn’t stop thinking about even hours later when you returned home, darting straight to the bedroom to change out of your uniform. you’d been sweating in it after all. it desperately needed to be washed and so did you. 

you weren’t surprised when satoru had entered shortly after you, just as you had peeled off your shirt, revealing your bra to his already hungry eyes. he didn’t say anything at first, just placed his hands on your hips to pull you in for a kiss, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “i’m all sweaty and gross from you pushing me into the ground earlier,” you teased, making him pout.

“you make it sound so cruel,” satoru murmured. “i didn’t push you — i gracefully pinned my gorgeous wife after an epic battle.” he pulled you flush against him again and you scoffed at his words. 

“it was far from graceful. you were crushing me. you’re not exactly light you know.” satoru laughed against your lips at that, a low rumbling sound, before he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip playfully.

“crushing you?” he repeated, feigning horror. “i was gentle! delicate even — like i was handling a flower!” to emphasise his point, he fluttered his lashes at you like he was the picture of innocence itself, his heart fluttering seeing you laugh at his poor attempt at a defence. 

you leaned in to press a quick pick to his lips. “i wasn’t complaining,” you hummed with a smirk that undid him entirely — mischief masking itself behind such a sweet smile like you know exactly what you were doing to him. “is that so?” 

satoru kept his hands on your hips, walking you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you had no choice but to sit, leaning back on your hands as he towered over you, a thick air of tension suddenly filling the room while his eyes bore into yours. 

“if i’m being honest, i actually liked it,” you confessed, watching the way his lips twitched into a wider smirk. just thinking about it all made your stomach pool with heat. the way his big hands held you down…how easily he had overpowered you..that slightly crazed smile when you’d managed to land a punch on him earlier…

he didn’t miss the way your thighs shifted together in an attempt to relieve that familiar ache between them, his cock twitching in his pants at the knowledge that you’d enjoyed (and were most definitely turned on by) him pinning you down. that you liked his strength. naturally it went to his head. both of them 

seeing you like this — cheeks slightly flushed from just the memory alone, both of you still a little hot from earlier, and your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him — he couldn’t hold back anymore, pushing you onto the bed properly while he began lifting his shirt off, throwing it somewhere across the room. “liked it, huh?” his voice was half growl, half teasing lilt, but his eyes were intense, a sign he wasn’t just joking around anymore. the boner he was sporting further affirmed that, brushing against your thigh when he leaned in to press hungry kisses to your jaw, grazing you with his teeth just to hear you make those pretty noises for him. 

his breath was warm against you, fingers reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra so he could feel every inch of you. he lived for the way you whimpered when his lips wrapped around one of your already pebbled nipples, groaning at the salty taste of your skin. if anything it turned him on more. “toru…” your body arched up into his without thinking, breathy and needy. 

“what is it baby? what do you need, hm?” he released your nipple just to meet those eyes of yours staring down at him with raw want. “want it rough…please?” 

and god, how could he say no to a request like that? especially after finding out how much you’d like it earlier when he got a little rough with you. without giving you any form of a warning, he flipped your over onto your stomach, manhandling you so that you were in a prone position with just your ass lifted up a little for him. a gasp left your lips when he tugged your skirt off, throwing it somewhere behind him so he could see your panties, along with the clear wet patch you’d left on them. 

“you sure you can take it?” satoru jeered, a final sort of warning so you couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into asking for this. at your desperate nod he reached for the waistband of those black panties, tugging on them until they ripped off of you, making your breath hitch.

“it’s your funeral~” 

and he really wasn’t joking. 

you hardly knew where you were or even who you were at this point. all you knew was that his hips were ramming into you without mercy, ignoring your whines and the way you were clawing at the sheets beside you. satoru had a hand gripping your hips tightly, nails digging into the plush skin there as he held you down, making you take it while he grunted above you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, keeping your face flat against the mattress where you were already drooling. 

“ah-ah, no running,” he tisked, an almost cruel lilt to his voice when he felt you squirming beneath him. he was pounding into you with a pace so relentless you could hardly form any thoughts, let alone beg him to slow down. “you wanted this didn’t you?” still, you tried to say something. a plea for…well..you didn’t really know what it was you wanted. either way it didn’t matter because the moment you tried lifting your head to talk he had shoved your face right back into the sheets, making you moan. 

“fuck, you’re so filthy,” he groaned, feeling how your walls squeezed him tighter after that. your body alone told him everything. how much you were enjoying this. “you love being treated like this, don’t you? being held down and manhandled..” the broken whine you let out made his hips stutter for a moment, head tipping back with another groan because this was so fucking hot. 

a loud crack filled the room as he let go of your hair to deliver a slap to your ass, an action that made you jerk slightly in surprise, even as another moan was dragged out of you at a second slap. “god, i’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, clearly getting as carried away as you were, a large hand splaying across your lower back, pulling you back against each of his thrusts. 

tears began to fill your eyes from just how good, yet how overwhelming everything felt — his cock stretching you out and hitting the deepest parts of you that only he could reach. each dirty grumble of his as he made you take everything. the desperate need to cum already. “don’t cry baby,” he cooed, but you knew better than to think he was serious. “you can take it. you will.” 

and something about him saying it like that, like he would make sure if it, had you mewling like a stray cat against the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric with such force he almost wished you were marking up his back with those nails instead. “gonna fill this pussy up…fuck, you want that right?” 

both hands slid up your back until they reached the back of your neck, wrapping around it with just enough force to keep you pinned down and restrict some of your air flow, but nowhere near enough to really hurt. as much as he was getting off on this power play he didn’t feel like harming his wife. “you’ll take it all for me, won’t you?” 

the noises you were making were sinful as you neared your orgasm, legs shaking slightly as he began to speed up his pace, groans being pulled from his throat more frequently now, and you could tell his orgasm was approaching soon too. a few more strokes was all you needed before you were crying out in pleasure, clamping down around him as you saw white. it was intense and dizzying, hitting you so suddenly and causing your whole body to jerk while satoru continued to grind into you until he found himself cumming too. 

you were too tight, too warm, and with a final, deep thrust he was spilling himself inside of you. filling you up just like he said he would and leaving you lying limply against the bed as you tried to come too. you hadn’t even felt him collapse on top of you until he was peppering kisses down from the back of your neck to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings. 

you were utterly spent and probably close to passing out, but god did you love it.

i love gojo so much idc

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[mytwinsung]

゛📀 10 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

thank you @kieangelic for tagging me and omg i’m so sorry it took me a whole week 😭💔 i’ve been crazy busy lately </3 but this looks fun so thank uu!! 🫶

★ last song: youngcreatorcrew - cortis (i’m youngkeukeu girl for life)

★ currently watching: your friends & neighbors !! it’s pretty good, i watch it with my family since im home from uni for the summer

★ current obsession: junk journaling !! i have so many paper scraps and keepsakes i decided a while ago to organize them into a scrapbook type thing, which has been fun

★ currently reading: the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins (hunger games prequel). i’ve read it a million times before but i got inspired to restart the series again <3

★ currently working on: my james apocalypse series “dusk til dawn” !! i’ve got 9 of the 10 parts done and queued, so i’m trying to work on my other drafts and stuff in my limited free time haha

★ currently wearing: a shirt i stole from my brother that’s about 3 sizes too big + worn ass baggy jeans + fuzzy flip flops. having people over tmr and my rooms a mess so this is my midnight cleaning fit </3

★ last google search: “7 leaves menu” (tea/boba place) LMAOO i wanted to take my little brother the other day

★ fav flower: daisies !! they’re so cute and delicate, plus they’re the flower of my birth month and they remind me of my mom <33

no pressure tags (i can’t think of ten lmao) — @perlleta @ikeusnupii @sylvanaconyt

[perlleta]

thank you for the tag sweetheartt this was so fun to do!!

❤︎ last song : REDRED by cortis ( we're twinning )

❤︎ currently watching : nothing tbh...

❤︎ current obsession : lngshot discography specifically training days ep

❤︎ currently reading : again nth I dont really read books

❤︎ currently working on : maknae ver of the enha bf hcs, and my finals ( end me guys )

❤︎ currently wearing : uhh orange tee and grey shorts and the tee lwk matches my hair in the sun so that's cute

❤︎ prolly the world cup match schedule..

❤︎ the lotus flower ugh I love her, AND java cassia or purple hybrid hibiscus maybe ( I can keep going. ) ( yellow elders too )

tagging : @dollyrins @yeokii @gravelocked @laerrebae @akaashiit @kissjoao [ no pressure <3 ]

[laerrebae]

thank you for the tag pearl!!

꣑ৎ last song: smile by deftones

꣑ৎ currently watching: i just finished rewatching anora, but i'm planning to start watching better things

꣑ৎ current obsession: i love love love the baby series, benedetta porcaroli and mikey madison

꣑ৎ currently reading: i'm gatekeeping this one, it's too special :3

꣑ৎ currently working on: that's a secret

꣑ৎ currently wearing: my unicorn pajamas

꣑ৎ last google search: “internet archive”

꣑ৎ fav flower: lotus (i'm literally ren), peony, and chinese hibiscus

npt: @gravelocked @kenyudotcom / @midnightaz @strxwberrycreampuff @ivytheweeaboo + any1 else

[strxwberrycreampuff]

ty for the tag rennie!!!

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ last song: I Don’t Smoke by Mitski

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently watching: Beware the Gonzo

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ current obsession: Kevin Khatchadourian and Shinobu Kocho

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently reading: nothing

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently working on: stalker Kevin

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ currently wearing: a tank top and shorts

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ last google search: stopkosa.com

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚ fav flower: lily of the valley

tags: @1toshisaelvrrr @bluelocklvrrr @yukonoo

@x3nafix @bewitched-pearl + anybody else!

[bewitched-pearl]

TY TY BAILEY 🩷🩷

— ᨳଓ last song: trouble maker by trouble maker

— ᨳଓ currently (re)watching: all the sailor moon animes + movies

— ᨳଓ current obsession: the legend of korra and sailor moon

— ᨳଓ currently (re)reading: sailor moon mangas

— ᨳଓ currently working on: requests and a few Haruka Tenoh fics (Haruka I love you)

— ᨳଓ currently wearing: nine inch nails concert tee and MIT pajama pants that are my gf’s

— ᨳଓ last google search: phlur.com (favorite fragrance website)

— ᨳଓ favorite flower: orchids

no pressure tags: @obsessedhoneycomb @c4sings6 @talesofesther @moviecritc @dearbaes @ie4ri

[moviecritc]

thanks for the tag syd-chan mwah mwah mwah

಄ last song: boa by megan thee stallion

಄ currently watching: naruto shippuden

಄ currently working on: two requests, one of mikasa and one of kirara hoshi<3

಄ currently wearing: ugly snoopy pyjamas why do you want to know

಄ last google search: wordreference dot com

಄ favorite flowers: lilies, specifically the orange ones

tagsss (no pressure ofc): @tokkushin @thenewing @hangenism @swamelon @irisgrrl

[swamelon]

thank you for the tag nora <33

— last song: back & forth by aaliyah

— currently watching: gachiakuta (i only watched 5 episodes and then stopped. i have to pick it up again).

— currently working on: like 6 request and my 1k follower fic

— currently wearing: my gf's pink floyd shirt and sweatpants

— last google search: honey lemon tea recipe (im sick 👎🏽)

— favorite flowers: blue roses :)

no pressure tags <3: @psikuu @dearjotaro @sodxdrugz @lywhi @podkadottie @theshatteredstar @meringuedete

[psikuu]

so fricken late but i wanted to do this cause it's fun, thank u for the tag syd 🥹

last song: national anthem by lana del ray ofc

currently watching: alice in borderland, it's so so good i do recommend

currently working on: a lot. right now my main focus is finishing that damn ao3 chapter

currently wearing: a hello kitty top and random pyjama shorts LMAO

last google search: recent medical news (such an npc search ik..)

favourite flowers: red roses, they're basic but i've always loved them, but i also really love lotus flowers :))

i lowkey don't know who to add cause i get too shy to talk to people online so anyone can feel free to just do it if u want LMAO

[psikuu]

GUYS!!

sorry slow updates again. i know i keep apologising for this same thing, and it's annoying me too, but i keep falling unwell a lot recently and i haven't gotten more than 4 hours of sleep for a while. i don't wanna vent or go into details cause there's a lot in my personal life that might be triggering it like stress and my eating habits but just know that uploads will definitely be very slow until i feel a little better again. maybe this is the price i pay for celebrating the fact that i wasn't sick at all this winter...i'll never brag again. i'll still be checking stuff online and i have so many ideas i wanna write about cause i really enjoy writing on here, but unfortunately as my friend said, i 'have the immune system of an asparagus' so it'll have to wait.

thank you for reading all this yap if you did :))

[tojitulip]

we got a dog! wait wdym it’s ugly?

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a/n: i couldn’t help myself and snuck in me and my sisters dogs 😭 ours are margo, taro and tsukki all other photos found on pinterest 🙂‍↕️ thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β

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this genuinely had me pissing myself

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⠀࿁ 𑄹 ˙ ͏ giving josuke a pussyjob!!

the room smelled faintly of whatever floral perfume josuke had burning on his shelf, the light from the flame, along with the tv, casting a soft glow over the two of you in the otherwise dark room. 

the two of you had agreed to take things slow initially. it was the first real relationship either of you had been in, and you didn’t wanna rush into things. but it was hard to keep your hands off of each other sometimes, especially when the lights were low and you were so close to him on the bed that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. did he have to ditch the shirt tonight? it wasn’t making things easy for you. 

it really wasn’t a surprise to either of you when you’d found yourselves making out. it was the furthest you’d gone so far, lips moving desperately against each other — josuke occupying your bottom lip and dragging his tongue along it in that teasing way that had you dizzy with need. he groaned when you’d opened your mouth just a little wider for him to slip his tongue inside, sweeping over your own as he deepened the kiss. 

clearly he was as affected as you were, judging by the breathy noises building up in his throat with every nip you delivered to his lips. when you finally pulled back your breath caught at way his cheeks flushed as he looked at you with something akin to drunkenness. his lips glossy, swollen and parted just enough for you to pull him right back into the kiss if you wanted. 

but as tempting as that was, you wanted more. 

josuke gasped involuntarily when he felt your hand trail down his abs, already burning up with the rest of his body, until they reached the waistband of his shorts, his eyes darting to yours with both anticipation and hesitance. “w–woah,” he cleared his throat, embarrassed as his voice came out all broken. “we…i haven’t got any condoms.” 

the shake of your head silenced him, your lips pressing a reassuring kiss to his jaw to calm both him and yourself. as confident as you were acting, you weren’t really all that sure about what you were doing either, but your body was practically shaking with need, so much so that you didn’t really care about anything else. “don’t need it,” you murmur, already making work of tugging down both his shorts and his boxers. “trust me.” 

your panties were gone just as fast and you soon found yourself straddling his lap, or more directly, his dick. he was sprawled out on the mattress while it lay flat on his body, the tip leaking embarrassing amounts of pre that was sticking to the skin below his navel. meanwhile, he was trying his best to bite back his moans as you rocked your hips back and forth, your pussy coating his cock and throbbing against him, desperate to have him inside but knowing better than that.

“fuck—you’re so wet..” he husked, looking down at where your bodies met, and he really shouldn’t have done that because it only made his cock twitch more. everything was so wet — your slick sliding against him, the way it would stick to the head of his cock each time you rolled your hips back, the mess he was making on himself…

he was worried he’d cum too soon if he looked at it any longer, so naturally his eyes gravitated up to your face. that was his second mistake. seeing you panting above him, faced flushed like you were shy despite your earlier confidence? the way you bit your lip to hold back any more whimpers? he was done for. 

a groan escaped his lips, a noise so strangled it could have easily been mistaken as a whine of need, and honestly, it could have been with the way his hips jerked, causing you to gasp. “feels so good,” josuke croaked, jolting when your thumb brushed against his already leaking slit, spreading the liquid around the tip of his cock while he arched his back, already seeing stars. “if you ngh! — if you do that..’m gonna c-cum…” 

naturally, you didn’t stop, even if he was worried about cumming first. rather, you leaned forward until your chest was pressing against his, licking a stripe up his neck that might have been considered playful if you weren’t moving your hips so feverishly. “do it,” you whispered, a gentle bite right below his ear that made him squirm. “cum for me josuke…it’s okay.”

your palm was fully wrapped around his tip now, enveloping it and rubbing it at just the right pace, enough to push him over the edge. no matter how hard he tried to hold it back, to wait for you to finish too, it was all in vain the second you said his name so softly into his ear like that. 

he was cumming before he knew it, hands flying to your hips automatically while your name was ripped from his throat in pleasure at the intensity of it all. you slowed your movements down until you were perfectly still on top of him, letting him pepper your face in grateful kisses as he came down from his high, another hand stroking your hair. “god i love you,” he huffed, going completely limp for a moment. “so much…” despite your ongoing need, you settled down on top of him now, letting his arms cage you against his chest while he regained some of his breath. you could cum another time anyway, right? he seemed too tired. 

burying your face into the crook of his neck, your eyes fluttered shut, just breathing him in. the scent of sweat mixed with whatever hair product he still had in was comforting. clean and fresh despite the mess he’d made on himself. he pressed a final kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you properly, a small grin tugging at his lips. 

“my turn now.”

a/n: very short ik TT tbh i kinda hate this but oh well

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started writing this lil josuke drabble earlier!!

it's been 8 hours later and somehow i've managed to research and write about sexual and fecundity selection in mammals and insects instead.

so anyway i've written an intro to that josuke drabble!

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SUB DIEGO OUGHH your Diego fics make me feel emotions that nobody else could ever recreate 😛😛😛😛😛😛 bless you and your mama for making you

this made me giggle thank u so much boi 🥹

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all your sub diego fics are a DELICACY hes so yummy 🤤🤤🤤

THANK YOU SO MUCH

i freaking love him he's so cute cute 😫

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nah idc croatia was robbed. that ball did NOT touch his head and they had 0 proof that it did.

plus, even if pasalic was offside, they allowed it in the england vs croatia game bcs it didn't affect the goal, so why would it be different now??

call me a conspiracy theorist if u please, but i just KNOW this is so that they can have argentina vs portugal cause it's supposed to be both messi and ronaldo's last wcs.

i dunno...it's just kinda fishy to me.....

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pt3 of this - enemy!diego x reader

cw: sub!diego, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), anal fingering, pegging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, diego is a whiny brat, reader is kinda mean, mild degradation, gn!reader, but kinda leans more fem with this one

pt 1, pt 2

clearly hiding from you wasn’t working out for him, though after everything you’d done to him? did he even want to hide? 

if anything, diego found himself lingering in your space more frequently — riding at the same time as you, ‘casually’ running into you on the streets, trying his hardest to say something else that’d tick you off because as much as he denied it. told himself he hated you. that he regretted whatever had gone on between you both. 

you both knew he was addicted. 

so it was no surprise that after some stupid race in which he marched up to your door to accuse you of cheating (he came second and wasn’t taking it well), he was under you again. 

try as he might, diego found it near impossible to keep his voice down when your lips were wrapped so perfectly around his dick. your mouth was just so warm and welcoming, and when he heard the small noise you made when his tip hit the back of your throat? 

how could he not groan in pleasure? 

“s-so good…” his voice came out a little hoarse, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair in an attempt to ground himself until your hand had come up to swat it away, your noise of protest vibrating around his cock and sending chills up his spine. “shit—sorry.” 

it was embarrassing how quickly he had learnt his place. just a couple of weeks ago he’d curse you out for the smallest of things, and while yeah, he still was a brat — he found himself apologising when you got him like this, which meant something, didn’t it? 

he was in utter bliss right now, head thrown back against your pillow, eyes half lidded as they forced themselves down to watch you between his legs. your head bobbing up and down, cheeks hollowing just to hear him choke on his own breath. he hated to say it — but you were so hot. 

feeling his balls tighten slightly, he allowed himself to relax now that he was nearing his orgasm, eyes closing fully now as he let out a shaky breath of pleasure. unaware. painfully oblivious to the idea that had formed in your mind until you had pulled off with a small gasp of air, leaving him twitching with need and feeling colder than ever without the heat of your mouth on him. 

but before he could complain, your hand was around him, stroking him to make up for it and he assumed you were just getting your breath. he felt a little smug really. you probably couldn’t handle him, could you? he’d take pity on you though. you were clearly making up for it. had you started warming up to him too? 

he was too far into his delusions to notice you lubing up your finger with your own saliva, totally clueless until suddenly, there was a wet sensation circling his asshole. diego jolted at the foreign sensation, scrambling up onto his forearms to find you smiling up at him like this was entertainment to you. your finger started to apply more pressure as it rubbed his hole.

“the hell are you—” he tried to argue, but your finger was already sinking itself inside, stretching him open slowly and all he could do was gasp, his own fingers immediately grabbing onto the sheets beside him. 

it was all so unfamiliar, and even though it was just a finger, it stung. painful. delicious. before he knew it he was whining out, a sound that could be mistaken for a stray cat, and he looked the part too with the way his back arched up off the bed when your finger started pumping a steady rhythm. 

the more you pushed it in and out, the better it felt — pain blending into satisfaction as pleasure took over and your finger found his prostate. “angh– ohmygod–” you had to chuckle at the way his hips jerked when you hit that spongy spot, and you knew you found it right away. “feel good, brando?” you hummed innocently, as if you didn't have him completely at your mercy. “should I add another? you can take it, can’t you?” 

without waiting for a response, a second finger pushed itself in, stretching him out even wider which again, stung, but was more manageable thanks to the way your fingers were massaging his insides. thrashing around helplessly on the bed, all he could do was whine and groan as he felt himself approaching his orgasm. it was all so new, so dizzying, he could hardly register when it came — a silent scream while he came, his release coating his own stomach and you felt him clench down around you. 

“that’s it,” you grinned, deciding to be a little nice and press a comforting kiss to the inside of his thigh, and then another to calm him down. “did a good job f’me.” diego lay there boneless as you stood up, clearly looking for something while he let himself rest after such an intense orgasm. 

he didn’t realise you’d come back with a fucking dildo strapped to you and a bottle of lube in your hand. 

“y-you can’t be serious?” he looked astounded. in total utter disbelief that you seriously wanted to do that. but weirdly enough? he felt…almost intrigued. that was the hardest he’d ever cum in his whole life. what if it was with something bigger this time? 

“get on all fours and find out,” was the reply you gave him, eyes glued to his still trembling frame as he got himself onto his hands and his knees. a very much audible swallow could be heard in his throat when the bed shifted under your weight as you joined him. it was intimidating. the waiting. not knowing when you’d choose to put it in. how it’d feel. the pain. yet he also craved that part. 

you squirted some of the lube onto your strap first, coating it well so it wouldn’t hurt him too badly when you were finally inside, and then you moved to his ass, the cold sensation making his breath hitch and his hairs stand as you rubbed it in, your fingers dipping in again until you knew he was slick enough. 

a hand placed itself onto his hip to steady you both, the other resting on his lower back, pushing it down just enough to get him into a comfortable arch until finally, he felt it. the cold, silicone tip slowly inching in, pushing past that tight muscle of resistance with more struggle than your fingers had. 

“fuck!” he hissed as he struggled to accommodate it. “won’t fit. it’s too much–” yet his complaints were silenced by the strained moan that accompanied the sensation of the toy’s tip finally pushing through. aching yet so fucking good. like a reward for his efforts, the silicone numbing his brain and killing any thoughts he had. 

“there we go,” you cooed in mock sympathy, a tone that you knew would have his cock spurting out droplets of pre that made its way onto the sheets below him. you’d clean that up another time. “deep breaths.” 

the rest of the stretch was overwhelming but satisfying, your strap filling him completely until he was barely managing to hold himself up, his forearms keeping him from faceplanting the bed now, and god was he holding on for dear life, especially when you started to move, shallow thrusts at first becoming gradually harder and deeper.

diego was a mess. 

within no time he had his cheek up against the soft pillow beneath him, the only source of comfort he seemed to have as you drove into him so ruthlessly. he was drooling against it too, hoping you wouldn’t (would) punish him for making such a mess later, but then again, it wasn’t like it was his fault when you were the one doing this to him. you’d left him a pathetic, whining mess.

he could feel his eyes prickling with tears the closer he got, the veins on his hands practically bulging from the intense grip he hand on the sheets, clawing at them desperately to no avail. “you trying to run from it, brando?” 

that wicked tone. that smug little hum that told him you were going to make him suffer even more just to feed your own ego or give you a kick out of watching him like this. his cock wouldn’t stop twitching at it either. how you were getting off on this too. at seeing him look so weak. it made his stomach coil. 

and fuck with him you did because suddenly you pulled out until just the tip was left and halted your movements, leaving him to mewl in desperation because you were leaving him hanging again, and his hole stung even more now that you’d stopped stimulating it. “why’re you crying now?” you scoffed. you were so cruel it made his tip leak even more beneath him. “you still want more?” 

he nodded faster than he ever had before, tears threatening to spill now from how overwhelming everything felt — the heat on his skin, how hard he felt, the aching emptiness of his ass — but most of all, the frustration of being denied release for the second time tonight. 

“then work for it.” 

a loud, broken moan tore from his throat as he pushed his hips back onto the strap, his legs feeling weak and unstable, but he couldn’t dare stop. not when he was so close. when he needed it so badly. a tear fell onto his cheek as did his best to find some relief while resisting the urge to squirm away or collapse. 

feeling a little sympathetic now, you decided to give him what he needed, hips meeting his again as you matched his pace with rough thrusts until he was all breathy and out of it again, face dropping flat against your pillow now, muffling some of his panting and crying. until one more thrust pushed him over the edge and he practically choked out a scream from the strength of his orgasm crashing over him. 

his cock jerked, weakly spurting out semen onto your bed that you were sure to lecture him about eventually. for now you were too focused on how he collapsed the moment you pulled out, legs twitching uselessly as he groaned faintly. 

“cumming untouched, huh?” you snorted, an attempt to make another jab, but when you got no response, your brow furrowed. you nudged him once. then one more time when he didn’t budge. 

he actually fell asleep this time.

guysguysguys how are we feeling about this??

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pt3 of this - enemy!diego x reader

cw: sub!diego, dom!reader, oral (m receiving), anal fingering, pegging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, diego is a whiny brat, reader is kinda mean, mild degradation, gn!reader, but kinda leans more fem with this one

pt 1, pt 2

clearly hiding from you wasn’t working out for him, though after everything you’d done to him? did he even want to hide? 

if anything, diego found himself lingering in your space more frequently — riding at the same time as you, ‘casually’ running into you on the streets, trying his hardest to say something else that’d tick you off because as much as he denied it. told himself he hated you. that he regretted whatever had gone on between you both. 

you both knew he was addicted. 

so it was no surprise that after some stupid race in which he marched up to your door to accuse you of cheating (he came second and wasn’t taking it well), he was under you again. 

try as he might, diego found it near impossible to keep his voice down when your lips were wrapped so perfectly around his dick. your mouth was just so warm and welcoming, and when he heard the small noise you made when his tip hit the back of your throat? 

how could he not groan in pleasure? 

“s-so good…” his voice came out a little hoarse, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair in an attempt to ground himself until your hand had come up to swat it away, your noise of protest vibrating around his cock and sending chills up his spine. “shit—sorry.” 

it was embarrassing how quickly he had learnt his place. just a couple of weeks ago he’d curse you out for the smallest of things, and while yeah, he still was a brat — he found himself apologising when you got him like this, which meant something, didn’t it? 

he was in utter bliss right now, head thrown back against your pillow, eyes half lidded as they forced themselves down to watch you between his legs. your head bobbing up and down, cheeks hollowing just to hear him choke on his own breath. he hated to say it — but you were so hot. 

feeling his balls tighten slightly, he allowed himself to relax now that he was nearing his orgasm, eyes closing fully now as he let out a shaky breath of pleasure. unaware. painfully oblivious to the idea that had formed in your mind until you had pulled off with a small gasp of air, leaving him twitching with need and feeling colder than ever without the heat of your mouth on him. 

but before he could complain, your hand was around him, stroking him to make up for it and he assumed you were just getting your breath. he felt a little smug really. you probably couldn’t handle him, could you? he’d take pity on you though. you were clearly making up for it. had you started warming up to him too? 

he was too far into his delusions to notice you lubing up your finger with your own saliva, totally clueless until suddenly, there was a wet sensation circling his asshole. diego jolted at the foreign sensation, scrambling up onto his forearms to find you smiling up at him like this was entertainment to you. your finger started to apply more pressure as it rubbed his hole.

“the hell are you—” he tried to argue, but your finger was already sinking itself inside, stretching him open slowly and all he could do was gasp, his own fingers immediately grabbing onto the sheets beside him. 

it was all so unfamiliar, and even though it was just a finger, it stung. painful. delicious. before he knew it he was whining out, a sound that could be mistaken for a stray cat, and he looked the part too with the way his back arched up off the bed when your finger started pumping a steady rhythm. 

the more you pushed it in and out, the better it felt — pain blending into satisfaction as pleasure took over and your finger found his prostate. “angh– ohmygod–” you had to chuckle at the way his hips jerked when you hit that spongy spot, and you knew you found it right away. “feel good, brando?” you hummed innocently, as if you didn't have him completely at your mercy. “should I add another? you can take it, can’t you?” 

without waiting for a response, a second finger pushed itself in, stretching him out even wider which again, stung, but was more manageable thanks to the way your fingers were massaging his insides. thrashing around helplessly on the bed, all he could do was whine and groan as he felt himself approaching his orgasm. it was all so new, so dizzying, he could hardly register when it came — a silent scream while he came, his release coating his own stomach and you felt him clench down around you. 

“that’s it,” you grinned, deciding to be a little nice and press a comforting kiss to the inside of his thigh, and then another to calm him down. “did a good job f’me.” diego lay there boneless as you stood up, clearly looking for something while he let himself rest after such an intense orgasm. 

he didn’t realise you’d come back with a fucking dildo strapped to you and a bottle of lube in your hand. 

“y-you can’t be serious?” he looked astounded. in total utter disbelief that you seriously wanted to do that. but weirdly enough? he felt…almost intrigued. that was the hardest he’d ever cum in his whole life. what if it was with something bigger this time? 

“get on all fours and find out,” was the reply you gave him, eyes glued to his still trembling frame as he got himself onto his hands and his knees. a very much audible swallow could be heard in his throat when the bed shifted under your weight as you joined him. it was intimidating. the waiting. not knowing when you’d choose to put it in. how it’d feel. the pain. yet he also craved that part. 

you squirted some of the lube onto your strap first, coating it well so it wouldn’t hurt him too badly when you were finally inside, and then you moved to his ass, the cold sensation making his breath hitch and his hairs stand as you rubbed it in, your fingers dipping in again until you knew he was slick enough. 

a hand placed itself onto his hip to steady you both, the other resting on his lower back, pushing it down just enough to get him into a comfortable arch until finally, he felt it. the cold, silicone tip slowly inching in, pushing past that tight muscle of resistance with more struggle than your fingers had. 

“fuck!” he hissed as he struggled to accommodate it. “won’t fit. it’s too much–” yet his complaints were silenced by the strained moan that accompanied the sensation of the toy’s tip finally pushing through. aching yet so fucking good. like a reward for his efforts, the silicone numbing his brain and killing any thoughts he had. 

“there we go,” you cooed in mock sympathy, a tone that you knew would have his cock spurting out droplets of pre that made its way onto the sheets below him. you’d clean that up another time. “deep breaths.” 

the rest of the stretch was overwhelming but satisfying, your strap filling him completely until he was barely managing to hold himself up, his forearms keeping him from faceplanting the bed now, and god was he holding on for dear life, especially when you started to move, shallow thrusts at first becoming gradually harder and deeper.

diego was a mess. 

within no time he had his cheek up against the soft pillow beneath him, the only source of comfort he seemed to have as you drove into him so ruthlessly. he was drooling against it too, hoping you wouldn’t (would) punish him for making such a mess later, but then again, it wasn’t like it was his fault when you were the one doing this to him. you’d left him a pathetic, whining mess.

he could feel his eyes prickling with tears the closer he got, the veins on his hands practically bulging from the intense grip he hand on the sheets, clawing at them desperately to no avail. “you trying to run from it, brando?” 

that wicked tone. that smug little hum that told him you were going to make him suffer even more just to feed your own ego or give you a kick out of watching him like this. his cock wouldn’t stop twitching at it either. how you were getting off on this too. at seeing him look so weak. it made his stomach coil. 

and fuck with him you did because suddenly you pulled out until just the tip was left and halted your movements, leaving him to mewl in desperation because you were leaving him hanging again, and his hole stung even more now that you’d stopped stimulating it. “why’re you crying now?” you scoffed. you were so cruel it made his tip leak even more beneath him. “you still want more?” 

he nodded faster than he ever had before, tears threatening to spill now from how overwhelming everything felt — the heat on his skin, how hard he felt, the aching emptiness of his ass — but most of all, the frustration of being denied release for the second time tonight. 

“then work for it.” 

a loud, broken moan tore from his throat as he pushed his hips back onto the strap, his legs feeling weak and unstable, but he couldn’t dare stop. not when he was so close. when he needed it so badly. a tear fell onto his cheek as did his best to find some relief while resisting the urge to squirm away or collapse. 

feeling a little sympathetic now, you decided to give him what he needed, hips meeting his again as you matched his pace with rough thrusts until he was all breathy and out of it again, face dropping flat against your pillow now, muffling some of his panting and crying. until one more thrust pushed him over the edge and he practically choked out a scream from the strength of his orgasm crashing over him. 

his cock jerked, weakly spurting out semen onto your bed that you were sure to lecture him about eventually. for now you were too focused on how he collapsed the moment you pulled out, legs twitching uselessly as he groaned faintly. 

“cumming untouched, huh?” you snorted, an attempt to make another jab, but when you got no response, your brow furrowed. you nudged him once. then one more time when he didn’t budge. 

he actually fell asleep this time.

guysguysguys how are we feeling about this??

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OKAY… I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

here are some ideas for yor next Diego one🤔🤔

1). blowjob + sticking a finger up his butt

2). PEGGING HIM❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

3). letting him do some of the work(if ykyk)

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i love u so much this is the reason i was put on this earth. to fulfil this. just know i'm formatting the post RNNNNN!!

here here here 🥹🫶

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pt2 of this - enemy!diego x reader

cw: sub!diego, dom!reader, reader is kinda mean, degradation, semi-public, hand-jobs, humiliation, use of 'good boy'

it had been just over two weeks since you last saw him. apparently he was serious about never wanting to speak to you again because it was like he had disappeared from the face of the earth ever since that day. honestly it was somewhat off-putting how peaceful things were without his constant remarks and his pompous attitude, but it wasn’t like you were complaining. it was nice to finally be able to go somewhere like your usual training spot without being forced to watch him prance around like he was god’s gift to the world. 

emphasis on the ‘was’ because unfortunately you had decided to go training a little earlier than usual, and while all was going fine, you realised you’d left your water in what was supposed to be the empty stable. it was pretty late in the day already and nobody else was there but you, originally. when you stepped inside, however, you paused at the sight of that familiar head of blond hair. 

“diego?” you murmured his name by instinct, in a state of genuine surprise that you couldn't contain after seeing him just show up out of thin air again, and it seemed like that shock was reciprocated by the slight jump of his body. “what’re you doing here?” 

“I–I left my gloves here this morning,” he hissed, his aggression abnormal even for his usual stuck-up self, but he really had no idea how to behave around you anymore. before he could make fun of you. tease you and stick out his foot to watch you fall flat on your face so he could laugh even more. now things were different. how could you make fun of someone after you came from their foot alone? through your clothes no less… 

“no need to be snappy,” you found yourself scoffing. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were somewhat pleased with his sudden change in attitude. how his cheeks were visibly growing pink from the sight of you alone. how he avoided looking your way. it became hard for you to bite back a grin seeing him so squirmish. 

diego visibly flinch with each step you took towards him, backing up to the wall dramatically as if seeing some wild animal instead of you. “stay away from me, would you?” a waver in his tone that he just couldn’t hide. “said i didn’t wanna see you again…” 

naturally, you didn’t listen. 

just to piss him off a little you had continued backing him up against the wooden surface until you were mere inches from each other, face-to-face this time which allowed you to see just how heavily his chest was rising and falling, and how his pupils dilated in a way that both begged for mercy yet pleaded for contact. if you listened close enough you were sure you could almost hear the way his heart pounded, but the sound was hidden by the hitch in his breath once you had lifted a finger to his chin to make him face you properly. 

“c’mon, don’t be so shy,” payback, you think, as you say the phrase with that teasing lilt he’d always use on you. your hand moved up to run your fingers through his hair and he fought to keep his eyes from fluttering closed at the sensation of that alone. “just how many days ago you were humping my—” 

“don’t.” diego groaned through clenched teeth, his own hand reaching up to wrap around your wrist and stop you from moving it anymore, but you also noticed he hadn’t made any attempt to push you away despite his grip. “i thought i said—” 

“think whatever you want, but you’re leaning into my hand like a dog.” realising he was, in fact, leaning into the very palm he had stopped without realising, diego had attempted to pull his head back until you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it back, making him whimper rather than hiss like he had hoped. “you’re sensitive too.”

he had to wince at how you chuckled over his reaction, the sound, humiliating as it was, making something in his stomach flip in a way that had him dreading what was to come. maybe this was his karma for being so arrogant all the time. 

“where else are you sensitive, hm?” the other one of those damned hands he had been fantasizing about for the past few weeks began trailing down his body until they reached his chest, thumb rubbing lightly over one of his nipples through his shirts. god, he had been imagining them doing the same thing since that stupid day. picturing how you’d tease him and play with him while whispering filthy things into his ear.

blue eyes squeezed shut as you toyed with the one nipple, a curse falling from his mouth and he was oh so weak at your touch it was ridiculous. “here, huh?” you purred, and he swore his pants had never felt tighter. it was mortifying how short a time it took for his dick to start straining against its confines, but here he was. “where else do you want me to touch you?”

his teeth sank into his lips with each cruel second he felt your hand inch down to his belt, tugging on it just enough to have him sighing, but not touching nearly enough for him to get any real pleasure from the act. stubborn as ever though, he refused to ask for anything, which only resulted in you tugging your hand away. “nothing, hm?” 

the noise that this man had let out at the loss of your touch was so pornographic it almost made you blush, the sound going straight to your own stomach. “nonono, want more, just—” he was panting already and you had hardly done anything. it was so obvious he had been imagining another moment like this for so long that it could have been cute if it was anyone else. “please don’t make me beg. please?” 

“still not answering my question…” 

“my dick— please touch it…” diego whined, hips grinding uselessly into thin air in hopes that maybe you’d have some sort of pity on him and just do something about the throbbing. “god, it hurts..” the wicked smile that had crept into your face wasn’t helping him in any way, but he didn’t have much time to be any more self-conscious than he already was when the sound of a belt buckle coming undone was ringing through his ears. 

“fuck, look at you…” 

the groan that escaped him was obscene once his cock was finally freed, and god was it a sight. his tip was unbelievably flushed — bright and angry and already leaking pre from its slit. not only that but he was twitching like he’d never been touched before, so turned on that even the sudden cool air around him skin felt so fucking relieving. “did you miss me or something?” your voice hummed. “or are you just that desperate?” 

“i hate you so much—” he cut himself off with the deepest gasp you’d heard the second your hand wrapped around his base, twisting slowly as you gave him a few slow strokes. “oh, that’s—shit...” his abs flexed with each lazy stroke of your hand you were giving him, and he looked worn out already, slumped against the wall like he’d topple over otherwise from how weak his knees felt at the sudden friction. you couldn't let him off that easy after everything though, right?

“you like that, don’t you?” your tone almost mocking as you stop stroking him to thumb at his tip in slow, circular motions, which causes him to moan in such a filthy way you’re surprised it came from a man. that was when you switched to simply rubbing your thumb back and forth along his slit, pre-cum gathering in copious amounts making the glide much easier and much wetter, and diego lost it. 

hips bucking like some kind of animal he let out a series of broken pants and whimpers, head lolling off to the side while you just laughed at him. “can’t—too much! oh my..’s too..” he was babbling nonsense, one hand scraping desperately at the wall behind him while the other tried hard to free himself from you. “hold still you freak—” another groan tore from his lips, giving up his writhing to instead bury his face into your shoulder like it would do anything to lessen both the pressure and the sheer humiliation of his needy reactions. 

“really are pathetic,” you cooed in that falsely comforting tone that still had him bracing himself with a hand on your shoulder that also served to keep you close to him — only so that he could keep his face hidden there, of course. he sighed in relief when you went back to tending to the rest of his cock again, this time working at a faster pace, but it just wasn’t enough for him. once you felt his hips thrust into your tight, warm fist you scoffed, more so from amusement than anything else. “insatiable…” you muttered into his ear, the disdain in your voice making his cock throb in your now tighter grip, leaving him a mewling mess against you and you swore you could feel him drooling too. or maybe those were tears? maybe both. hopefully both. 

“feels so—sososo good..” he panted, nails digging into your other shoulder as he pulled you further against him, unwilling to move even an inch from the warmth of your body. “gonna c-cum…” 

nipping at the tip of his ear to hear him gasp again, your free hand ran through his golden head of hair again as he rammed his pelvis against your fist in pure, vulgar desperation as his arousal threatened to spill over him. “yeah? and why should i let you, hmmm?” 

again with these irritating questions. he’d strangle you if he could, but right now wasn’t the time to start complaining when he knew you could take away his pleasure in an instant. instead he simply forced out an answer he knew you’d praise him for. “i’ve been good..been such a good boy…come on..” 

bratty, sure. but if hearing diego brando refer to himself as a good boy didn’t make you cackle…

“i suppose you have…” your tone suggested contemplation which he really didn’t have time for right now, his release too close to hold off any longer without ruining it. “i have! i have—please just let me cum!” 

the moment you gave him the green light with a nod of your head he pulled back and drove his hips into your fist with another two hard thrusts before his hips stuttered and he was shaking in pleasure. a weak groan fell from his lips as he came in spurts into your hand, his nose nudging against your neck while he tried to process his orgasm without passing out from just how hard he’d come again. “thank you..thank you thank–hahh..” 

silence aside from his heavy breathing in the barn, his dick still out and half-hard and your hand covered in his cum that you wiped against his pants because you weren’t dirtying your own. there was no retaliation from him, instead more of his weight was pressing into you and…

“you better not fucking fall asleep.”

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