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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@sasuke-slut
yuji itadori doesn't realise how jacked he is <3
is it normal to have the urge to bite your boyfriend every time his shirt lifts just enoguh to have a peek at his abs? probably not — but it's like you couldn't stop your brain from doing so.
you and yuji were dating for quite some time — he was always well built, but as time passed his muscles got more defined, the outline visible even thorugh loose shirts. but it wasn't only his arms — his legs were just as strong, his shorts hugging his thick thighs perfectly.
it got to the point were it wasn't just a small change, but something so obvious, impossible to ignore. wether he was hugging you, thick arms wrapping strongly around your waist, basically covering the whole area — or sleeping with him, his whole body covering yours if he laid on top of you.
and the worst part? he doesn't even realise — he just thinks it's something normal for you to be all over him all the time, since that's how he is with you.
but for you? it's literally something that's affecting your normal day to day life. getting distracted while studying because he's sprawled out on your bed without a shirt on, abs on full display. cooking and he hugs you from behind, body pressed against yours? you forget what you were even cooking at this point.
the final push? you were on the couch in your apartment scrolling on your phone when the front door unlocked — you didn't need to look up to know it was yuji, coming home from the gym.
"i'm home babe." you finally look up and the moment you do, your breath catches. he was still out of breath, skin glistening with sweat, voice out of breath like he ran all the way.
your eyes trail down, and the sight makes you press your legs together — his white shirt was now see through, sticking to his skin and exposing his well chiseled chest.
face warming at the sight, you lift your eyes to meet his gaze. "oh my god were you out like that?"
his smile falters a little at your bewildered expression, brows furrowing like he didn't quite get what was wrong.
"what do you mean? it's a normal gym outfit is it not? you know i always wear this."
"normal? yuji baby, you're basically putting yourself on display with a big sign saying lick the sweat of my body!" you huff, a little annoyed at how he genuinely had no clue what you meant.
his eyes widen slightly at your words, finally putting together the pieces — and when he does, his smile returns on his face, walking towards you, until he was right in front, looking down at you.
"are you jealous?" he sounds a little bit amused now, like he cracked the case.
"i'm not jealous. i know they could never touch you." you cross your arms, your own eyes betraying you as the move down to take a peek at his exposed muscles.
and he finally gets it. he finally understands why you were always looking at him with a look he wasn't really familiar with. he finally understands why you would get so flustered anytime his arms wrapped around you or when he presses himself against you.
"do you like my muscles?"
"excuse me?"
he chuckles, an adorable grin on his face as he reaches down to take your jaw in his hand, lifting your head to look at him.
"is that why you get all jumpy when i touch you?" like a confirmation, your breath hitches when he pulls you up by the waist with one hand, your head dizzy from how efortlessly he lifted you.
"yeah like that. you get all nervous when i do something with my arms." he doesn't sound cocky — the opposite with the way he's looking at you like you just flipped his whole word upside down.
your cheeks somehow flush an even deeper red, your own hands resting on his shirt. "you just look so biteable you don't get it. it's like everytime i feel you up i get this urge to lick you." your voice is quiet, the confession lingering in the air.
it's his turn to get emberassed, the warm hearted smile never leaving his face. "you could've just said that y'know. i would've let you." despite his usual playful demeanor, there was a serious edge in his voice.
you take the opportunity and push him on the couch, the sudden action making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise before they relax again almost immediatly.
it's like a whole switch just flipped in your brain, finally getting what you were waiting for so long. you don't really sit on him, just bending down to be right infront of his face, a finger swiping on his lips.
you don't kiss him just yet — your hands moving from his shoulders, slowly down his chest, stopping shortly at his pecs, before moving down and resting on his abs.
his breath stutters, a tent already forming in his pants. "have waited so long to touch baby, s'pretty and strong." apparently, your sultry voice wasn't helping his case, as his half-lidded eyes are filled with lust.
"all this time you were walking around like you didn't know what you were doing to me. y'know how many times i thought about your muscles when you weren't here?"
your hands wander until they find their way under his shirt lifting it up to expose his sweaty six-pack making him hiss at the cold air. "i didn't know you paid so much attention to them."
his ears were red, like he was still getting flustered at the compliment, like his cock wasn't already throbbing with need. you lower yourself on your knees, getting on the same height as his stomach, arms exploring every inch.
"i do. now can i lick them and then suck your cock?"
"yes."
Campus slut
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Nerd!Reader Gojo never expected your virgin pussy to feel this insanely good when he pulled your skirt and panties down in one go and threw you on the bed to fuck you instead of paying for your tutoring sessions. The moment he pushed his thick cock inside your tight, dripping heat, his usual cocky smirk vanished as you clenched around him like a vice.
“Fuckuh! You sure this your first time getting fucked?” he groaned, gripping your hips harder while slamming deeper. You whimpered, fingers digging into the mattress , moaning breathlessly. Nodding as your face is still buried in the pillow underneath you. He chuckled darkly, leaning down to bite your ear as he pounded into you relentlessly. “—Haah— maybe my cock is too big for this little cunt, you’re so —fuck!— tight, baby”
TA!Toji What started as a desperate attempt to fuck your way into a better grade had quickly turned into something far more dangerous the second he sat you on his lap, skirt thrown across the room, and buried his massive, veiny dick deep inside your tight pussy as he makes you ride him.
“Tojiahh— hah— you’re too big!” He let out a dark, mocking laugh and grabbed the back of your hair. “Too big? You’re the one who came here begging to get fucked for an A, pathetic. Now take every inch of this cock”. “If you want that grade, you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it”
Frat!Sukuna You never meant for it to go this far, but the second Frat President Sukuna dragged you into his messy bedroom during the house party, your boyfriend was long forgotten. He had you laid underneath him , your soaked panties torn apart as he slammed his thick, pierced cock deep into your tight pussy.
“Fuck! this pussy is gripping me so damn hard,” Sukuna growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks while he pounded into you with brutal, relentless strokes. You moaned shamelessly, nails digging into the pillows, gasping between broken cries, “Sukuna—nghh—Ohmygod! My b-boyfriend — he’s looking f-for me”. “Him? That pathetic loser can’t fuck this pussy like do. Tell me how much better my cock feels stretching you out, slut. I want everyone downstairs to hear what a dirty little slut you are.”
Olderboyfriend!Geto Your boyfriend Geto was pissed the second he walked into your room and caught you scrolling on your phone instead of studying as promised. Before you could even explain, he had you bent over his strong thigh on the edge of your mini couch. His large hand came down hard on your bare ass with a sharp smack that echoed through the room.
“Sugu—ahh! I said I’m sorry!” you whined, kicking your legs uselessly over his lap. “I’ll study, I promise!” Geto chuckled as he rubbed his palm over your stinging ass. Without warning, he brought his hand down again in a sharp slap, then let his fingers dip between your thighs, brushing teasingly over your soaked panties. “How can I trust you after you’ve lied straight to my face, hmm?” He smirked, pulling his hand back only to land a firm, wet smack directly on your clothed pussy. The sudden sting made you jolt and whine louder. “you’re not getting up until you’ve learned your lesson.”
—𓏲𑁘 𝓶odulo!yuji gagging you on his cockིྀ
yuji, was sprawled out on your shared bed. his legs spread wide. along with you in between them, the room filled with loud obscene sounds, his cock hitting the back of your throat. with each buck of his hips.
"justtt like that, baby..." yuji, says between a strangled moan. your eyes are starting to water, taking practically all of his length down your throat, you swore his tip was kissing deep in the back of your throat. that's what it felt like at least, yuji was relentless. hips bucking desperately, chasing his release like oxygen.
you try to move your head. just the slightest, but that resorted into your head getting held down, by his palm. "no, you're going to listen to me, alright?" he pants out, yuji pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, your throat immediately constricts around his shaft, invitingly.
god, just the simple way the warmth of your mouth feels around his girth. drives him insane.
your face his buried, in between his thighs, tongue licking all over his girth, desperately taking his length into your throat, you feel his precum pool all over your tongue. a low muffled "mmph." was the only sound. that could escape your mouth, around his cock.
yuji's hand rises down, to land a slap across your cheek, causing you to moan around his girth. you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, "fuck... baby, you like that?"
you almost felt shame, because of the tone of his voice. it was degrading, he sounded disgusted in a way, like he was in disbelief. but that's the thing that turned you on most. the most you could manage was a simple nod. you pull back from his cock, your lips covered in his precum, saliva dripping down onto your chin, "you're so pathetic." he brings a hand down to where he slapped your reddened cheek, caressing the soft skin slowly.
"you like being slapped? huh?" it wasn't a question, it was a statement. because yuji, already knew the answer, "i never told you to stop sucking." he pushes your head back down roughly. before you could reply, causing you to, instantly gag onto his length again.
your throat, greedily takes him in. your hands stroking at the base of what can't fit into your mouth, yuji's hand grips your head down, preventing you from pulling back. hips bucking roughly. into the wet warmth.
"i'm close... you'll swallow it all." he wasn't asking, yuji was telling you, you nod immediately. bobbing your head faster. not caring if you choke anymore. his hand roughly guides your head, tugging onto your hair, "fuck... fuck... fuck..." yuji's head tips back against the headboard. you can feel the throb in his cock, precum leaking onto you tongue. you greedily swallow preparing your throat, for his cum.
"agh... fuck, don't stop." yuji cums with a loud groan, holding your head in place, impaling your face deeper into his cock, warm spurts land onto your tongue. coating your tongue semi white, he lifts his head up for a moment, before his eyes land onto you.
"you okay pretty?" he pants out, coming down from his high slowly, you nod. before pulling back. saliva dripping down ont his shaft, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "that... was a lot." he slaps your cheek again at that, "would you rather me spit on you?" yuji questioned slowly, "ugh. try it." a low chuckle escaped his lips, "next time. i don't want you passing out on me now, sweets."
"maybe, next time you should let me pass out on it."
authors note: ugh sorry if this is bad, i literally had to write this in a rush for myself no lie, i was desperate after seeing that animated.
🏐 "𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw frat!geto x virgin!reader ꗃ .. smut mdni ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ mina says reupload from toruzip ⁀ ˳ ⟡
Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.
Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.
It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.
Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.
You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. he had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.
Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.
MODULO YUJI I <3 YOU !!
cw: mdni, exes reunion, first time seeing each other in six years, slight angst, praise, dirty talk, p in v, pet names, light dry humping.
he’s got you grinding against his strained bulge, your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching cock. you’re a babbling mess beneath your ex boyfriend’s touch—yuji itadori, a man you haven’t seen in six years since he became the strongest. you and him ended shortly after jujutsu high. he disappeared. word was yuji itadori was immortal, unaging—his curse. you tried to linger beside him, to be his hope, his forgiveness, but that didn’t matter to yuji.
he still left you.
he’s looking up at you now, like you’re something fragile, something he doesn’t quite deserve to touch. salmon-hued hair falls in uneven strands around his face, brushing against scarred skin that’s lost some of its warmth. dark purple shadows sit heavy beneath his eyes, exhaustion carved deep into his features. a shell of the man he used to be, of the boy you knew.
he’s got his mouth on you, fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs.
“fucking missed you so bad, baby… m’such an idiot, fucking stupid.” he’s nearly slurring against your spit-slicked lips.
your breath stutters, your body giving in so easily it almost makes you ache. you let him move you, let him mold you, pliant beneath his touch like no time has passed at all.
you hadn’t expected to run into anyone today—let alone your ex boyfriend at a fucking cafe. and still, part of you wonders if he knew you’d be there. you heard things from nobara. you know yuji watched you all these years—not in a way that felt creepy, but lingering, noticing the things you like, keeping an eye out in case anything tried to hurt you. watching from a distance, learning the shape of your life without him in it.
“lift up a little for me?” he asks, eyes heavy and bloodshot but soft in that stupid familiar way, like coffee mixed with milk, warm even when everything else about him looks worn down. his fingers curve into your skin eagerly, yanking you up by the fat of your ass, lifting your hips. your panties are soaked with desperate need, the wetness slick and causing the fabric to grow sheer.
“shit…” his breath hitches, almost a laugh, almost something weaker, “you’re so wet… did you miss me that bad, sweets?”
two fingers hook into the side of your panties, pushing them aside, fabric creasing against the plush cheek of your ass. your hands fumble toward his boxers, tugging them down, glossy lips parting as his hard cock springs free against his defined abdomen, flushed and heavy, twitching slightly. precum beads at the tip, trailing down the length of him. the soft petal-pink line of hair leading below his navel only makes it worse—makes your mouth water, makes your thighs tighten around him without thinking.
“need your cock so bad, yuu…” you beg, slightly dazed from pleasure, head hazy with longing and need.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly.
“need you more.”
he lines himself up with your heat, pushing in, slow at first—your walls welcoming him, clenching tightly, your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. a low groan tears from his throat as you take him in.
“i know things ended badly… shitty of me. i’m sorry.” he groans, low and broken, forehead dropping forward as his hips press up into you.
his voice is rough, regret threaded through it, but distant—like he doesn’t know how to hold it properly anymore. your fingers bury into his pink hair as he starts to move, hips snapping forward, cock driving deep enough to kiss your cervix. the force of it pulls a loud moan from you, your body jolting beneath him as he moves again, sharp, desperate thrusts.
yuji throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as the hood of his light grey hoodie slips down his shoulders.
“oh my god—” he groans, voice ragged, “i missed her… gripping me like this.”
he drops his head into the crook of your neck, breathing you in—your strawberry shampoo, the warmth of your heated skin, the little mewls spilling past your lips.
“missed you… i missed you…” he repeats, voice breaking into soft, wrecked sounds, “missed this…”
his thrusts grow sloppy, desperate, messy squelching sounds filling the space between you.
“c’mon… coat my cock… wanna feel you—cum on it, baby…”
he captures your lips in a sharp kiss, tongue pushing past them, dragging along the roof of your mouth, tasting every bit of longing you’ve held onto. his hips stutter, then still deep inside you, your cunt fluttering and tightening around him, milking him down to the base of his balls.
your nails dig into his shoulders, carving crescent moons into his skin as pleasure crashes through you.
he lets out a broken whine, collapsing forward, his forehead falling against your chest.
“i missed my baby… my pretty baby…”
his cock twitches inside you once—twice—before he pulls out, breath shuddering, and spills thick, hot ropes of white, painting you with his milky seed, scattered across your lower stomach and inner thighs.
note: i haven’t read modulo so sorry if it’s inaccurate also this is acc the worst thing I’ve written but i had to hurry and write after seeing him animated like omg. anyways !! masterlist
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︵ ೀ mdni. tummy bulge with yuji
yuji’s eyes go wide the moment he notices it.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when his gaze drops to your lower belly. there, just below your navel, a soft bulge appears every time he thrusts in—the clear outline of his cock pressing against your insides.
“whoa…” he breathes. “baby, look at that.”
his palm slides over your stomach, gently pressing down. the bulge becomes even more obvious under his hand and yuji lets out a headless laugh, his eyes sparkling.
“i can see myself inside you! that’s so cool—” he pushes in again, slower this time, watching mesmerized as the bulge moves with him. “it’s like… i’m so deep.”
you whimper, overwhelmed by how full you already feel. “yuji… slow down—”
but he’s too caught up in the sight. his hand stays pressed to your tummy, thumb stroking over the little bulge every time he rocks forward. the fascination quickly turns into something hotter. his hips start moving faster without him realizing, shallow thrusts turning into deeper, quicker strokes.
“it keeps showing up every time i push in,” he says, almost panting now. “look, look— there it is again!”
he speeds up, eyes glued to your stomach, completely drawn to the way your body accommodates him. each thrust makes the bulge more prominent, and yuji can’t stop staring, can’t stop touching it.
you’re gasping, fingers gripping his shoulders as another orgasm is building fast. “yuji— ah! too fast—!”
he doesn’t even register your words at first. he’s too distracted, too lost in the intoxicating sight of his cock making your tummy bulge. his pace turns relentless, hips snapping harder as he chases the view, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“sorry, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, still pressing down on your belly. “i just… i can’t stop looking. you look so cute like this!”
Are you really best friends if you don’t have matching fuck ass bobs????
mdni. naoya zenin doesn’t care about women, and he doesn’t care at all for his servants. until you arrive and make him go insane over you. but jerking off to the thought of you is not enough anymore, but then a fever strikes.
content. creampie, breeding risk, size kink, degradation, titty slapping, cum, so much cum, i’m sorry i’m nasty, hair pulling, riding, cock-drunk because yes; 3.8k words
part one ✧ part two ✧ part three ✧ part four
naoya zenin has never been patient.
he’s sitting in the main hall, surrounded by the usual parade of dull elders in stiff hakama, droning about kyoto branch alliances and territory lines and some petty feud over some cursed tools he couldn’t give a shit about. his fingers drum against the table, distracted, because all he sees is you.
bent over your narrow futon, yukata shoved up to your waist, thighs spread wide, cunt dripping and clenching around nothing while you whimper his name. he imagines the way you’d gasp when he finally pushed inside—slow at first, just to feel you stretch—then hard and deep, hips snapping forward until the wet slap of skin on skin drowned out every other sound in the estate.
he pictures your back arching, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders, the way you’d sob when he hit that spot deep enough to make your legs shake.
his cock throbs painfully against the confines of his hakama. he shifts—barely—and the friction only makes it worse.
the elder across the table is still talking. something about supply routes. naoya hasn’t heard a word in ten minutes. he needs to get out of here. he needs to be in your room.
now.
"if i headshot you three times this game, you send a dick pic."
naoya zenin x f!reader • genre: smut, streamer au, enemies-to-lovers • content warning: mdni, explicit sexual content, heavy profanity & aggressive/vulgar insults, degradation (kink), rough/aggressive sex, power play, public humiliation
wc: 10, 758 (ao3 link here)
this is a highly explicit work of fiction. reader discretion is strongly advised.
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𑣲
Husband!Ichigo who loves to fuck you raw as soon as you two get married, not just because he wants to become a dad as quickly as possible, but also because he craves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock as you desperately milk him dry.
Husband!Ichigo who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you pass by, casually smacking your pretty bum or thighs just because he can. Around you, he doesn’t have to hold back, he gets to be his true self. And that true self is a bit of a pervert who worships your beautiful curves every single day.
Husband!Ichigo who loves taking you in front of a full-size mirror, just so he can watch every little gasp and moan that leaves your lips as he agonizingly slowly slides his throbbing length inside your aching cunt. Standing right behind you, his heavy hands gripping and slapping your ass, he buries himself deep while watching your expressions twist in pleasure. The way your eyes roll back as you cream around him, like you’re about to fall apart completely? Absolutely priceless.
Husband!Ichigo who makes you a nutritious breakfast almost every morning, just to ensure you start your day right. It’s his quiet way of showing how much you mean to him and how deeply he cares about your well-being. And even on busy days, he still makes the effort, grabbing your favorite pastries and a good old coffee from the nearby bakery so you won’t go without.
Husband!Ichigo who loves waking you up with his mouth between your thighs, slowly pulling you from sleep as he indulges in your warmth. A soft chuckle vibrates against your skin when you begin to stir, his tongue dragging lazily over your slick folds while he takes his time. There’s no rush, he just wants to feel you, hear you, and make you come undone before the day even begins.
Husband!Ichigo who never returns from a mission empty-handed, always bringing you small trinkets or gifts that reminded him of you. Sometimes it’s something simple, sometimes something rare like exotic flowers from Hueco Mundo, or that sweet sake you once shared with him and Kyoraku (which he definitely didn’t “borrow”).
Husband!Ichigo who pulls you close in the early morning, half-asleep and still worn out from the night before, and slowly sinks into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as his hands wander gently over your body. His movements are slow, deep, and unhurried meant to wake you up in the most overwhelming way possible, especially when his fingers join in, guiding you right back to the edge.
Husband!Ichigo who keeps track of your cycle more carefully than you’d expect, not just to give you space when you need it, but because he knows exactly when you’re the most sensitive. On your ovulation. And when that time comes, he’s fucking you relentlessly until he got you stuffed full with his seed, pumping it even deeper inside of your fertile womb with every followed thrust.
© Kenpachissluut writes ⏾
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thinking about how Baelor instantly latched onto Dunk at Ashford to the point where he was ride or die for him (literally). Like he met the first honorable man Ever and needed to make sure he lived. And if you consider the books canon as well regarding Valarr and his sort of status as a failure loserson it really makes it all the more sad. Like if AKOTSK was a modern coming of age story, Dunk would be that kid that's always crashing at Valarr's house and has a better relationship with Valarr's dad than Valarr does.
thinking about his perfect nose and his long hair and his big shoulders and his slutty little waist
imagine pet play with geto
“no, stay.” he says firmly, stern look on his face. you sit unwillingly and whine softly.
all you had wanted to do what sit on the couch with him, but he wasn’t about to let you do so without asking for permission.
“you wanna come up, you put your head on my lap. you know that.” he says with disappointment, sitting on the couch and picking up the remote. you whine again and he tuts.
“you’ve been bad, and so you’ve lost your privileges. be a good girl and i won’t have to punish you like this.”
your face reddens slightly and a feeling of shame builds inside you. you curl up on the doggy bed beneath him, sniffling softly.
geto watches you and sighs, before he finally gives in.
“okay, come on, up you get.” excitedly, you bounce up and onto the couch, curling up against him. his arm wraps around you and rests on your tummy before making its way under your underwear.
you tense as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“im gonna play with your little pussy and you’re not gonna cum, okay pup? good. no complaining or you’ll sleep in the crate.”
oh dear, you’re in for a looooong night.
yuuji who is such a touchy drunk. big brown eyes all glossy with a dazed expression. his large hand splayed across the swell of your tit while his thumb and pointer finger absentmindedly rolls your pebbled nipple through the fabric of your shirt like it’s simply something to fidget with.
you slightly stiffen against him, his body keeps its position on being firmly pressed into your side, emitting warm heat. a soft shudder shakily exists your mouth while your head slowly tilts itself back on yuuji’s firm shoulder, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation.
you’re both completely flushed in the face—him worst than you with the fiery tips of his ears heavily contrast with his tanned skin. he’s actually smiling, too. the apple of his cheeks tinted in a red hue as he attempts to reinstate his train of thought without small giggles or slurred out compliments whispered in the shell of your ear.
he’s not even fully conscious of his actions. although he’s aware of just how good you feel against him like this: your tits softly smushed in his hand and your sweet scent wafts around and throughout his nose.
“hngh..yuuji..” you manage to get out in small huffs. your forehead is littered in sweat and you feel your resolve slip through the cracks, amost allowing yourself to consume the intoxication of his touch. he softly hums in acknowledgment. it’s gentle but gravelly.
going insane over this like actually what the hell
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