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LICK IT OFF ME BABY - Yuji Itadori

18+ Yuji and you licking icing off each other!

cw: food play, icing play, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk.

note: Ugh let me know if I should do a part two I loved thissss.

The kitchen was already a disaster zone before the first batch even went into the oven. Flour dusted every surface like fresh snow. Yuji had “accidentally” flicked a handful at you while you were measuring sugar, leading to a full-on flour fight that left both of you coughing and laughing, your clothes and hair streaked white.

“Oops,” Yuji grinned, not sorry at all as he wiped flour off your cheek with his thumb. “You look cute like this though.”

“Focus, Itadori!” you scolded playfully, bumping his hip with yours. But focusing wasn’t in Yuji’s vocabulary. He kept stealing tastes of the batter, dipping his finger in when he thought you weren’t looking, then offering it to you with a cheeky wink.

By the time the cupcakes were cooling on the rack, the real fun began: decorating. You’d made a big bowl of creamy vanilla icing, and Yuji immediately plunged a spoon in, scooping out way too much.

“These are gonna be the best ones ever,” he declared, slathering an obscene amount onto the first cupcake. Half of it immediately slid off the side and plopped onto the counter. You burst out laughing.

“Yuji, you’re making a mess!”

“That’s the point!” He grinned, then flicked a dollop of icing right at your nose. You yelped, retaliating by smearing a streak across his forehead. What followed was pure pandemonium—both of you dodging and lunging around the tiny kitchen, icing flying everywhere. You missed your cupcake entirely when he tickled your side, sending a huge glob of icing across your shirt and down your arm. Yuji slipped on some spilled flour and nearly took you down with him, both of you ending up pressed against the counter, breathless with laughter.

The cupcakes were half-decorated at best. Most of the icing was on you, on him, on the counters, and somehow even on the ceiling.

Yuji stepped back, surveying the wreckage with a dramatic sigh. His pink hair was dusted with flour and streaks of icing, and his shirt clung to his toned chest in places where the mess had soaked through.

“Who made all this mess?” he asked in that teasing, low voice that always sent a shiver down your spine. His warm brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grabbed your wrist, lifting your hand. Your fingers were absolutely coated in sticky icing.

Before you could answer, he brought your fingers to his mouth and slowly licked the sweetness off, his tongue dragging hot and deliberate over each digit. You sucked in a sharp breath, heat pooling low in your belly.

“Y-Yuji…” you whispered, voice already breathy.

“Mmm, baby, you are so messy,” he murmured against your cheek, leaning in to lick a smear of icing from your skin. His breath was warm, his tongue slow and thorough, sending sparks straight through you.

You couldn’t resist. Grabbing a tiny bit of icing from the bowl, you dabbed it on the tip of his nose and then across his lips. Yuji’s eyes widened in playful surprise, but he didn’t pull away when you leaned in and kissed him, licking the icing off his mouth. He grunted softly into the kiss, the sound low and hungry, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him.

The kiss deepened fast. Yuji’s grip tightened, fingers digging into your sides as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting like vanilla and pure heat. When you finally parted, a thin string of saliva connected your lips. Yuji stared at it, breathing hard, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Y’know… messy girls need to clean up their mess,” he said, voice rough with want.

He dipped his fingers back into the bowl, gathering more icing, then brought them to your mouth. You parted your lips obediently, sucking his fingers clean with slow, deliberate swirls of your tongue. Yuji groaned, eyes darkening as he watched you. “Fuck, that’s hot…”

Emboldened, he tugged your top and bra down in one swift motion, exposing your breasts. You gasped at the cool air, but it quickly turned into a moan when he scooped more icing and smeared it messily over your tits, covering your nipples in thick, sticky sweetness.

“Yuji—ah!” you cried out as he immediately ducked his head, mouth latching onto one breast. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking every drop of icing off your skin while his hand kneaded the other. He hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations making your knees weak. “Tastes even better on you,” he mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple just enough to make you whimper.

You tangled your fingers in his messy pink hair, tugging gently as he worshipped your chest.

Eventually, you sank to your knees in front of him, hands sliding up his thighs. Yuji leaned back against the counter, watching you with hooded eyes. “You gonna clean me up too, baby?”

You nodded, pulling his sweatpants down just enough to free him. He was already hard, flushed and leaking. You scooped a small bit of icing and teasingly spread it over his tip, making him hiss through his teeth.

“Shit— you’re evil,” he laughed breathlessly, but the sound cut off into a deep groan as you took him into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the head, licking the sweet icing mixed with his precum. Yuji’s hand gently cupped the back of your head, holding you there as you bobbed slowly, taking him deeper.

“Fuck, yeah… just like that,” he praised, voice strained. “You look so pretty with your mouth full. Messy girl…”

You hummed around him, the vibrations making his hips twitch. You worked him with your hand and mouth in tandem, licking every trace of icing and savoring the salty-sweet mix. Yuji’s breaths came faster, his abs tensing under his shirt as he fought to keep control.

“Look at me,” he murmured. You did, eyes watering slightly as you took him deeper. The sight made him curse. “So good for me… keep going, baby. Clean it all up.”

You did, sucking harder, tongue pressing along the underside until his thighs started to tremble. Yuji’s grip in your hair tightened fraction, his moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Gonna— ah, fuck— if you keep that up I’m not gonna last,” he warned, but you didn’t stop. You wanted him to lose it, right here in your ruined kitchen.

He came with a guttural groan of your name, hips stuttering as you swallowed everything he gave you, licking him clean until he was oversensitive and gently pulling you off with a shaky laugh.

Yuji hauled you up immediately, kissing you deep and filthy despite the mess. “I don't want to finish the cupcakes anymore,” he panted against your lips, grinning while his hands roamed your body.

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WARM ME UP FIRST - Shiu Kong

+18 Shiu Kong is fucking you raw and deep over his couch after picking you up soaking wet after a mission.

cw: rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, fingering, nipple play.

note: Idk how well this one might do since idk how many Shiu Kong fans there are out there. Me and his 10 fans are screaming right now!!!!

You dialed Shiu Kong’s number with wet, slippery fingers, the phone nearly sliding out of your grip as lake water still dripped from your hair and clothes. The mission had been supposed to be easy—just a simple bounty on the outskirts of the city. Instead, one misstep on a slippery bank and you’d ended up submerged up to your neck in cold, murky water.

“Yeah?” His smooth, low voice answered after two rings, sounding far too amused for your current state.

“Job’s done,” you snapped, teeth chattering slightly. “But I fell in a damn lake. I’m soaked, freezing, and pissed off. Come get me.”

A short pause, then you could practically hear the smirk in his tone. “I’ll be there in ten. Try not to drip too much while you wait.”

True to his word, his sleek black car pulled up exactly ten minutes later. You stood on the side of the quiet road, arms wrapped around yourself, hair plastered to your neck and shoulders. Shiu leaned across the seat and pushed the passenger door open, that trademark lazy smirk already playing on his lips as his eyes dragged over you.

You squished your hair with both hands, wringing out another stream of water onto the pavement before climbing in. The moment your ass hit the leather seat, it made an embarrassing wet squelch. Your white tee clung transparently to your skin, the thin fabric molded to the full curves of your breasts, your bra clearly visible—dark lace outlining every swell and the stiff peaks of your nipples from the cold. The leggings were even worse: skin-tight, suctioned to your thighs and ass like a second layer of glossy skin, outlining every curve and the seam between your cheeks.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” you warned, shooting him a murderous glare as you slammed the door shut. Water immediately began dripping from your clothes onto his seats.

Shiu’s eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of you—wet, annoyed, and far too exposed—before he chuckled low in his throat. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. You look… refreshed.”

“Drive,” you grumbled, crossing your arms tightly under your chest. The motion only pushed your breasts together and higher, making the wet fabric strain even more obscenely. Your thighs clenched together with a slick sound, more water squeezing out.

He started the car, but not before his gaze swept slowly over every inch of you: the way your crossed arms framed your tits, the way your soaked leggings clung to the shape of your pussy and the round swell of your ass, the steady drip-drip-drip of lake water onto his expensive leather. “My apartment’s ten minutes from here,” he said casually, pulling onto the road. “You can borrow some dry clothes. Don’t want you catching a cold on my watch.”

You huffed but nodded. “Fine. Just… don’t stare.”

He didn’t even pretend to agree. At every red light his eyes slid over to you, dark and hungry, tracing the way your chest rose and fell, the way the wet fabric had turned nearly see-through. You caught him looking more than once and, out of pure spite and nerves, you leaned over the console, plucked the cigarette from between his lips, and took a slow drag yourself. The smoke curled from your mouth as you handed it back, your fingers brushing his.

“Help yourself,” he murmured, voice a little rougher now, eyes locked on your lips.

You repeated the motion a couple more times during the drive, the intimate little ritual only thickening the tension in the car. By the time he pulled into the underground parking of his building, the air felt heavy.

Inside his apartment, Shiu disappeared into his bedroom for a moment and returned with a folded black t-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Take your time.”

You stood there in the middle of his living room, still dripping, and looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t want to make your floors any wetter than I already have. I’ll just change here.”

Shiu’s eyebrows rose slightly, but the smirk deepened. He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with open interest. “Bold. I like it.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you grabbed the hem of your soaked white tee and peeled it upward. The wet fabric made a soft sucking sound as it came free from your skin, revealing your breasts barely contained by the drenched lace bra. Water trickled down your stomach. You tossed the shirt aside with a wet slap against the floor.

Next came the leggings. You had to wiggle and shimmy them down your hips, the soaked material clinging stubbornly to your ass and thighs. They peeled off inside out, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties, both dark with water and plastered to your body. Your nipples were hard and obvious. The thin fabric of your panties outlined the shape of your pussy lips perfectly.

Shiu’s gaze was burning now. “Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice lower. “You have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

You stepped out of the leggings and stood there, arms crossed, water still sliding down your skin in slow rivulets. “You offered clothes. But I’m still cold…” Your voice dropped, teasing despite the lingering annoyance. “Maybe you should warm me up first.”

Shiu crossed the room in two strides, one large hand sliding into your wet hair as he pulled you into a rough kiss. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against yours immediately. The contrast between his warm body and your chilled skin made you shiver. His other hand roamed down your back, palming your ass possessively, squeezing the soft, wet flesh.

“Such a tease,” he growled against your lips, nipping the bottom one. “Stripping here dripping like that, tits out, ass practically begging to be grabbed. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

You gasped as he walked you backward until your thighs hit the back of his couch. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them through the bra before tugging the cups down roughly. Your tits spilled free and he groaned, leaning down to suck one wet stiff nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking over it while his hand kneaded the other.

“Shiu—” you moaned, fingers threading into his hair, back arching.

He switched sides, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make you jolt. Then he straightened, spinning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch. Your ass lifted high, still glistening with water. He ran both hands over it, spreading you, thumbs brushing along the soaked crotch of your panties.

“fuck look at you, you are freezing aren't you?” he murmured, voice thick with lust.

He hooked your panties to the side and dragged two thick fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before pushing them inside you. You cried out, pushing back against his hand as he curled them, stroking that perfect spot inside while his thumb found your clit.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he praised, pumping his fingers steadily. “Been thinking about this since I saw you standing there soaked on the side of the road. These tits… this ass… all mine to warm up now.”

You were panting, rocking back onto his hand, the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into you filling the room. When he added a third finger you whimpered, thighs trembling.

“Shiu, please— I need you.”

He pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the loss, but then you heard the sound of his belt and zipper. A moment later the thick, hot head of his cock nudged against your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit teasingly.

“Beg a little nicer,” he said, voice dark and amused as he pressed just the tip inside.

“Please, Shiu… fuck me. Warm me up. I want your cock.”

With a low groan he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. The stretch was perfect—thick and deep. He gave you only a second to adjust before he started moving, hard and steady, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“Shit— so good,” he hissed, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching around to rub your clit. “Taking me so well. Look at you, bent over my couch, still dripping everywhere.”

The angle let him hit deep with every thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. He leaned over you, biting at your shoulder, one hand coming up to squeeze and tug at your swinging breasts.

“You gonna come on my cock, doll? Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me?”

You nodded frantically, pushing back to meet every thrust. The pressure built fast—his fingers on your clit, his cock dragging against that sensitive spot inside, the sheer filth of the situation.

“Fuck— Shiu— I’m—”

“Come,” he ordered, thrusting harder, deeper. “Come for me.”

You shattered with a loud cry, walls clenching around his cock as pleasure crashed through you. Shiu fucked you through it, groaning at the way you pulsed around him, before he pulled out, flipped you onto your back on the couch, and pushed back inside.

He wanted to watch your face.

His hips snapped forward, pace relentless now, chasing his own release. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as he pounded into you. He leaned down, sucking marks into your neck and breasts, one hand pinning your wrist above your head.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” he panted. “Gonna fill you up. You want that?”

“Yes— please, Shiu— come inside me.”

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself deep and came hard, hips stuttering as he pumped you full of hot cum. He kept grinding through it, kissing you messily until both of you were spent and breathless.

After a long moment he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your pussy with dark satisfaction. Then he scooped you up, carrying you toward the bathroom.

“Shower,” he murmured against your temple, voice softer now but still laced with heat. “Then you’re staying the night. I’m not done warming you up yet.”

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ENDLESS SEX - Yuji Itadori

18+ Yuji has a hard time understanding he isn't like most people when it comes to sex.

cw: overstimulation, soreness from prior sex, consensual sex while sore, grinding, lap riding/couch sex, nipple play, breast squeezing, dirty talk, begging, light dominance, multiple orgasms, creampie.

note: I thought about this in the morning. Btw maybe I’ll post some Tokyo Revenger smut since the new season is coming out and i've been waiting for thissss.

Yuji has a hard time understanding he isn’t like most people. He knows he’s stronger, faster, and tougher than pretty much anyone else his age, but the full extent of how his body works—especially when it comes to sex—still confuses him sometimes. He just assumes everyone gets this horny every single day. That the urge to bury himself inside you hits him like clockwork the moment he wakes up, the moment he sees you stretching, the moment you walk past him in nothing but his oversized shirt. He doesn’t get tired. He doesn’t get soft for long. He can fuck for hours, cum, and be ready again minutes later, over and over, like his body was built for it.

And he loves it. He loves you. He loves how you feel around him, how you sound when you cum, how your body trembles and clenches when he keeps going even after you’ve already fallen apart.

The morning after he’d railed you for nearly three straight hours the night before, you were a wreck. Your thighs burned, your core ached deep inside, and every step sent a sore, tender throb through your pussy. You’d cum—five, six, maybe more times—until your voice had gone hoarse and your legs were shaking. Yuji had carried you to bed afterward, kissing your sweaty forehead and murmuring how perfect you were, how much he loved making you feel good.

You barely made it two steps out of the bedroom before strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Morning,” Yuji mumbled against your neck, voice still raspy with sleep but already thick with want. He pulled you backward toward the couch, spinning you gently so you faced him before dropping down onto the cushions and tugging you straight onto his lap.

The second your weight settled over him, straddling his thighs, you felt it—his cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, already swelling rapidly against your sore, covered pussy.

Your eyes widened. “Yuji… seriously?”

He blinked up at you with that bright, innocent smile, like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were surprised. His hands slid under the hem of your shirt cupping your bare tits immediately, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. They hardened instantly under his touch.

“What? I woke up and you weren’t there,” he said, squeezing gently, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you whimpered. “Missed you. Missed this.” He rocked his hips up, grinding his now fully hard cock against you. The thick length pressed right against your swollen clit through the thin layers of fabric, making your pussy clench involuntarily.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, breathing shakily. “Baby… I’m so fucking sore. You fucked me for so long last night. I can barely walk straight. How are you already this hard?”

Yuji tilted his head, those big brown eyes going soft and puppy-like, full of genuine confusion and desperate need. “I just am. I always want you. Every day. All the time.” He leaned in, kissing your collarbone, then lower, sucking lightly on the side of your breast. “If you let me, I’d fuck you every single morning and every single night and I’d still never get tired. I don’t know why other guys say they need breaks. I could stay inside you all day and still want more.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you despite the ache between your legs. You whimpered as he pinched both nipples at once, tugging them just hard enough to make your back arch.

“Yuji… I’m serious. I’m really sore,” you protested weakly, even as your hips twitched against his grinding cock.

He looked up at you with those devastating puppy eyes, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed. “Please? Just a little? I’ll be gentle. I promise. I just… I need to feel you. You feel so good. Warmer and tighter and wetter than anything. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You tried to stay strong. You really did. But those eyes—those sweet, hungry, loving eyes—destroyed your resolve every single time.

“…Fine,” you whispered, already reaching down to tug his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed dark, and rock hard, the tip glistening with precum. “But you have to be careful. I’m really tender.”

Yuji’s face lit up like you’d just handed him the world. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” He kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as he pulled your panties to the side. He lined up his fat cockhead with your sore, puffy entrance and slowly pushed in.

You gasped sharply into his mouth as he stretched you open again. Even though you were still slick from the night before and your own growing arousal, the soreness made every inch feel overwhelming. He was so thick, so long, filling you completely in one slow, steady thrust until his hips were flush against yours.

“Fuuuck,” Yuji groaned, head falling back against the couch, eyes half-lidded in bliss. “You’re so tight… even after last night. Fuck babe...” His hands gripped your hips, holding you down on his cock as he savored the feeling. “So warm. So perfect.”

You were panting already, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yuji—ahh—it hurts a little… fuck, you’re so deep.”

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing your neck, your jaw, your lips. “I’ll make it feel good. I always do.” He started moving—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every sensitive spot inside you. The wet, obscene sound of your joined bodies filled the living room as he gradually picked up the pace.

Within minutes you were moaning loudly, overstimulated and sore but unable to stop the pleasure from building. Every thrust sent sparks through your raw nerves. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis with every downward grind, and Yuji’s hands were everywhere—squeezing your ass, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist to bounce you on his cock harder.

“You’re getting wetter,” he panted happily, eyes locked on where his thick shaft disappeared inside you. “Even though you’re sore, your pussy still wants me. Look at you taking me so well. My perfect girl.”

“Yuji—slow down—ahhn—I’m gonna cum already,” you cried, thighs shaking around him.

“Good. Cum for me. I love when you cum on my cock.” He thrust up harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your vision whited out. Your orgasm crashed through you, walls clamping down around his relentless dick as you trembled and gushed around him.

But Yuji didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, then past it, chasing another one. His stamina was insane—sweat beading on his forehead, muscles flexing, but his cock stayed rock hard, pounding into your overstimulated cunt without mercy.

“Again,” he growled softly, voice husky. “Cum again for me, baby. I can feel how much you need it.”

You were shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking your eyes as he railed you like a sex doll on the couch. Your sore pussy fluttered helplessly around him, every thrust sending you higher into overstimulation. He flipped you onto your back on the cushions without pulling out, hooking your legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper.

“Fuck—Yuji—too much—!” you sobbed, but your hips still lifted to meet his thrusts.

“You’re so cute when you’re all fucked out,” he murmured, kissing your tear-streaked cheek as he rutted into you. “I could do this forever. I love you like this. All mine. Taking my cock so deep.”

He made you cum two more times before he finally groaned long and low, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your aching pussy with thick ropes of cum. But even then, he stayed hard inside you, grinding lazily through the aftershocks.

“Round two?” he asked breathlessly, that bright, grin returning as he looked down at your blissed-out, ruined expression. His cock twitched eagerly inside your cum-filled cunt.

You could only whimper and nod weakly, already knowing you’d let him fuck you as many times as he wanted.

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ANGRY SEX - Toji Fushiguro

18+ Angry sex with Toji!

cw: rough sex, hate sex, angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, scratching, biting, manhandling, dirty talk, degradation, mocking, creampie, power struggle, car sex

note: YUM make up sex :p

Toji Fushiguro was never the type to stick around, but lately it felt like he was a ghost—slipping out before dawn for whatever shady job paid enough to keep that lazy smirk on his face, coming back reeking of sweat, blood, and cheap cigarettes at 3 a.m. if he came back at all. Tonight, the dam finally broke in the dim parking lot outside the dingy bar where you'd tracked him down after another empty bed.

"You think I sit around waiting like some pathetic sidepiece while you are here drinking?" you snapped, shoving at his broad chest. The cool night air did nothing to cool the heat flushing your cheeks. "You're never fucking home anymore, Toji. I might as well be dating a stray cat."

His eyes narrowed, jaw tight. That scar on his lip twitched. "Tch. Don't start this shit again. You knew what I was when you let me in your bed. I bring money in, don't I? Keep you fed and fucked. What more do you want?"

"Fed and fucked? really!" Your voice cracked with real anger now, fists clenched at your sides. "I want you, asshole. Not just your dick when you're too tired to leave again."

The words hit harder than you meant. Something flashed across his face—frustration, guilt, and that raw, volatile temper he usually kept leashed. Before you could step back, his massive hand clamped around your wrist, yanking you flush against him. "Yeah? Then shut the fuck up and take what you get."

You should’ve slapped him. Instead, he was shoving you toward his beat-up car, the back door flying open with a metallic groan. You tumbled into the backseat together, a mess of limbs and fury. The door slammed shut.

His mouth crashed into yours instantly—hard, bruising, all teeth and tongue. You bit his lower lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of blood, and he grunted deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. "Fucking hell, woman," he growled against your lips, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he kissed you harder, devouring you like he was pissed off at your mouth too.

His big, calloused hands were dropping lower to squeeze your ass with bruising force. He kneaded the flesh like he owned it, fingers digging in so deep you knew you’d have marks tomorrow. You moaned into the kiss, angry and turned on.

Toji pulled back just enough to yank your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. The windows were already starting to fog from your heavy breathing. "Always so fucking mouthy," he muttered, voice gravel-rough. One hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back sharply to expose your throat. He bit down, sucking a dark mark there while his other hand kept groping your ass, spreading your cheeks through your jeans.

You retaliated by raking your nails down his chest, popping buttons on his shirt. He hissed in pleasure-pain, hips bucking up against you.

"Get in my lap," he ordered, sitting up straighter in the cramped backseat, legs spread wide. His cock was a massive tent in his pants now, thick and intimidating. Even pissed off, the sight made your pussy throb.

You straddled him, still glaring, hearts pounding with leftover rage. You rocked your hips slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your soaked entrance through the thin fabric of your panties. The friction was torture. Toji’s hands shot to your waist, trying to force you down, but you resisted, circling just the tip against your dripping folds.

"Fuck—sit on it already," he snarled, voice strained with anger and need. His fingers dug painfully into your hips. "Stop fucking teasing or I’ll flip you over and take it myself."

You smirked, wicked and still furious, and clapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. "Shut up and take what I give you for once," you hissed back. With that, you shoved your panties aside and sank down hard, bottoming out on his fat cock in one brutal motion.

The stretch burned so good. He was huge—thick veins pulsing against your walls, the head kissing your cervix instantly. You both groaned, loud and filthy. The car rocked slightly as you started riding him with sharp, angry rolls of your hips, hands still muffling his curses.

"Mmmph—fuckin’ bitch," he growled against your palm, eyes blazing. But his hips snapped up to meet every bounce, slamming into you deep enough to make your eyes water. The windows fogged completely, the air thick with the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over—schlick-schlick-schlick.

You rode him harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, chasing your own pleasure while denying him full control. Toji’s patience snapped. With a snarl, he wrenched your hand off his mouth, grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked you forward. "Enough of that shit."

In one powerful move, he flipped you underneath him on the narrow backseat. Your back hit the leather, legs forced wide around his waist. He pinned your wrists above your head with one massive hand, the other shoving your thighs further apart as he drove back into you with a punishing thrust.

"Look at you," he mocked, voice dripping with fake sympathy even as his cock rearranged your guts. "So fucking mad, but this sloppy cunt’s creaming all over me. Poor little thing missed this dick that bad?"

He said with a brutal slap to your ass, the sound echoing in the confined space. You cried out, back arching."Fuck you, Toji—" you gasped, but it turned into a broken moan when he pulled your hair again, forcing your head back so he could bite your neck.

"Yeah? Fuck me?" He laughed darkly, low and mean, pounding into you harder. The car creaked with every savage thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. "This is what you wanted, right? Me home? Well here I am, balls deep in this greedy pussy."

Another hard slap landed on your ass, then another, the sting blooming hot and sharp. He let go of your wrists only to grip your hips, angling you so he could drill even deeper. You scratched down his back, leaving long red trails that made him hiss and fuck you rougher, like he was punishing you for it.

"Open wide and take this dick," he growled, slamming home so hard your vision blurred. "That’s it—fuck—clench around me like the angry little slut you are."

You were both still pissed, emotions raw and tangled with overwhelming lust. You bit his shoulder hard; he retaliated by pulling your hair and slapping your ass again, the rhythm relentless. Sweat slicked your bodies, the windows opaque with condensation. The smell of sex filled the car—musky, filthy, perfect.

Toji shifted, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to fold you in half. The new angle made him hit that spot inside you that turned your brain to static. "Gonna cum already? Pathetic," he taunted, but his own voice was strained, thrusts losing their steady rhythm as he chased his release. "Squeeze my cock then. Milk it out while you’re still mad at me."

You did—nails raking down his biceps again as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy spasming hard around his thickness. "Toji—fuck—yes—"

He fucked you through it harder, chasing his own high with animalistic grunts. "That’s right. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you’re still pissed." Another slap to your ass. Mocking laugh against your ear. "Missed me so bad you’re creaming like a whore in my backseat."

With a final, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding your pulsing cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through it, shallow and messy, pushing his load deeper until it leaked out around his cock.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the car settling. His weight pressed you into the seat, still buried inside you, both of you sticky with sweat and cum and leftover anger.

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PLAY FIGHT- Kuroo Tetsurō 

+18 Kuroo challenges you to play fighting!

cw: manhandling, playful wrestling, dirty talk, breast play, hickeys, fingering, size kink, creampie, praise kink.

note: I listened to My moon my man while writing this.

You and Kuroo had been lounging in his bed for what felt like hours, the two of you were supposed to be studying—or at least pretending to—but the textbooks had long since been shoved aside. Instead, you’d ended up tangled in his sheets, trading lazy jokes and teasing jabs. Kuroo, ever the smug captain, grinned down at you from where he was propped on one elbow, his messy black hair falling into his golden eyes.

“Think you can take me?” he challenged, voice low and playful as he gave your shoulder a light shove.

You shoved him right back, harder than expected, and that was all it took. Laughter bubbled up between you as the play fighting began. He grabbed your wrists, trying to pin you, but you twisted and pushed against his chest, both of you rolling across the mattress. Kuroo’s strength was obvious—he was manhandling you with ease, lifting and flipping you like you weighed nothing.

“Got you,” he growled triumphantly as he finally pinned you beneath him. Your arms ended up intertwined with his, wrists crossed above your head, fingers locked together in the struggle. You were both breathing hard now, chests heaving. Kuroo’s body pressed heavily against yours, warm and solid, his thighs bracketing your hips. His eyes on you as he stared you down, strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

For a second, neither of you moved. Just heavy, ragged breathing filled the space between you. Then, with a low groan, Kuroo crashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was messy and heated from the start—teeth clashing, tongues sliding desperately. He kissed intense, focused, and completely consuming. You moaned softly into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss until your head spun. His grip on your intertwined hands tightened for a moment before he released them, sliding his palms down your sides.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured against your lips, voice rough. His hands roamed freely now, tugging at the hem of your shorts. In one smooth motion, he peeled them down your legs along with your top, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Kuroo pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dragging slowly over your body like he was memorizing every curve.

“Shit… look at you,” he breathed, eyes hungry. He drank in the sight for a long moment, chest rising and falling.

Then, with a swift tug, he yanked his own shirt off over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his body—broad shoulders, big, defined arms, and those sharp abs that flexed with every breath. You couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers reached up, trailing lightly over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the lines of muscle.

Kuroo hissed sharply at the touch, muscles twitching under your fingertips.

You flinched back, startled. “S-sorry—”

He laughed, low and warm, catching your hand and pressing it back against his chest. “I’m just playing, babe. Feels good. Don’t stop.” His voice dropped, teasing. “Unless you want me to stop touching you?”

You shook your head quickly, and he grinned, leaning down to capture your lips again. But this time his mouth didn’t stay there. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw, your neck, then lower—along your collarbone and down your legs , slow and deliberate. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making you squirm, before he worked his way back up. When he reached your chest, he deftly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside.

“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. He licked and sucked greedily, tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand kneaded the other. You arched into him with a gasp, fingers threading through his hair as he left dark hickeys blooming across your soft skin.

“Tetsurō… ah—!” you moaned, the sensation sending sparks through you.

He hummed against your flesh, the vibration making you tremble. After a while, one of his hands slipped lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your underwear. His fingers found your slick heat, teasing your entrance before pushing inside—first one, then two—curling just right.

“Fuck, you’re so wet love,” he groaned, pumping them slowly while his mouth found yours again in another heated kiss. You moaned loudly into it, hips rocking against his hand. He pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, eyes gleaming with mock sympathy.

“Aww, poor baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with teasing affection as his fingers curled deeper. “Making such pretty sounds for me. Does it feel that good? You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.”

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you tried to hide it behind your arm, turning your head away. “Shut up…”

Kuroo chuckled darkly, catching your wrist and gently pulling your arm away. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your palm softly while holding your gaze, his fingers never stopping their rhythm inside you. “Don’t hide from me. I love seeing you like this—all flushed and needy because of me.”

The intensity in his eyes made your heart race. He kept fingering you until you were panting and whimpering, then finally withdrew his hand. You watched, dazed, as he sat back on his knees and shoved his pants down, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard. He stroked himself a few times, hissing through his teeth at the relief.

“Ready for me?” he asked, voice husky. You nodded eagerly, and he positioned himself between your thighs. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a deep groan. His head fell forward, forehead pressing against yours as his big biceps caged the sides of your head, muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself up.

“Shit… so tight,” he growled, breathing hard against your skin. “You feel incredible.”

He started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first that had you moaning with every roll of his hips. He was so big, stretching you perfectly, hitting spots that made your toes curl.

“Tetsurō—oh fuck, you’re so big,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

Your moans seemed to unravel him. His pace quickened, thrusts growing harder and more desperate. “Yeah? You like that?” he panted, voice wrecked. “Your moans sound so fucking pretty. Keep making those sounds for me, baby. I could listen to you all day.”

He drove into you again and again, the bed creaking beneath you, his heavy body pinning you down in the most delicious way. Every thrust pulled another broken moan from your throat, and each one only seemed to spur him on more, his control fraying as he lost himself in the feeling of you.

Kuroo’s hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. A guttural groan tore from his throat as your walls fluttered around his thick length. He held himself there for a moment, savoring the way you clenched around him, before pulling back almost completely and driving in again with a wet slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice low and strained right next to your ear. His biceps flexed on either side of your head, caging you in as he set a steady, deep rhythm. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight. Like you were made for this—for me.”

You could only moan in response, the sound loud and unrestrained as every thrust pushed the air from your lungs. He was so big, stretching you perfectly, the slight burn melting into overwhelming pleasure with each roll of his hips. Your nails dug into the hard muscle of his back, leaving crescent marks as you tried to ground yourself.

“Tetsurō—ahh! Slow down a little… you’re so deep,” you whimpered, though your body betrayed you by lifting your hips to meet his next thrust.

He chuckled breathlessly against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “Slow down? But you sound so pretty when I fuck you like this.” He angled his hips, hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. “Hear that? Right there. You’re moaning even louder now. Don’t lie to me—you love it when I’m this deep.”

Your head fell back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. Kuroo took advantage, latching his mouth onto the sensitive skin of your throat and sucking hard enough to leave another mark. His pace never faltered—long, powerful strokes that had the bed frame creaking rhythmically beneath you.

One of his hands slid down your side, gripping your thigh and hiking it higher around his waist. The new angle let him sink even deeper, and you cried out sharply.

“Shit—Tetsurō!”

“That’s it,” he growled, golden eyes dark with lust as he watched your face. “Say my name again. Louder. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Tetsurou—fuck, Tetsurou!” you gasped, using his name like he always loved during moments like this. Your voice cracked on the second syllable as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Kuroo’s grin was feral, fangs flashing for a second before he kissed you messily, all tongue and teeth. The kiss was filthy, matching the wet sounds of him moving inside you. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.

“You’re getting so wet,” he murmured, voice husky with mock sympathy again. “Poor thing… can’t even think straight with my cock splitting you open, huh?” He slowed his thrusts just enough to grind against you in slow circles, pressing right against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. Your cheeks burned hotter at the eye contact while he was still buried so deep.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice dropping an octave. He released your thigh and brought his hand between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, slick circles. “You’re gonna come for me soon, aren’t you? I can feel you pulsing around me.”

You nodded frantically, hips jerking against his hand and cock. “Yes—yes, please, I’m close… don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned. His thrusts picked up again, faster and more desperate now, chasing his own pleasure while pushing you closer to the edge. Sweat slicked his skin, making his defined chest and abs gleam as he moved above you. You reached up, running your hands over every ridge and plane, feeling the muscles flex and shift under your palms.

Kuroo hissed in pleasure at your touch, eyes fluttering for a second. “Keep touching me like that and I’m not gonna last,” he warned, though the way his cock twitched inside you said he didn’t really mind.

The pressure built unbearably fast. Your moans turned into broken whimpers, louder with every thrust. Kuroo’s breathing grew ragged, his forehead pressed to yours as he drove into you relentlessly.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he coaxed, voice rough and commanding. “Let go. I want to feel you falling apart on my cock.”

The combination of his deep thrusts, his thumb on your clit, and that filthy encouragement finally pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you hard, walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name. Pleasure flooded every nerve, your thighs shaking around his waist.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” Kuroo groaned, his rhythm stuttering as your release triggered his own. “You feel so good—shit, I’m gonna—”

With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, hips jerking against you as he spilled inside. His big body shuddered above you, biceps trembling from the intensity. He kept moving through it in shallow thrusts, drawing out both your pleasure until you were both oversensitive and panting.

Kuroo’s weight settled more fully on you—not crushing, but comforting—as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His arms slid under you, wrapping around your back in a loose embrace while he stayed buried inside.

“Damn,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse and satisfied. A lazy, affectionate smile curved his lips. “You’re incredible, you know that? The way you moan for me… I could get addicted to that sound.”

You let out a tired, breathy laugh, running your fingers through his messy hair. “You’re heavy, Tetsurou.”

He chuckled but didn’t move right away, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone where he’d left a hickey earlier. “Five more minutes like this. Then I’ll get you some water and we can do round two if you’re up for it.”

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