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.
She had known loss and hardly any victory. Having relinquished care of that child to the inhabitants of South Korea, she should have known separation could have been a possibility. The Lord did not blame anyone but herself for that day; she should have been responsible, should have been more skeptical of the low activity of the Union. And now as time went on ever since that ruptured bond, searching for their whereabouts whenever she could --
-- How ironic would it have been to discover E on a rooftop not dissimilar from their very first meeting?
Yet she could not believe it, failure to process overwhelming her senses. The arm wielding Ragnarok dropped, the soul weapon dissipating as she made her descent to the roof slowly. Lips would part with no words to escape, and as the night wind blew her hair about her face, only a disquieted expression would fill the blankness of her face.
how the joestars act when they realise they have a crush on you ⋆˙
✮⋆˙ jonathan
Jonathan’s crush is painfully obvious. somehow he manages to become more of a gentleman than he already is — holding doors open for you, offering you his jacket when you’re cold, walking you home no matter how late it might be — he has to make sure you’re safe, after all! he’ll make sure to go out of his way to prove his feelings for you are true while still remaining polite. you’ll notice his feelings quickly, though, by the way his eyes soften when you smile at him, or how his ears go red when your soft hand brushes his. he really is a lovefool, especially for you.
✮⋆˙ joseph
it’s honestly a little hard to tell if joseph likes you that way with how he pretends it’s all a joke — flirting loudly, teasing you shamelessly and playing stupid pranks on you — but the moment you flirt back it becomes obvious how he feels. he’ll stumble over his words and suddenly become all clumsy, a far cry from his usual confident self. he just loves making you laugh and will do whatever he can to hear that sweet sound, but you don’t miss the way he scowls when anyone else gets too close or finds a way to make you chuckle the way he should.
✮⋆˙ jotaro
when jotaro has a crush, it’s subtle enough that one might not pick up on it right away — but anyone that knows him well enough will find that it’s obvious. he’s never too far — lingering in your space and standing closer to you than anyone else. he never complains when you rant, choosing to listen and maybe even give you advice, and he’ll wordlessly look to help you with anything like it’s nothing. honestly, he himself doesn’t realise it at first, but when he does come to terms with the fact that he likes you, he’ll get frustrated with himself — with the way his look always lingers a little too long, and how he gravitates towards you without thinking.
✮⋆˙ josuke
when josuke realises he likes you, he starts to find excuses to be near you at all times — walking to school and home together, movie nights at his place, inviting you to hang out with him and his friends. and they all notice how he smiles more when you’re around, how he laughs much easier and how he so desperately has to hide his blush when you get too close or compliment him. he just loves hanging out with you, and he doesn’t shy away from letting you know that, doing what he can to make you feel included and comfortable around him.
✮⋆˙ giorno
if giorno has a crush on you, he’s calm about it on the surface, but the way he acts towards you — the subtle and natural gestures — leave everyone assuming you’re a couple when you really aren’t. he studies you carefully when you aren’t looking, memorises your habits, your likes and dislikes, the way you fix your hair all without being asked to. he shows you his affections in the same quiet way: offering you things before you realise you need them, finding small (but respectful) ways to touch you, and making little flowers bloom around you just to watch your face light up. he may not be the loudest when it comes to expressing it, but his crush is deep and unwavering.
✮⋆˙ jolyne
jolyne is probably the most open of her feelings for you, alongside joseph — always finding ways to flirt with you so unapologetically — touching you so casually, teasing you and showing you that playful side of her personality that sometimes makes it hard to tell if she’s serious. she’ll always show you that she is, though, because she likes you knowing that she’s interested in you — especially when you flirt back with her. friendly or not, she adores having your attention on her, and she makes that very clear with how often she wants to see you and how frequently she calls you.
you and bf!choso were supposed to watching a movie, but you were far more interested in watching him squirm. (18+)
NSFW - overstim, sub!choso, dom!reader, mild praise kink, dacryphilia, gn!reader, edging, handjob. based off of some twt video i saw lmao.
it was just another peaceful night at home — the rain padding softly against the windows, along with the faint noise of some old romcom on the tv filling the otherwise dimly lit room.
well — that and the needy whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips.
what had started off as nothing more than an innocent movie night quickly turned south as your hand made its way down to choso's thigh as he sprawled across the couch — unable to keep your hands to yourself when your eyes settled on his pretty face, how relaxed and cute he looked watching tv, the soft chuckles that would occasionally escape his lips at a funny scene. so now, here you were — choso lying across your lap, his cock achingly hard against his stomach as your hand stroked it slowly, taking your time even as it twitched up against your palm, slick with your saliva and his pre. the two of you had been at it for some time now, to the point it was starting to feel sticky against his lower abdomen as it pooled up, his noises growing more pathetic as you kept going, kept denying his orgasms. you always did this—and he ate it up every time, relishing in the rush he got from letting you take charge, even if that meant his poor balls had to pay the price.
“oh—fuck,” he practically whined from the overstimulation, his hips rutting up desperately regardless because he just couldn’t stay still anymore. not when it felt so good. not when you were smiling at him so sweetly like you weren’t literally torturing him right now. “baby, p-please—please…”
god, the look on his flushed face was hot, and you swore you could see tears starting to prickle at the corners of his half-lidded eyes. honestly, you almost felt bad refusing to let him cum, especially when he was being so good for you.
almost.
“please what, cho?” you asked him with that innocent hum in your voice like you didn’t know exactly what he was asking begging for. it was almost cruel how you looked into his eyes with that cruel, hungry stare, and how it had him letting out another breathy moan that made you chuckle. he was wrecked and you were loving every second of it, and he was so fucking into that. he barely had time to consider his opinion on masochism before he was choking on air again at the feel of your thumb tracing his leaking slit, swirling around it slowly, painfully so.
“please, need to—haah— need to cum,” he mewled, his head thrown back against the pillows as he found his words die following the sounds of pleasure ripping from his throat. still, you couldn’t give it to him that easily. you had to tease him more.
“hm? what was that?” choso groaned in both a mix of sexual frustration and raw pleasure as he heard your words, hating how you were making him wait but also unable to deny the way his stomach flipped upon feeling you press your hand harder against him, stroking him rougher than before and still not allowing him any release. how much longer did you want him to beg for? his balls were tightening up and aching to just come already, and he had been whining for so long that he was certain he’d wake up with no voice tomorrow. that didn’t stop him from playing into your torturous demands, though. if choso was being honest, he’d probably do anything you asked him to. how could he not when you always treat him so good?
“please—please let me cum. c-can’t anymore,” he threw his head up weakly to meet your gaze, his eyes begging for mercy as they struggled to stay open and as his legs started to twitch alongside his hips. “i-i’ll be a good boy—so, so good for you…just let me—ngh—oh, let me cum…”
and with moans as sinful as that, from a face so completely fucked out and desperate, you just had to give in, leaning down to press a soothing kiss to his sweat-sheened forehead to which he let out another breathless sound, still on-edge because he wasn’t fully certain of it, but he had the feeling you would finally reward him for his patience. for letting you have your fun.
“okay, baby,” you murmured, lips tugged into that half-warm half-amused smirk, which, paired with your affectionate gesture and that gentle tone in your voice, had his eyes rolling to the back of his head before he even had time to process your decision.
such a guttural moan was torn from his lips that if anyone else was in the house, they’d think you had murdered him, his hips rutting wildly up to the warmth of your hand that now felt much more comforting than two minutes ago. his cock twitched once, twice, before ropes of white, sticky cum spurted out of his angry red tip, painting his own pale stomach, and even his chest, in his own release. he couldn’t seem to care, though. not as you stroked him through it, caressing his pulsing heart with words of praise. not as your thumb carefully wiped away one of the tears rolling down his cheek as though you hadn’t been the one to do that to him in the first place. but that didn’t matter either, clearly, because his face was still nuzzling into your clean hand like some attention-starved puppy, still coming to his senses after being edged for so long.
“f-fuck…” was all choso could manage to spit out, his voice cracking slightly, eyes fluttering shut as he basked in the afterglow of the sweet release he had been chasing. he could feel you shift beneath him, hands caressing his thighs in that grounding way you knew he adored. god, he loved you.
it was then, however, that he felt something warm and wet and all too familiar against his skin — his eyes snapping open just to see you licking a strike up his abdomen, cleaning off a splatter of his cum there like you were doing him a favour, and his breath hitched at the sight — at the way your eyes looked at him like a predator playing with its prey.
“b-baby…?”
oh, he was screwed.
this is my first time writing and uploading smut, and it's also not proofread so i'm deeply sorry if it's shit i lowkey feel like a chud and wanna die ok bai.
you and husband!gojo get a little too wasted and well...
cw: smut, p in v, cunnilingus, blowjobs, alcohol consumption + drunk sex, established relationship, pet names (baby, sweets, angel), backshots, creampie, dirty talk, very mild tiny breeding kink, unprotected sex, not proofread.
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you knew it was a bad idea — letting satoru drink. letting yourself drink. but then again, it was a special occasion, right?
after spending most of the day teaching a bunch of teenagers and fighting off cursed spirits, you deserved a break. a chance to really let go. so this friday, when shoko suggested to your close circle of friends that you all head out to a club for a change, how could you say no? it would be a nice distraction from work and it had been a while since everyone found themselves free on the same evening. having a few drinks wouldn’t kill you anyway. stress and curses definitely could.
it had started off pretty tame. you getting all dolled up in a dress that made satoru whistle, the fabric hugging you just right. a quick peck to his cheek as he bought the whole group drinks that made shoko gag and utahime’s nose scrunch. subtle touches as the club played your favourite songs.
a few more drinks in, however, and that had all changed. considering he was the world’s biggest lightweight, it didn’t take long for your husband to find himself slurring his words and tripping over his own two feet — and to your own surprise, you had managed to end up in a similar situation. subtle touches had turned into grinding against each other on the dance floor, your mind more than hazy thanks to both the alcohol and the cigarette smoke wafting like fog around the already suffocating room. his touches weren’t helping either — big hands gripping your waist protectively as you danced (ahem.) together, your hips rolling back against his, making him grunt and nanami back far away somewhere into the crowd, probably looking for the others.
“fuck,” he muttered, barely audible if you weren’t so close to each other, and when you turned your head to look over his shoulder his eyes were, of course, glued to your ass as you moved it. you couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of him like this — cheeks dusted a soft pink, eyes glazed over from drinking more than he could handle, his chest rising and falling in deeper waves as his grip on you tightened.
His hips rocked against yours in time with the bass, the force of it rattling through your spine — and then you felt it.
Oh.
“y’re fuckin’ killing me, sweets,” he huffed as one of his strong arms straightened you up and brought you flush against his chest. the other then joined it, wrapping around your waist in a possessive manner, keeping your body as close to his as possible while he peppered soft kisses to the side of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder. he always got so filthy when he was drunk, and honestly so did you. it was like all the alcohol in your blood swam straight south and suddenly all you could think about was kissing him senseless.
well…maybe a little more than that too.
clearly, he was on the same page too, breathing in your scent in a way that would have earned him a shove from shoko if they hadn’t lost the others to the pile of bodies dancing on the floor. “smell s’good baby,” he sighed into your skin, deliberately dragging his hips against yours once more to let you feel just how badly he needed you. a sigh of your own escaped your glossy lips at the sensation of the thick bulge in his pants grinding against your ass, and you reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging tight enough to make him hiss as you muttered to him.
“i want you.”
the next however long had passed were all a blur to you. all you knew is that you had never left a place so early, thumbs struggling to type a text that read ‘gong home ghgs. im tieeddf :)))’ to your groupchat as satoru practically dragged you to the taxi he’d called for you both. it had been torture trying to keep your hands off of each other the whole way their so as to not traumatise the driver. but the moment you stepped foot into your apartment, barely having time to lock the doors behind you, all restraints were lost to the wind. lips crashed against lips in a matter of seconds — the two of you extremely uncoordinated and extremely messy — both of which only turned you on more. it was desperate, depraved and animalistic how your tongues fought against each other for dominance, and you could taste the need mingling with the lingering taste of tequila on his tongue.
hands were groping wherever they could reach. yours trailing down his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he groaned into your lips. his squeezing at your waist, then your hips before one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass like he was grounding himself more than anything. like he might die if he didn’t get you now. after what felt like forever, your lips had parted to allow you both the chance to breathe properly, yet before he could make some comment about how good you look all breathless like you were, he was stunned to silence as you dropped to your knees before him.
“s-shit, baby,” he gasped out, a sound bordering on a chuckle at how eager you were, and also how stupidly sensitive his dick was right now. the moment it was freed from the confines of his pants you had to bite back a moan. his already leaky tip was an angry red colour, a stark contrast to the pale skin of his base where tufts of neatly trimmed white hair resided.
it didn’t take long for you to wrap your lips around him, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the warmth of your mouth once your head began to bob along his length, taking in as much as you could while trying your hardest to not choke too much, which even after so many years, proved difficult. a large hand found its way into your hair, tangling in the strands and gripping them a little too tightly, making you hiss in both pain and pleasure. “fuck— m’sorry, haah..” the alcohol appeared to make it hard for him to control his own actions as precisely as he would have liked to, so he really didn’t mean to tug so harshly, but you found yourself enjoying it either way.
“god…y’re shooo good,” satoru moaned almost pornographically, his head tilting back in pleasure as you took him so well, voice starting to raise an octave or two until he was almost whining. “c-can’t take..anymore…” his grip on your hair became tighter, more desperate now. as badly as he wanted to hold back, his hips jerked forward on instinct to rut into your mouth, chasing his release with less than subtle pants until finally a load of his warm cum filled your mouth.
“fuu–uuckk!” his hips stilled once he came, giving you a chance to breath and swallow it down — to which the sight of you doing so made his cock twitch in delight on your tongue before your lips slipped off of him with a filthy pop! he was salty and a little bitter and far too addicting for his own good, the taste adding to your already inebriated state in some filthy way, making you want more.
before you could think to speak, however, satoru was pulling you up to your feet and dragging you to the couch, both of you stumbling over yourselves and the air thanks to the dizziness that came with drinking far too much too soon. eventually, though, you had managed to get to it safely, satoru pushing you down clumsily onto it so he could crawl over you. “look at you,” he bit back another groan as he took in the sight of you below him — flushed face, mascara running a bit from taking his cock so thoroughly, and your lips, god, your lips. all pink and swollen from stretching them so wide around him. the look in his eyes was dangerous yet equally adoring, like he could eat you alive if he really wanted to.
oh, and he wanted to…
“so fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” he almost growled as his lips found your neck and started trailing the sloppiest kisses down the column of your throat. you could hardly take it — having him on top of you like this, tugging aimlessly at your dress. helplessly. like he was expecting it to just disappear. you went to open your mouth to speak but you must have blanked for a second because when you began to offer to take it off for him, you realised it was already gone, discarded on the floor next to his pants and boxers. his lips had moved too, no longer on your neck but instead teasing the soft skin just above your breasts in your lacy black bra that drove him wild.
the familiar feeling of a rough finger slipping below your matching panties made you whimper again, and by the sounds of it, made satoru’s breath hitch once he made contact with your more than wet cunt, surprised to find it already dripping for him. “so wet f’me…” he sighed against your skin, kisses trailing sinfully lower once more until he was settled between your thighs, holding them open for him so he could press a sloppy kiss to your cunt. your fingers found purchase in his already messy hair, tugging at it whilst he made out with your pussy like he was starved for it.
“t-toru– oh god, i’m close!” you mewled, the sound of his slurping growing louder, and he almost seemed more desperate for you to cum than you were, which drove your already inebriated brain wild. even more so when his lips latched around your swollen clit, sucking at it whilst his tongue worked the rest of you. your orgasm crashed over you so suddenly you barely had time to process it, your whole body going limp once the familiar tingling sensation began to fade off.
when your eyes fluttered open again, you were met with the sight of satoru pressing one last, almost childish, kiss to your core before lifting his head up to wipe his chin — that was currently glistening with your arousal — with the back of his hand. “taste s’fucking good.” he grunted as he sat up, sitting you up too so he could pull you onto his lap. and the way he looked up at you, tender yet headily, was fucking addictive. “could eat that–your pussy alllll day, sweets.” of course, his words were still slurred, maybe even more now that he had gotten a taste of your sweet nectar, but you could hardly tell with how dizzy you were yourself. how the room was spinning and how his hips rolled languidly to feel your ass against his cock — already torturously hard again and twitching for attention. for you.
you seemed to have different ideas, though. it occurred to you that you felt on the verge of dying of hydration what with all the alcohol you’d consumed and the sex. he whined in frustration when he felt the warmth of your body escape his lap to get to your still quivering legs, offering him an apologetic yet equally lopsided smile. “thirsty.” and of course he didn’t complain too much when you left because even while drunk his top priority was his wife’s comfort. but he also didn’t complain ‘cause there was no rule against kitchen sex.
so while you poured yourself a glass of water, feeling so much relief for the cool liquid hitting your tongue, you didn’t think much when satoru approached you from behind, arms resting on your hips, and his lips pressing the softest kisses to the nape of your neck. this innocence lasted for maybe two seconds before he was humping your backside like a dog in rut, panting like one too. like his dick would fall off if he didn’t get it inside you this second.
“c’mon, angel– bend over f’toru…” he pleaded in that raspy voice he always got when he found himself drunk and horny like this. naturally, being drunk and horny too, your body complied without anything besides a hum, letting him bed you over the kitchen counter and line himself up with your still very wet hole. “shit, she’s still crying for it.” he croaked, eyeing the way you clenched around nothing while he tried his best to nudge the head of his cock in. it proved to be quite a challenge in the state he was in though, hitting everywhere — your thigh, your labia and even your ass — except for where you wanted him the most. it made you giggle hearing his huff of frustration, to which he paused for a moment before suddenly thrusting into your tight heat, turning your laughter into a broken moan real fast. satoru let out his own sigh of pleasure once your warmth enveloped him, staying still for a moment to let himself catch his breath before he passed out from how overwhelmed he was by the buzzing feeling in his blood and the way your pussy had him reeling.
“d-don’t laugh,” he murmured, his voice all strained as he pulled his hips back until just his tip remained before slamming in a lot gentler than he normally would have, still feeling all light on his feet and a little drowsy. still, that didn’t stop him from rutting into you at a frantic pace. everything felt so good. too good. you could feel him in your stomach, your womb, your veins all at once, and you were sure you would pass out with how deep he was hitting you — all your senses heightened. hypersensitive. by the sounds of his own broken moans and whimpers, you were sure he wouldn’t last long either.
“taking it—taking it shooo well.” the grip he had on your hips was bruising, sure to leave indents, like he was holding on for dear life as he did his best to push you both to an orgasm. it was all so messy, so unhygienic for a kitchen (though you’d worry about sanitising everything tomorrow), and the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass as he took you was rivalling the shlick shlick shlick! of your cunt trying to keep him inside every time he pulled back to deliver another clumsy thrust into your g-spot. “y’re so greedy, huh?” you had no clue if he was talking to you or your pussy at this point, and either way you had no energy to try and decipher it. your mind was a blur and the only thing on it right now was cumming around him. feeling him cum inside you. he had a habit of babbling sometimes when he was particularly needy, so he probably didn’t even know what he was saying himself. “oohhh god—wanna live inside you baby. never— I never wanna leave this pussy…”
satoru was a fucking mess, and honestly with how you were digging your nails into the countertop like it’d do anything, so were you. your moans became higher in pitch and much louder at just the sound of his voice, not fully understanding what he was saying, but knowing by the tone and his faster, more urgent rhythm that it was praise. “sa–satoru! oh my—ahh!” you were sputtering with shattered breath, nerves on fire and skin beginning to heat up impossibly. “wan’ it..need it inside—nghh!”
satoru let out a noise somewhere between a choked sob and a whine at your words, his head thrown back again as he clenches his jaw to stop himself literally crying out in pleasure. “what was that, angel?” he was almost desperate to hear you confirm what you said, needing to hear it so that he could finally let go. “what d’ya want?”
a part of you felt you should be slightly embarrassed to repeat something so lewd now that he had put you on the spot like that, but that part of you was sound asleep somewhere in the back of your mind right now, and you couldn’t care less about what he wanted you to say so long as it meant you could finally finish. “s-said I want you t’cum,” you repeated with a gasp when you felt him throb inside of you. “cum..cum inside me!”
those words had officially sent him over the ledge, losing all composure as his hips jerked into you once, and then twice, before he was spilling copious amounts of cum into you with a strangled groan of your name. it sent shockwaves through your own body, a cry of your own falling from your lips as you came undone — walls fluttering around his cock to milk him for every drop of his seed that you could. like your pussy was starved for it. you were a trembling mess, hardly registering the moment he pulled out. nor the moment he draped himself over you, peppering the gentlest, albeit wettest, kisses to your back. or the moment you passed out in exhaustion.
before you knew it you were met with the feeling of sunlight kissing your skin, yet you felt freezing for whatever reason. uncomfortably so. not only that, but your back was all sore and — where the hell was your pillow? the only thing you could make out before your eyes adjusted was the familiar weight of satoru draped over your chest, and when you attempted to sit up, it woke him up, too.
“mmh, five more minutes, baby,” he grumbled in that groggy way that would have been charming if your eyes hadn’t looked around to find yourself on the fucking floor. and in the kitchen no less. what the hell even happened? “satoru, get up,” you hissed, trying your hardest to push him off so you could get to your feet but it was hard when he was literally just muscle and you were incredibly weak still. plus your head was throbbing. how much did you even drink?
your husband let out a groan of protest, but obliged anyway, his own blue eyes fluttering open and he paused when he realised the position they were both in. naked. covered in their own juices. on the kitchen floor. “how the—” he scratched his head almost comically, but nothing was funny considering there was literal cum on the tiles by the sink. “well shit.”
you don't really know why you did it. perhaps you just wanted to rile him up like he always does you. especially after that dumb argument where it felt like he wasn't taking you seriously at all.
whatever the reason, satoru was far from pleased when he'd noticed you laughing just a little too loudly with one of the TAs in the staff room. he was even more displeased at the playful swat you'd given him, chuckling a soft "you're so funny!" despite knowing satoru were right there.
he knew you were just letting this flirting go on to piss him off. that it didn't mean anything. but god did it make his stomach churn in distaste to see you acting like this with another man — especially after you had practically been ignoring him all day.
he couldn't just let you get away with it.
the second you both returned home after work, you hardly had time to take your shoes off before he was looming over with that quiet, smoldering presence that felt suffocating in the silence of your unusually tense household.
"you're just going to ignore me?" satoru finally spoke, his voice low. almost menacing. "you know what you did."
you felt a chill run through your body at the accusation — not necessarily out of fear — but moreso uneasiness at this sudden tone. one he never usually used. "what're you even talking about?" you muttered, playing coy. "don't tell me you're acting jealous."
the scoff he gave you was when you realised you fucked up. "so you do know." reaching out, he took your chin in his grasp and forced your face to look at him clearly. "i don't care who you talk to, but it's different when you've been ignoring me all day just to flirt with some other guy." if you could see behind the blindfold you're certain his eyes would be locked onto yours with interrogation.
"i wasn't flirting," you retorted, trying to move your head out of his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold on you. "he was just funny. maybe if you were funnier—"
"oh, i can be real funny, sweets."
it turned out his idea of funny was vastly different from your own.
you hardly remembered anything after he'd thrown you onto the couch, yet now your clothes were a messy pile on the living room floor as satoru had you bent over his lap. two of his long, thick fingers were working you, scissoring your cunt open as you mewled at the stretch, walls clenching around him like they could stop his unfair pace.
"c'mon, give me a laugh baby," he grinned as he watched you squirm, your face buried in the couch pillows, already sensitive from the other orgasms he had denied you of. satoru's lips curled into a frown at the lack of response, tutting as he pulled out his fingers to deliver a slap to your ass cheek, making you jump and whine at the loss of friction yet again. "still ignoring me, huh? not very nice..."
he sighed, leaning back against the couch like he had nothing better to do, eyes raking over your panting, needy form on top of him. "and here i was thinking laughter was the best medicine for arguing couples."
as revolting as his one-liners were, your brain was too scrambled to hear anything but 'i'm not touching you' and for someone so close to an orgasm, that was probably the worst thing you'd ever heard. next to that one liner maybe.
turning your head over your shoulder, you could hardly make him out through your bleary eyes, frustrated to tears with how desperate you were to cum. "satoru..." you puled, a cry for mercy that only gave him a smug grin. "what's wrong baby?" he sneered, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes. "wanna cum?" a finger slid down to your pussy again, followed by another to spread your slick folds apart, a short huff of amusement escaping him at the sight of your stretched out hole throbbing for him.
you nodded your head yes before you could even think about speaking, hips jerking at the sudden touch, an air of urgency with each heavy breath you took as you craved his touch somewhere deeper. "i dunno...why don't you ask that guy from earlier?" satoru murmured, disregarding your need entirely just to tease you. "he'd probably do a better job than me anyway."
the whine you let out was pathetic — so entirely feverish that for a second, satoru almost took pity on you. "what's that? use your words, sweetheart." you'd kill him after this. you were sure of that. for now you had no time to feel embarrassed, fingers clawing at the fabric of the couch in anguish after being left like this for so long — empty and utterly delirious. "want you satoru! p-please!"
"awh, isn't that cute~" he cooed in that condescending way, making your stomach flip as he delivered another spank to your ass with his free hand. "my baby wants me now." without further stalling, his fingers slipped back inside, tearing a moan from deep in your chest out of you, legs shaking slightly with a mix of relief and bottled up tension still aching inside of you with a need for release. his pace was far from gentle or slow, fingers curling just right to hit all the spots he knew you like, evident in how you clenched around him like you were keeping him from pulling out again. satoru felt he himself could moan at how hot it was to have you like this.
like every time before for what felt like hours already, your noises became breathier and much higher in pitch as you neared your orgasm again. "n-need to cum toru—" you cried out in frustration, the sound resembling a growl as that hunger inside craved to be satiated at last. "please! c-can't take anymore—oh my god.." his free hand groped at the globes of your ass as you begged, humming as though considering a difficult decision. "do you deserve it though?" satoru preened, tilting his head in a cocky manner. "i mean— after you were so rude to me earlier...do you really think—"
"ohmygod satoru i can't—" you sobbed into the pillows, certain that your tears were staining the fabric by now as you sniffled into it. "i'm sorry okay? i'm..angh!..s-sorry!" as much as he'd love to tease and torture you for longer, be could tell you were at your wits' end by now, especially with how you were trembling and thrashing around like you'd die without release.
"ehhh, i forgive you," he hummed, bringing his thumb down to rub at your puffy clit, making you choke in pleasure as you finally clenched around him a final time, orgasm hitting you almost violently, so much so you were seeing white. you didn't even realise you were gushing over satoru's fingers and lap, some of it even falling onto the couch beneath you as you shook with satisfaction.
"told ya," satoru just chuckled, pulling his fingers slowly out of you and landing a final, gentle pat to your reddened ass. "i'm hilarious."
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
Hii🎀I just came across your blog and if it's okay i'd like to request bucciarati gang x flirty fem! reader headcanons, thanks!!🫶🏻
i love love love this request and i hope you like it! part 5 gang are my favs 🥹🥹
CW: does contain some suggestive content, but nothing 18+ or nsfw. fem!pov only.
බ bruno
by now, bruno’s grown accustomed to your flirty personality, yet he still handles you with far more composure than he feels. he’s surprisingly patient with you, never reacting dramatically, but he’s far from unaffected by you. he notices everything, he’s not daft — the way you bat your lashes up at him, how you’re always standing far too close, your lingering touches against his arm. you’re far from subtle in your flirtations, and to your delight you’re met with a knowing look from him — stern yet failing terribly to conceal the mild amusement that swirls in the depths of his eyes as his lips curl into a faint smile, telling you everything you need to know.
still, there are times when he can’t help himself — when you decide to push your luck a little with that look in your eyes that tells him you’re up to no good. he’ll scoff, muttering a low “you’re pushing it,” with such authority that it has your stomach doing flips. regardless of what he says, though, one of his hands will find their way to your waist, pulling you just close enough for him to get a good look at that playful smile of yours, the way your lips part ever so slightly. it catches him a little off guard, but truthfully, he enjoys your confidence and the way you lean into his touch like you’ve got him right where you want him.
බ abbacchio
abbacchio is much harder to get a reaction from, ‘cause he’s always playing that stupid indifferent role that leaves you huffing and has your expression twisting into a frown. you try your hardest to get through to him — always showing up at his side, letting your fingers twirl a strand of his hair as you both sit at a cafe, even going as far as to trail one of your fingers down his chest just to get absolutely nothing more than a huff of dry amusement through his nose. you would think he was impossible, but the moment you start to back down, he changes your mind with a lazy grin that can only be considered wolfish, as though entertained by your struggle.
“where are you going? thought you couldn’t get enough of me?”
he’s more into your flirting than you realise, it appears, because he’ll tug you closer and make you repeat every stupid line you were trying to fluster him with while he holds you firmly in his lap — getting a sick sense of enjoyment seeing your cheeks dust pink because he’s glaring at you so intensely that you can’t help but to squirm.
බ mista
mista is ridiculously into your flirty attitude, grinning ear to ear the moment he sees you approach him and lean into it, firing it right back at you with zero shame. it’s almost oddly casual the way he responds to your presence — throwing an arm over your shoulder, holding you close enough to his side to mutter something suggestive to see your reaction — though the moment you flip it around on him with a teasing bite of your lip and an equally flirty whisper, he’s a mess. Laughing way too loud, ears bright red as he’s rubbing the back of his neck like he’s unsure what to do with himself.
he can’t deny that he loves the attention, though. the moment your voice rings through the air with that familiar lilt of his name, he’s puffing his chest out, bragging, trying to impress you — even as the rest of the gang watch him with sly snickers. He doesn’t care as long as your focusing on him though.
when you decide to get a little too bold, lowering your voice to that sinfully sweet tone as you lean in to whisper something to him, he just can’t hide the way his breath hitches — nor the way he takes a quick glance at your cleavage — before breaking into a crooked grin, uttering a strained “you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
බ fugo
fugo is pretty clueless when it comes to being flirted with, despite his intelligence, but when he does catch on to your intentions when you’re complimenting him with that smoky look in your eyes, or teasing him for being so oblivious, he is definitely the type to get flustered easily by it all. his words get stuck in his throat when you tug on his tie, gentle but firm enough to bring him a little closer as you murmur a playful “c’mon, fugo — surely you’re not that slow?” and it takes all he has to compose himself — his eyes darting everywhere but to your face as if that will somehow calm his rapid heartbeat.
he’ll try to deliver the same energy back, but he’s not all that great at expressing these kinds of things, so instead you’ll notice it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, or how his eyes often find themselves glued to you as though lost in thought — especially after you wink at him from across the table at lunch as your lips wrap around your straw.
and now he’s choking on his food.
බ giorno
similar to bruno, giorno doesn’t seem all that affected by your flirting — your sweet giggles at everything he says, the way your eyes roam over him shamelessly, and brazenly flirty words coming off as endearing more than serious to him. when he eventually does catch on to your true intentions — that you mean every word and gesture — he subtly begins to follow in your footsteps, letting his hands linger on your lower back when he guides you somewhere, looking at you with half-lidded and unreadable eyes like he’s trying to tease you, and speaking to you in that dangerously smooth way.
“this necklace…” he’ll murmur some time, his fingers brushing against your collar bone so lightly as he touches the chain that it almost makes you sigh, and you realise he’s not even looking at the jewellery as he speaks. “it suits you.”
and he’ll smirk when you look up at him through your long lashes, when your hand rests on top of his before shifting to lock your fingers together. he finds this whole thing fun, yet he finds you equally alluring — just enough to chuckle softly and squeeze your hand in return.
බ narancia
oh, narancia…
he behaves almost like a touch-starved puppy the moment your hand finds his hair, leaning into your touch as your fingers take their time running through his raven locks, murmuring to him something about how soft his hair is — how he’s just “too sweet” and he doesn’t bother hiding the way his eyes light up at every word. he can’t even get flustered because he’s too busy clinging to you — grinning too wide and practically purring at the way your nails scratch his scalp, the nape of his neck, before you pull your hand away.
narancia can’t flirt for the life of him, but he tries his best anyway — blurting out compliments about how pretty you look, how he adores your presence — all without thinking. he doesn’t even realise how touchy he’s being, tugging at your sleeve and leaning all his weight against you until you chuckle at his eagerness and cup his face to get him to quiet down.
“are you always this cute, nara?”
the nickname alone makes him melt, and before you know it his voice is cracking as he tries to muster up a response.
