[tojisno1bbg]

𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐸 🪷 — 18+┆she/her┆sleep-deprived law student┆Toji fushiguro’s no.1 gooner dark content, angst, fluff, smut jjk, bnha, record of ragnarok, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, knb, demon slayer, viral hit, WMMAP no discourse kofi

[ichigf]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, denji recording u

camera's rolling. flash from denji’s cracked iphone screen throws jagged light over your bare thighs as you straddle his lap, sweat-slick and grinning like a demon’s girl. he’s spread on the couch like he owns it—shirtless, jeans shoved down to mid-thigh, the bulge of his cock twitching with every breath.

you’re already grinding on it, bare pussy leaking down the length of him as he aims the phone up between your spread legs.

"say hi, babe," he mutters, voice hoarse with arousal, that sharp canine grin splitting his face.

your voice is low, sultry, dripping with shameless heat. “you better be jerking off to this later, denji. i want you to cum watching me bounce on your cock.”

he groans, thumb sliding over the screen to zoom in—tight on your soaked folds grinding over the head of his dick, teasing, making him throb under you. “shit, that’s so fucking hot. look at that pussy. she’s drooling.”

you press your hands to his chest, nails digging into the muscles as you slowly sink down, inch by inch, his cock spreading you wide, your slick walls squeezing around him like a vise. “f-fuck, denji… you’re stretching me so good—”

“yeah? moan louder. wanna hear you beg. gotta make this shit go viral.”

your hips jerk down hard, bottoming out on him with a wet slap, and the camera shakes in his hand from how fast he snaps up to meet your thrust. the whole couch rocks with the impact. his other hand grabs your ass, squeezing hard, spreading you for the lens.

“that’s it,” he hisses through his teeth, sweat glistening along his collarbone. “ride me like the fucktoy you are, babe. fucking slutty pornstar.”

you roll your hips, fast and filthy, the wet squelch of your cunt riding him echoing with every bounce. you look straight into the lens, eyes lidded, lips parted in a cock-hungry smile. “this is my fuckin’ video, huh? this how you wanted it, baby?”

denji groans deep and low. “this is better. fuck—bounce that ass. make me cum just from watching this later.”

the camera dips, gets a perfect angle of your tits bouncing with every thrust, your nipples hard, glistening with sweat. you grab them, squeeze, pinch, moaning louder now, totally lost in it.

“you like this pussy?” you pant, voice cracked, soaked with want. “tell them how tight it is, denji. tell them how much you fucking need it.”

he pants into the mic, cock twitching inside you. “tightest fucking cunt i’ve ever been in. fuck, it’s so wet—i’m not gonna last. fuck, fuck—ride it, ride it—make me cum, bitch.”

your movements get harsher, sloppier, the slapping sounds louder. “cum in me. fucking fill me up and film it. i want everyone to see your cum leaking out of me, denji. want them jerking off to it. want them jealous.”

the way he growls your name is pure feral. his hips snap up hard, thrusting into you, making you cry out as his cock pulses, thick and twitching deep in your cunt. and then—the warmth floods you, ropes of cum coating your insides, dripping around the shaft still buried in you.

he’s panting hard now, still filming as your body trembles, juices running down your thighs. you slowly pull off, his cum dripping in thick globs from your stretched hole.

he groans like a man possessed.

the video ends with your fingers scooping up the cum, licking it off slow, eyes on the lens.

denji moans behind the camera. the phone clicks off—but only after he mutters, “i’m gonna watch this every damn night.”

[holeforzenin-deactivated2026032]

─ ACCIDENTS HAPPEN.

cw - dubcon-ish in the beginning bc you thought Megumi was Toji, Megumi is 19, reader is early 20s, brief toji x reader. This is meant to be silly tbh

You’re half-asleep and needy, wandering through the hallway in nothing but one of Toji’s old hoodies—baggy, worn soft, and smelling exactly like him. You know he just got home, you heard the door close, and heard the heavy footsteps heading to the couch. So naturally, like any good girlfriend, you’re crawling into his lap before your brain’s even awake.

You straddle him without thinking, mumbling something sleepy and slurred like, “Mmm, missed you…” while nuzzling your face into his neck. Your hips start shifting slowly, rubbing your puffy cunt right against the half-hard bulge that’s already tenting in his sweats since the second you sat for friction. “Need you s’bad”.

And Megumi—poor Megumi is completely frozen underneath you, wide-eyed and horrified as your bare thighs squeeze tight around his lap, locking him down in place while your warm heat presses down on his thick erection, grinding down so deliberately he can feel the outline of your pussy dragging over his cock—making him rock-hard and pretty much straining to get out of his pants and into you.

He hisses lowly and gulps because he can feel how warm and damp you feel through the thin fabric. The big tent of his dick is wedged right between your swollen folds, digging into you and practically throbbing against your pussy, and it’s so snug and tight he can barely think. He knew if he allowed this to get any further he might regret it for the sake of him and his father.

“What the hell!” he manages to choke out.

You pause, head snapping up slowly, blinking blearily at the familiar dark hair, the scar, the hoodie you definitely gave Toji this morning—and then it hits you all at once.

This is not your boyfriend.

“M-Megumi??” you squeak, scrambling back in a panic as if the couch is on fire. “What the—Why are you wearing his hoodie?!”

Megumi scrubs a hand down his face like he wants to peel it off and crawl into the wall. “I was cold! I didn’t know you were gonna—God, why would you think I was—?!”

You clap your hands over your face, absolutely mortified. “I thought you were himmmmmm—!”

And just as you both sit there in shared horror, you hear Toji from the kitchen.

“The fuck is going on in there?” And he sounds pissed.

Toji walks in with a paper towel in one hand, a half-eaten protein bar in the other, still chewing. His eyebrows are furrowed, hair messy from work, hoodie sleeves pushed up. He stops dead in his tracks at the sight of you scrambling off Megumi’s lap like you touched a hot stove, face red and hands flailing.

Megumi looks like he wants to die. Toji just blinks, slowly.

“You good?” he asks, voice low and suspicious. “Why’re you looking like a damn deer in headlights?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. You’re vibrating with shame, clutching the hem of his shirt around your thighs like that’ll undo what just happened.

Toji squints at Megumi, then at you. Then back to Megumi.

“What happened…”

“N-Nothing,” you blurt way too fast.

Megumi’s mouth opens—then closes. He doesn’t know how to explain that your soft thighs were just wrapped around his lap and you were moaning into his neck while leaving little snail trails of your slick that steeped through your panties onto the crotch of his sweats like 20 seconds ago.

Toji raises an eyebrow. “Why’s she acting like that then?” he looks at Megumi, dryly curious. “She looks like she just got caught cheating”.

“I—I thought he was you!!” you finally blurt.

Toji freezes mid-bite. “Huh?”

“I thought you were on the couch, and he was in your hoodie, and I didn’t look, and I was sleepy and—!” You groan into your hands. “I humped your son, Toji!!”

“Jesus Christ,” Toji mutters, rubbing a hand down his face.

Megumi groans and practically curls into himself. “I’m gonna move out”.

Toji finally sighs like this is the most exhausting part of his day. “You mean to tell me you couldn’t tell the difference between my lap and his?” He’s smirking now, licking protein bar crumbs off his thumb. “Damn. I know you’re dumb when you’re horny, but shit…”

“TOJI!”

He just shrugs. “Don’t worry, ‘Gumi. She only humps things that smell like me”.

“I’M RIGHT HERE”.

“Uh huh. You gonna shower or you wanna finish what you started—with the right person this time?”

You make a noise somewhere between a whimper and a scream as Toji laughs, loud and obnoxious, already tugging you by the back of your neck towards the bedroom.

Leaving Megumi standing there, clutching the hoodie with a huge boner in his pants.

———

Later that night, Megumi thinks he’s safe. He’s in the kitchen, hoodie long abandoned, face still faintly red hours later, trying to rinse out a mug in peace but peace is never an option in this household.

Toji walks in, shuts the fridge with his hip, cracks open a beer, and leans against the counter like he’s settling in for a chat.

Megumi freezes. Immediately suspicious.

“What?” he mutters, not looking up.

Toji takes a long sip. “You popping wood under my girlfriend today?”

Megumi chokes on air. “WHAT?!”

Toji smiles shamelessly. “C’mon. Don’t act like I didn’t see you hiding it with that ugly-ass pillow”.

“That’s not what—!” Megumi slams the mug down. “She sat on me!”

“Oh, I know.” Toji looks way too entertained. “Lil thing was grinding on you like you were a damn teddy bear”.

Megumi groans, gripping his hair. “I’m gonna kill myself”.

“Relax”. Toji shrugs calmly. “Not like you wanted it”.

“Exactly!” (He liked it though)

“Still got hard though”.

“Oh my God—!”

Toji laughs, loud and cruel. “Don’t worry, I’ll forgive you. S’not your fault your dick’s got no loyalty to your old man”

Megumi turns bright red. “Dude, what the fuck?! Stop talking about this!”

Toji raises both hands, still grinning. “Hey, I get it. She’s cute. Soft. Humps first, asks questions later”.

“STOP”

“To be fair, if I were your age and she crawled on me like that, I’d probably bust in my pants”.

“DAD”.

He claps him on the back, real fatherly-like. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna go fuck the memory outta her real good so she forgets the whole thing.”

Megumi stares at the wall like he’s trying to will his soul into another dimension. But there’s a foreign feeling buried deep within him that he can’t fully grasp.

[sunaskura]

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 | and you're the (un)willing victim MDNI

warnings: afab/fem!reader, aged up characters, basically non-con, canon yuji/sukuna body sharing, sukuna calls you little bunny/little girl and yuji kid, spanking, nasty dirty sloppy fucking, multiple positions, cream pie, yuji secretly enjoys every second

all was quiet in the tokyo dorms of jujutsu high. crickets chirped outside your open window, your blinds flowing softly from the steady breeze outside. your sleeping body was unable to fight the goosebumps that kissed your skin. the chill swept across your room, your nipples perking up beneath your button-up pajama top. despite the frosty draft, you're still blissfully asleep when the door to your room creaks open. the towering figure of your classmate and good friend yuji stalks towards you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. he sucks in a breath, hands reaching out to squeeze your breast over your shirt.

you stir, eyes blinking open to your friend in front of you. "yuji?" you ask, trying to wipe the haze of sleep from your eyes. when you move to sit up you realize the large palm resting on your chest and you immediately stiffen in alert. "yuu?" you ask again, hand going up to pull off his own. you can't see his face well from this angle and for a moment you think he must be sleep walking. "yuji... are you awake?" your soft voice stirs something deep in his body, an uncharacteristic growl suddenly emits from your best friends lips. it's then he moves to straddle you, pushing you back against your bed. you look up at him, the light emanating from your open window providing you some clarity. this was not definitely not yuji. "sukuna..." you said, barely above a whisper. you see him smile before you hear the low chuckle that comes from deep in his chest.

"i wasn't expecting you to be such a light sleeper," he tells you. his gruffly voice all but confirms that this isn't the sweet boy you've come to know. he's still smiling, his hand reaching up to trace down your neck before spanning across your collarbone. the feather light touch brings a shiver down your body, highlighting your already taut nipples. he doesn't even try to hide his roaming eyes that land on your chest. instead he begins to unbutton your shirt, starting from the top button. you don't dare move a muscle. due to yuji's physicality, you knew you didn't stand a chance against him. even if he wasn't the king of curses, yuji's muscles alone gave him the strength to pop your head like a balloon. with sukuna fronting, that fact became even more obvious than before. without yuji's softness, his body was a lethal weapon that caused your heart to thump heavy against your ribcage. "scared, little bunny?" he asks you, his hands still slowly making work of your top. the nickname makes you frown and his grin only grows. "little bunny..." he teases, leaning down into your ear. his breath is hot and all encompassing. yuji's lips graze your earlobe and sukuna says, "you get it? because your little heart is going thump, thump, thump," he emphasizes every syllable and your body recoils. his hands undo the final button and he doesn't bother to look when he pulls open your top. your nipples hit the frigid air but they're quickly encased by his hands. his tongue reaches out to lick your ear, the sound of his heavy breaths almost deafening. you're stiff under him while he savors the taste of your skin. something wet hits your nipples and you jump. "you like that?" he asks you, pulling off one of his hands with a sickening pop. he shows his open palm to you, a sickeningly long tongue lolling out. you cringe and he only laughs, reaching down to keep teasing your nipples with his hand-tongues. your stomach clenches, becoming queasy while he has his way with you. "aww c'mon little bunny. put on a show for the kid," your eyes shoot to his, almost like you're trying to see yuji behind them.

"he's there?" you ask, your voice shaking a little.

"where else would he be?" sukuna retorts, his filthy hand-tongues move to explore more of your skin. their spit glistening against your skin and you try desperately not to lose your resolve. you don't want yuji to see you scared.

"is he always there?" you ask him back, intrigued slightly by the thought. you had always just assumed yuji went unconscious when sukuna took over. clearly you had been wrong.

"always, little bunny," he breaths heavy in your ear again. his mouth moving to your neck. soft kisses line your skin. his lips gentle in a way you didn't think possible for the king of curses.

"why are you doing this?" it's a brave question, but while sukuna was feeling talkative you thought you'd give it a try. the all-too-familiar grumble in his chest comes back, finding humor in your bravery.

"teaching the kid a lesson," he says simply. going back to exploring you with his mouth, moving down to kiss between your breasts. his hands lower to your hips, gripping them and massaging the plump skin.

"a lesson in what?" you gulp, helpless underneath him.

"in taking what you want..." he pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes. "you think this was all my idea? i have much better things to do than think about fucking some silly little girl all day," he presses another gentle kiss on your breast before meeting your gaze again. "told him if he just fucked you he wouldn't be so pent up all the time," another kiss to your nipple this time. his tongue swirls around the bud and you don't know what takes over you when your hip bucks up into him. he notices, but he doesn't comment. "thought i'd do the kid a favor and fuck you good since he was too pussy himself," realization slams into you like a bus. yuji... likes you?

you snap out of it almost as quickly as you thought it. this was sukuna speaking. nothing he said was the truth. he was a curse, and not just any curse. the king of curses. deceit came as easily to him as breathing. wait... did he need to breathe?

"you're lying.." you tell him. he continues smooching your chest, one of his hands grabbing your tit roughly, giving him a better angle to suck it into his ready mouth. you have no choice but to watch as he bites and sucks. he finally removes himself once he feels satisfied.

"you got me. i'm lying," he laughs, but his face remains serious. "not about the yuji thing though. the kid definitely wants to fuck you," he muses. "but fucking you is doing me the favor. he's been giving me a serious case of blue balls with how little he gets. haven't had a good fuck since being trapped in this body." his hands suddenly rip down your pajama bottoms, the force causing your body to jolt.

"please," you begin to plead. realizing all too suddenly just how serious the situation was. he ignores you as he peels your thighs apart with little effort. "i'll call for gojo!" you threaten without thinking and he pauses, his dark expression growing even darker.

"do it," he sneers down at you, "what do you think that blue eyed freak will believe when he comes in here and sees yuji balls deep in your tight little pussy? that the big scary king of curses is wasting his time fucking a student? or that you and the kid are horny little brats who go at it in the dorms? answer. quickly," he barks and your mouth hangs open. the way those dirty words fall from his lips without even a stutter making you hesitate. maybe he was right. if gojo came in, he would relinquish his hold on yuji's body and you both would not only be traumatized, but probably expelled. you decided you had to be brave for the both of you. you wanted to cry, for yourself, but also for yuji. he must be so mortified watching this. you had to endure—for the both of you. you don't give sukuna an answer and he doesn't bother to press. he goes back to what he was doing; his thumb spreading apart your folds. "take a look at that kid," he grumbles. "you picked a good one. didn't know they even made pussies like this anymore," your stomach rolls but you don't show it. his thumb moves to push into your cunt, his long nail scraping painfully at your insides. you wince but sukuna doesn't acknowledge it. "so wet, little bunny. who's this for?" he teases. he pulls his thumb out, reaching it up to his lips and popping it into his mouth. he groans, eyes closed like he's savoring the taste. "taste that yuji?" 'know you've been wondering what she tastes like for a while now," you desperately want to know the other half of the conversation you can't hear. you know yuji must be tearing sukuna a new one for degrading you in this way. both his thumbs go to spread your folds open and he parts his lips slightly. soon enough, a wad of spit trails down before landing on your clit. "take notes yuji. you have to play with this little thing," he says, pointing to your little bundle of nerves with his dark nail. "most girls can't come without stimulation here," he lectures. he reaches down to toy with it and you can't fight the natural reaction that he pulls from you. your hips lift a little as he spreads his spit and teases your clit. "see yuji? they become putty in your hands," you grimace but your hips don't stop rolling. his freaky hand-tongue makes a reappearance and you begin to see stars. "that's it little girl," he mewls. you grit your teeth to hold back your whines as the long muscle works you better than any of your vibrators could. shame washes over you at the thought and you struggle to collect yourself. "you gonna come already?" he teases, your hips rolling into his disgusting hand, trying to get the perfect angle. the tongue flattens, licking a fat stripe up your cunt before circling your clit with just the tip. this time you don't have it in you to fight the moan that escapes your lips. the tongue works you almost to completion in mere minutes. you're huffing, face dusted red as you close your eyes. trying to hold a semblance of control. "she's going to cum yuji," he tells him, even though he can clearly see. you bite your lip, your stomach twitching as your orgasm lingers just below the surface. "you wanna cum, little girl?" he asks you, almost sweetly. despite the desire to say yes you shake your head. desperately gripping on to the little bit of dignity you probably already lost. "no? suit yourself," he says nonchalantly.

his hand pulls away, a string of spit and slick going with it. sukuna pulls yuji's hardened cock out of his pants and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the sheer size. his tip is red and drooling, the shaft longer than you thought possible. "please... don't do this," you plead.

"i have to. i'm only giving the kid what he wants," he tells you but you aren't sure you believe him. he says it so cooly, ignoring as you shake beneath him. "relax," he coos, "you're more than ready for it," you realize he's right as he slips right in. your cunt giving him little push-back. he groans so loudly you think someone had to have heard it. he pushes your thighs flat against the bed, the burn from the unnatural position almost distracting you from yuji's cock dragging against your walls. sukuna's eyes are glued to where you two connect and you swear a little bit of drool leaks past his lips. "you lookin' kid?" he asks yuji. "never seen anything so perfect in my life. fuck. this pussy was made for your cock," he's completely ignoring you. doing everything in his power to rile yuji up, you assume. frothy fluids quickly build at the base of his cock, the evidence of your arousal undeniable now. "'didn't know it was possible to get this wet this quickly," he says, more to himself. he's right though—in every aspect. you are freakishly wet, and yuji's cock felt suspiciously right buried deep inside you.

"are you almost done?" you wince after a particularly delicious roll. his hips begin to snap against your cunt meanly, yuji's cock bulging beneath your stomach with each thrust. when sukuna doesn't dignify you with a response, you assume the sudden roughness must be your answer. his eyes watch each bounce of your tits as he fucked into you with purpose.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" he groans, each snap loosening his own self control. "such a greedy little cunt," he grunts. "yuji? you've been awfully silent in there..." he says, still snapping into you with such force you feel like he's in your throat. "can't blame you kid. fuuuuuck," he pulls your legs up and over you, folding you in half without even pulling out. the change in position has you seeing stars. you don't stand a chance with yuji's cock reaching your cervix. his weight bearing down on you was a welcomed feeling. with each drag of his cock you lost yourself more and more into the feeling. your poor little pussy kept twitching from the beating she was taking and sukuna noticed each one. "you wanna come now? you gotta say it," he says to you. if he wasn't reaching places you didn't know existed you would be disgusted with his incessant need to make you admit just how badly you needed the release he was offering you. instead you meekly nodded, knowing you only had a few more strokes before you were done for. when he sees you nod, he pulls out abruptly, tossing you onto your stomach. he lifts your hips off the bed and you brace yourself for the new position. instead of sinking back in like you expected, he lands a punishing smack to your right cheek. you can't fight the cry that leaves your lips. "use your words, little bunny. or i'll edge you until you have no choice but to beg the king of curses," he lands another smack, angling to smack against your waiting pussy.

"ow!" you gasp. "please. please make me cum," the words leave your lips and so does all your dignity. but he's not done.

"who are you begging?" he asks you, and you furrow your brow in confusion.

"wha-?" you begin but he spanks you again, more harshly this time. definitely leaving a bruise.

"you know what i mean. are you begging me to fuck you, or the kid?" you aren't sure how to respond. you're scared if you say yuji, he'll switch back and yuji will be so mortified you won't ever get the release you've been needing for the past half hour. but if you say sukuna, you're not sure you want to deal with the consequences of that either. "times ticking," he grunts, growing impatient.

"i-i don't know," you admit and shockingly, he rubs your cheek soothingly.

"i-i'm gonna," you cry out, your back arching unnaturally as your orgasm hit you like waves against the shore. powerful, punishing, and never-ending. two strong hands gripped your hips impossibly hard, a foreign high-pitched cry filled the air followed by your cunt filling with cum. you could feel his cock bob with each heavy spurt of sperm he unloaded into you. you gasped at the overwhelming feeling of his hot load swimming inside of you.

"i get to chose then," he warns, but it sounds strangely promising. a few seconds pass. sukuna goes strangely silent before he suddenly buries into you from behind. you have to bite down on your hand to stop the noises that action pulled from you. he begins pumping into you with purpose. each rock of his hips causing your stiff nipples to drag across the sheets. his balls slapping rhythmically against your clit. there was something different about these strokes, though. they were rushed and unrehearsed, completely different than the rough pounding you were taking earlier. it almost felt.. romantic? it was unsettlingly raw but you didn't have time to question. you were far too busy focusing on your release.

as soon as he pulled out. yuji looked down at what he had done. his body shaking as he watched his jizz ooze out of your twitching hole. mortified, he collapsed in on himself. "yuu, you're back," you say, the sweet voice you've reserved only for him making its reappearance. "i'm so sorry yuji," you turn around to hold him, apologizing so sincerely it almost makes him sick. he doesn't say anything , letting you rub his back and coo at him. promising you know that he's not at fault. that that evil, wicked sukuna defiled you and that he was just as much as a victim as you were.

he could never tell you the truth though. that sukuna hadn't lied once and that it was him who wanted to be the one to finish you off. him who asked sukuna to switch the both of them. that he wanted, no needed to be the one to finish inside of you. claiming you with his powerful release.

[tojisno1bbg]

girl dad!katsuki who’s never the soft dad. he’s one to have firm expectations on her. she’s clever like him, with a formidable quirk and rarely ever disappoints him; but he’s always pushing her and wants her to be better than he was. he might seem uncaring through the way he never allows her to slack off or underachieve, but she’ll never be alone—Katsuki will always be watching and supporting her no matter what.

he boasts about his daughter whenever he gets drunk though, and everyone knows how much he loves her. she’s his pride and he internally celebrates her achievements as his “one day, she’s going to be even greater than me”

girl dad!katsuki who buys her dog as a birthday present (she’s been begging for months) and ends up being the one who takes care of it. the dog is more attached to him than her and she always scowl at him whenever it runs to him instead of her.

girl dad!katsuki who trains his girl for self-protection and secretly rubs the underside of his nose in pride whenever he gets called in to school over her wrestling an older boy for picking on her.

girl dad!katsuki who finds himself internally dissing Deku’s son when he found out his baby girl has a crush on the boy. he yells at her to maintain her distance whenever he catches her sticking too close to the Midoriya boy. they argue on the way home because his daughter is determined to marry him while Katsuki tells her to learn her ABCs and the child has to defeat him first.

girl dad!katsuki who’s extra protective over his daughter’s identity being revealed by the media. any media outlets claiming to have any information on her are immediately hit with cease and desist letters from none other than Ground Zero’s legal team. he’s infamous for overworking his both the pr and legal teams—deflecting attention with petty scandals and having no problems waging legal battles so to avoid his girl being revealed to the public.

he knows there’re people who are actively seeking to get him—jealous heroes or villains prowling for a crumb of his weakness (obviously his family) and he’d rather fight the whole world that let any one of you be in any position vulnerable to danger.

girl dad!katsuki who gets pulled into playing house with her dolls and gets kicked out of the game anyway because his barbie constantly picks fights with ken or attacks the other dolls.

[classyrbf]

toji putting you in a headlock while he fucks you. It was completely unexpected, truly. He was pounding your poor pussy, cock stretching you open while he pushed your head down into the mattress you. You’re drooling, mind completely blank as your body submits to him. You’ve completely lost count of how many times he’s made you cum, but all you know is that you need more. He’s so deep inside you, cock brushing against your cervix before pulling back and ramming into your g-spot.

He’s watching your ass ripple against his pelvis with a smirk adorned on his lips, your pussy clenching down on his cock, sucking him back in. “You still with me, baby? Or am I fucking you dumb?” He chuckles, pressing his cock deep inside you and holding it there.

“Fuckk!” You scream, eyes rolling back. You can feel every inch, every vein throbbing against your gummy walls. He slowly, painfully, drags his curved cock back out your sopping hole leaving you a whining mess when you feel the loss of contact. Your legs as shaking, completely uncontrollable while he just stares and laughs.

His calloused hand grips the flesh of your ass, spreading it to get a good look at your creamy pussy, your hole clenching around nothing, swollen clit begging to be touched. “Such a messy, greedy pussy. She wants my cock, doesn’t she?” He coos. “And you,” he positions himself behind you again, his weight pressing against you, “want to cum over and over,” his muscular arms wraps around your neck, holding you up and squeezing tight, “until you physically can’t anymore,” he huskily whispers into your ear, his leaking tip brushing against your folds.

Goosebumps litter your body, squirming beneath him as he chokes you with his bicep. “P-please!” You choke out, so desperate to feel him stretch you out once more. Inch by inch, he slips his cock inside you, achingly slow until he’s balls deep, his hips pressing against your ass. He draws his hips back before slamming back into you, balls slapping against your clit. “Nnngh!” You fist the messy sheets below you, holding onto dear life as you brace another harsh thrust.

He’s going even quicker now, leaving you no time to prepare further. Each thrust feels like the wind is being knocked out of you, him having you in a headlock isn’t helping the situation either, but being in such a helpless position makes your pussy wetter for some reason. You’re pinned under him just taking his cock while drooling like a stupid bitch in heat from how good he makes you feel. Pleasure strikes through your veins like lightning and the sheer high you feel from ecstasy has you ready to cum again.

“Look at you fucking drooling all over me,” he scoffs, breathing heavily. “You can’t even fucking think straight, can you? That’s all right, baby, I know my cock feels too good.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head like he isn’t fucking you ruthlessly.

“C-cummingg!” You squeak, your hand clawing at his forearm, shaking uncontrollably when your orgasm takes over. You’re almost screaming from how intense it feels, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling as a reaction.

Toji devilishly smiles, eyes wide and fixated on the white ring forming at the base of his cock, your pussy squelching each time he pushes back in and grips him like a vice. He feels you go completely limp, too weak to even hold yourself up. You just lay there and take it, baring your teeth while he uses you like his personal fleshlight. Knowing Toji, he can go forever, and if he knows that you, his girl, wants to cum until you can’t anymore, he’ll make it happen.

“Don’t give out yet, baby, this pussy still has a lot more cum to give me,” he smugly says, flexing his bicep around your head.

[tojisno1bbg]

subby, pretty boys who gets adorably clingy whenever he gets jealous. his possessiveness hates to see you interacting with other guys—much less smile and treat them as if they’re worth your time. he’s acting up like a neglected puppy when you try talking to him, attempting to act cold and nonchalant as if he’s not side-eyeing you to see if you even care.

subby, pretty boys who can never get mad at you for long. all you have to do is sweet talk and touch him until his indifferent front shatters into dust. hold his arm, press your body against his, peck his cheeks and then his lips.

subby, pretty boys whose back instinctively sink into an arch when you’re sloppily kissing him, tongues swirling in the air between the two of you and mixed saliva dripping onto your lap. goosebumps are peeking along his spine when your cold hands slip under his shirt and touch his sides, soft moans humming out of his mouth when your fingers teased around his nipples. his breath becomes heavier when you sink your thumbs against his hardened nubs, rolling and teasing until they’re hot and raw.

subby, pretty boys who’s peering at you with that pretty, needy gaze when you free his pulsing cock from the constrain of his pants. his tip is already moist with precum when your index finger glides over his slit. you make him beg to rub his shaft, ghosting touches over the angry, pulsing head of his pretty cock until he’s whining your name with a frustrated please.

subby, pretty boys who pathetically buck their hips into your grip when the craving for the stimulation on their leaking tip gets a little too overwhelming. he’s so, so cute! biting his lip in frustration, peachy hues dusting his puffy cheeks and cock hardening right in your hand when you force his eyes to meet yours.

subby, pretty boys who curses and cries and whines like a girl when you’re still milking him after his release. you’re taunting him with a dirty smirk on your face— “look at you, acting like a damn princess. weren’t you busy pouting just a while ago?” his feet are sinking into the mattress, loosening the taut bedsheets from the way he’s squirming and kicking his legs. and you love it—how his abs tighten and pretty chest jumps, heaving for air and salvation to the aching pleasure between his legs.

subby, pretty boys who curls into your arm, eyelashes prickly with tears from how you were toying with him. you kiss the pearls away, cooing at him and pecking his whole face until you see his lips curl into a little smile. he looks the prettiest when he’s gazing into your eyes like a schoolgirl with a crush—eyebrows cutely knitting and his watery orbs reflecting the light coming from you. you really can’t help but tease his sensitive cock again! wondering if you could make his tears roll this round.

okkotsu yuuta, inumaki toge, fushiguro megumi, todoroki shōto, midoriya izuku, amajiki tamaki, shigaraki tomura, hayakawa denji, kuroko tetsuya, kenma kozume, yamaguchi tadashi, agatsuma zenitsu, enmu

a/n: femboys hmu 💔 pleaseeeeee

[b0ther]

ain't even jealousy

you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.

pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323

author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.

Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.

Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.

“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.

Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”

“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”

“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”

You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”

“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”

She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”

“Don’t do this to me…”

“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”

“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.

“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”

You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.

“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”

“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”

She strikes a nerve with this one.

One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.

Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).

“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”

“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”

“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.

The point is! You hate him!

You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.

Aomine.

You shiver in annoyance.

Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.

You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.

Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.

He’s just a bully.

A damned bully.

And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.

“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”

You roll your eyes.

Yeah, right.

You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.

Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.

You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.

Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.

“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”

You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 

“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”

You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”

“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.

“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”

“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”

You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 

“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”

You decided to come along. Because of course you did.

It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.

And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.

But is he worth dealing with Aomine?

You like to think not.

Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.

It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.

“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.

And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.

That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.

To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.

“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.

“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.

You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.

That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 

And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.

He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.

“What are you doing here?”

You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.

Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.

“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.

“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I want to punch him.

“You own this roof or something?”

“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”

Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.

“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”

You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.

“You coming with us?”

His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.

“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”

“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”

He, in fact, does not fuck off.

Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.

He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.

Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.

You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.

“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.

He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”

The girl that ruined your life?

How can you forget?

You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.

Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.

You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.

“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”

You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”

He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”

“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”

Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.

“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”

“Want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.

A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”

“Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.

“A–Aomine—”

“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”

He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.

“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”

“W-what?” You whimper.

He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”

“You were the one groping my tits!”

“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”

Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.

He takes a quick glance at your expression.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“...Whatever.”

A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.

“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.

“What’re you—”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.

“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.

He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.

“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.

Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”

The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.

He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.

“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.

“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 

“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.

“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”

You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”

He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.

He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.

Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.

“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”

“Shut up…”

“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”

“Aomine—“

“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”

“Shut— shut the…”

You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.

“Aomine—”

His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.

“ F-fuck…”

Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.

“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”

Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.

“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”

Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.

“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”

He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.

“I was inside you just a moment ago.”

Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.

“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.

“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”

“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”

Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.

“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”

“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”

Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.

“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.

He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.

“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.

You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.

“Fuck you.”

[polaroidsex]

🜼 ⋆ toji fucking your thighs cause he thinks you’re not ready for his big cock — vigrin!reader.

your thighs are slick from how long he’s been rubbing his cock between them.

he’s not even inside you.

toji’s huge body hovers over yours, sweat clinging to the dips of his torso as he slowly rocks forward, his cock heavy and flushed, caught tight in the heat of your thighs. he’s fucking into the soft seam between them, not your pussy, not yet. but still grunting like it’s the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you pinned open. “feel that? how hard you’ve got me?”

you nod, trembling, lips bitten raw from how long you’ve been whining. it’s hot, humiliating, how soaked your cunt is and how it is untouched, and desperate because he’s been teasing you like this for minutes now, maybe longer. long enough that you’re crying.

he looks down at the mess of you, eyes dragging slowly from the flushed swell of your tits to the twitch of your thighs to the glossy, needy cunt just inches from his cock. he licks his teeth.

“you want it, huh?” his voice drops, all rough and sweet like he’s teasing a scared little thing. “want this cock inside that pretty pussy?”

“yes,” you whisper. “please.”

his mouth curves. but he doesn’t move to fuck you.

instead, he presses in deeper between your thighs, grinding against your slick skin. the fat head of his cock kisses the edge of your folds, then slides up again too big, too slow until you’re whining, hips lifting to chase him. toji presses you down with a growl.

“no, sweetheart. not yet, she’s not ready.”

you blink up at him, flushed and confused. “she?”

he hums, eyes locked on your cunt like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“your pussy,” he says simply. “she’s too sweet. look at her.” his fingers trace the puffy lips, the glistening slit just barely open from how turned on you are. “fuckin’ drooling for me, and i haven’t even stretched her yet.”

you feel heat crawl down your neck, your face. “toji—”

“you think she can take this?” he cuts in, grinding his cock between your thighs again. “baby, i’d ruin her.”

and god help you, the way he says it like it’s reverent. like it’s true. like he wants it more than anything, but he’s holding back because he knows you’re not ready. not yet.

“you think i wanna hurt her?” he murmurs, lowering his face until he’s speaking right above your cunt. “nah. she’s too fuckin’ perfect.”

he kisses the inside of your thigh, then glances up at you with a half-lidded smirk. “gonna get her ready, though. soft and slow. ‘til she’s beggin’ for it. beggin’ for me.”

and then he speaks to your pussy. like it’s a girl he’s seducing.

“yeah, you hear that? you’re not ready yet, sweetheart,” he rasps, sliding two thick fingers through your slick folds without pushing in. “but i’m gonna fix that. stretch you open real good. make sure you can take all of me. every inch.”

you whimper.

his voice lowers, throatier now. “bet you’ll be tight. bet you’ll suck me in and not let go. i’ll have to fight to pull out.”

his cock twitches between your thighs, and he ruts forward once, grunting.

you can’t even think, you can’t breathe and yet he leans in again, brushing a thumb just above your clit.

“not yet,” he repeats, breath hot. “but soon, baby. real soon.”