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[freakshou]

insecure!shouta with a gf who's "out of his league" (18+)

no matter how many times you beg your boyfriend to accept he's a wildly attractive man, he follows with self deprecating statements. that you're "too pretty" for a gruff bastard like himself, citing low standards as your reason for staying with him. he's too humble for his own good, a trait he picked up early in his life that snowballed into a burden of insecurities as an adult. but you're not into men who are selfish in the bedroom, the only occasions where he feels worthy of your love and devotion to him.

"just a little more." he smirks into your thigh, pulling your lower body towards the edge of the bed for a closer examination. fuck - your pussy is too perfect, better than anything he's imagined in his head and it's being offered to him on a silver fucking platter. "hand in my hair, now." his tone leaves no room for argument, but the intoxicating pleasure renders you incapable of speech. sure, there are men more attractive than him you could be entertaining - but none of them could worship your body as expertly, which is validating enough for him.

it irks him (jokingly) how you put together outfits that compliment your body perfectly whenever you're out in public. if a conventionally attractive man passes by, shouta's grip on your hand will tighten for a split second. "yeah, he was definitely looking at your ass. can't say i blame him, though." on date nights, he makes an effort to dress up and look presentable - similarly to how he would at press conferences in a tailored suit, hair slicked back and facial hair trimmed.

he's at his most irrational when making love to you - he's an underground hero who deals with the worst criminals on the streets, brings a damn sleeping bag to his lectures and exhibits a rough demeanor to the public. he doesn't deserve that dollish look in your eyes, how your irises sparkle and reflect upon his unfiltered gaze. "can't get enough of you, how fuckin' perfect my girl is. all i do is take from you, is that right?" you've conditioned your ears to tune his negative statements out, focusing intently on how his fat tip keeps slamming into your sweet spot.

you've literally ruined any other pussy for him. there's no way in hell he can lose you - he knows damn well that no other pussy can wring countless orgasms out of him like yours can. the mere thought of another man enjoying himself between your legs sends him into a violent head space. what's amazing about your pussy is how it fits his cock so uniquely, his pull out game so nonexistent that you had no choice but to go on birth control.

[dotlusional]

beauty mark | midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, pussywhipped!teasing!izuku yay, brat!fem!afab!reader, cunnilingus, porn no plot, reader has a beauty mark in the hoo ha, clothed sex

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: observant + annoying bf izuku eating out shy reader for the first time

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~340

“you got a beauty mark in here, baby.”

after vehemently refusing to observe izuku eating you out for the past five minutes due to shyness, your arm covering your sight lowers so you can glance down at him lying in between your legs, and you watch as his thick fingers spread open your drooling folds into the shape of a V. a shiver runs down your spine as he presses a chaste kiss directly to the mark before swiping over it with his tongue.

“what…?” you ask hazily, attempting to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “i do?”

“uh huh.” he takes another lick, the sound of your guys' bedsheets rustling as he adjusted the growing tent in his sweats. “you want me to take a picture?”

“uh, no—” you scowl. a whiny whimper quickly replaces the sound. “what the hell am i gonna do with a picture?”

“look at it,” he shrugs. “admire it. love it” — chuu — “that’s what i’m doing.”

he must be crazy, you decided, to think you were going to let him have documentation of you receiving oral for the first time — pajamas pants pooled at your ankles, shirt riding up your stomach, hands trembling, needy pussy spread open — on his phone. you shake your head, a breathy hiss escaping you.

“babe, can’t you just— ah — do it without the comments? it’s embarrassing…”

izuku only lets out a simple hum in response. “bossy, bossy,” he muses. his lips wrap themself around your clit before giving the bead an obnoxious slurp. “i just think it's funny.”

“funny?” your brows scrunch. “why is it funny?”

your boyfriend merely laughs at your confusion and how you writhe underneath him. “cause’ it’s like— y’know that thing about how moles are the places where your lover in a past life kissed?” when you roll your eyes, the grin tugging at his lips deepens. “looks like someone was getting freaky.”

god, did he ever shut up?

“izuku,” you huff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. “don’t be weird.”

“alright, alright,” he concedes with a chuckle, “no talking with my mouth full, got it.”

[cinna-creme]

a/n: denki baby let’s make a home video 🙂‍↕️

“told you to stop sending me twitter porn, freak.” you scoot away from him in bed.

“babe we gotta try it.” he grabs your waist and scoots you back over. “what? you don’t like me all of a sudden?” he peppers kisses across your hot cheeks. “just watch it.”

he watches you open the link, the way you squirm, watching the girl hump against the guys abs. the way she moans, the way her thighs shake, the guy looking up at her like she’s hung the stars.

“let’s make our own.” he nudges his nose against your neck.

“our own what?” you purse your lips.

“video. of you rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” he starts to kiss the side of your neck.

“you don’t have any abs.” you close your phone, tossing it aside.

“shut up.” he chuckles. “you can ride my face after while i jerk my shit.” he nips at your pulse.

you push him back on the bed and push his shirt up and he’s quick to tug it off, watching with lidded eyes as you shimmy out of your sleep shorts. you straddle his waist, looking down at the phone he’s hold in one hand while the other his resting on the back of your thigh.

“c’mon pretty.” he flexes his muscles and that’s all the coaxing you need. “pull this shirt up for me.” he slides the hand on your thigh up, dragging the fabric of one of his shirts up your body.

he hums when you press yourself against his abs, lifting the shirt up to your neck in the process. you give an experimental grind of your hips and a soft moan slips from your lips. you press harder, fingers curling into the shirt you’re holding up. he flexes again, your breath catches as you follow the ripple.

“nghh fuck!” you gasp, perked clit pressing right against his hard muscle.

“feels good?” he looks up at you with a lazy grin.

you nod your head and hump against him faster, chasing that building heat in your tummy. he lets his hand on your waist slide up to your tits, kneading and playing with your nipples, pulling the softest sounds from your lips. he can feel how wet you’re leaving him and he squints his eyes with an idea.

“keep those eyes open.” he pinches your nipple, accompanied by a little zap.

“denki!” your mouth falls open when he gives the same treatment to your other nipple.

he drops his phone and grabs onto you with both hands, rubbing all over, stopping to send little shocks to your nipples that make you melt. you’re drooling, pleading, thighs shaking right on the edge, when you feel it.

“ahh! denk- denki please!”

electricity flows through his abs, through your slick going straight to your pussy and your hips stop, orgasm tearing through you as you soak his muscles. he keeps you moving until you’re spent and he’s pulling you up his chest.

“wha-?” you blink.

“sit on my face.” he pulls you down to his mouth.

[kamislop]

the hand that feeds you - s. hanta 18+ MDNI!!!

“he looks alright.”

“girl.”

“what!?”

you have no idea why or how you and hanta got so invested into this shitty youtube show you’re watching. the butts of the joints you smoked lying in the ashtray on top of the coffee table might be part of the explanation. you’re not so sure though.

“he totally looks like a cheater,” hanta drones on, slurping an obnoxiously loud sip out of his drink. “just wait for the reveal at the end, i know i’m right.”

“oh, but she’s just putting everyone in the red box!” you huff. “he’s tall, and he looks nice.”

“height isn’t everything,” he shakes his head. “did you hear what he said? he definitely doesn’t know how to treat a woman— ow, fuck!”

“you’ve got some nerve!” you laugh, lifting your leg away from hanta’s lap to kick the side of his thigh, almost making him lose his grip on the can in his hand. “literally your whole charm—” you throw up quotation marks with your fingers, “—is being tall. who the hell are you to talk?”

hanta grabs your ankle mid-air, forcing it back on his lap with a snort. “yeah, but i know how to treat a woman,” his thumb brushes your shin. “whose weed are you smoking and whose food are you eating, hm?”

you roll your eyes, lips curling into a pout before you hold out a hand. “i want another peach ring.”

he gives you a lazy grin and a raise of his eyebrow, muttering a teasing ”bratty girl” under his breath before reaching for the bag of gummies in front of him. he fetches a peach ring, but instead of putting it in your hand, he starts leaning towards you. “c’mon, say aaaah—”

you consider slapping his hand away, but eventually you give in, parting your lips. hanta’s holding the gummy between his thumb and pointer finger, and when you let your tongue roll out, you make sure to give his digits a nice lick, too.

the way the look in his eyes changes instantly is not lost on you, so you grin happily and lean back, enjoying the fruity flavor spreading through your mouth. the video drones on in the background, but you know neither of you is paying any ounce of attention to it anymore.

“what’s wrong?” you coo. “you’ve gone quiet.”

but hanta was never one to talk about how he feels - hell, the limbo of relationship labels you’ve in this whole time is the proof - he shows you, bringing those same fingers now coated with your saliva to his lips and sucking. something in your guts flips, your body betraying you immediately as your hole clenches around nothing.

now it’s his time to look smug. “what’s wrong? you should know better than to bite off more than you can chew.”

“ugh, shut up. you’re cringe now,” you groan, trying to hide how flustered you are. “and don’t tell me that got you hard—”

oh, but it did.

you watch him get up, carefully moving your legs away from his lap and back down on the leather cushions, then stop in front of you. you should be ashamed of yourself for getting literal heart eyes just by looking at the stupidly big print of his cock in his pants, but you also can’t help the spark of pride in your chest when you know you can get him worked up oh so easily.

“you wanna feel it?” he’s looking down at you, half-lidded eyes, staring into your own like he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants, wrapped around his finger. you can’t tell if it’s the cotton mouth, but your throat is suddenly parched. you can only nod.

and the bastard has the audacity to smile as his hand settles on the back of your head and pushes. right against his groin.

you’re a goner.

“hantaaa—” you whine, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweatpants, fat bulge pressing against your lips drawing out a needy moan. “mhm,” he drawls lazily. “lost all your big talk already, eh?”

his big hand guides your nose right along the ridge of his cock, the heady scent of something you can’t describe, something so uniquely him. your hands paw at his thighs for leverage, face nuzzling against his front.

“please…” you look up, cheek resting on his throbbing erection as you give him puppy eyes. and hanta isn’t exactly a strong-willed man himself, the warmth of a precum stain seeping through his boxers a dead giveaway that he’s just as turned on and desperate as you.

he pulls your head back, his thumb finding your lips and pushing in. “suck on this,” he murmurs. “if you’re good enough maybe i’ll let you have the real thing.”

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[mochaization]

𖦹 jealous nanami is a rare sight ⋮ fluff.

♯ a bit rushed bc i did it in a rush also ❤️☺️

Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.

possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.

but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.

Nanami preferred facts.

and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.

but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?

the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!

a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.

but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.

nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.

a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.

Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.

he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.

there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.

there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.

the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.

"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.

you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.

"There you are."

Nanami returned the smile automatically.

but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.

your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"

he met your gaze briefly before looking away.

the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.

you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.

"Kento."

"Hm."

"You're doing that thing."

his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"

"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."

you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.

"Did something happen at work?"

"No."

"Did someone annoy you?"

"Not particularly."

"Are you tired?"

"Always."

your expression only softened.

your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, talk to me?"

you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.

Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.

eventually, he said, "Who is he?"

you blinked. "...who?"

"The coworker."

your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

for several seconds, you said nothing.

then, "Are you jealous?"

Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.

your expression softened even further.

you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.

"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."

the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.

"There he is."

"I was here the entire time."

"No, you were somewhere in your own head."

you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."

his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.

"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"

a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.

"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."

"Did it work?"

"No."

you laughed. "That was unfortunate."

he laughed along with you. "It was."

the knot in his chest began to loosen.

not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.

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[mrsblaileen]

free use bsf!sukuna gets annoyed when you touch yourself. fem!reader, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni drabble. mlist

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You didn’t know what the dream was even about, recalling only the disembodied tangle of limbs and a slick warmth blooming low and hot in your belly.

All you did know when you were finally tugged back into consciousness was that you were panting, sharp humid breaths huffed into the crook of your drool slathered arm, and that you were soaked.

“Shit…” you cursed, whisper barely audible in the silent room.

Still drunk with sleep, you shifted, shoving an arm unceremoniously between the heat of your body and the couch cushions below, teasing downward until your fingers hit their target, and your eyes rolled behind fluttering lashes.

You grinded slowly, sinking back into that delicious fuzzy heat - listening to your own stuttered breaths and the crinkle of leather beneath you. Each creak sounded deafening in the still silence of night, and your pulse jumped with the shame of what you were doing and the vague memory of where you were.

Not that it stopped you, or did anything to cool the white-hot lust swirling in your belly. No, it only made you bite your forearm pitifully, a vein attempt to muffle the desperate little noises slipping free.

“Brat.”

Now that gave you pause.

You lay frozen in the dark, blinking wildly at the shadowed bulk on the couch opposite you, trembling hand still tucked into your slick panties. Maybe you’d imagined it, the gruff, familiar voice of your best friend curling out from the darkness.

But Sukuna wasn’t stupid, it wouldn’t have taken a detective to figure out what you were doing. Not with all the frantic breathing and the half muffled moans barely caught by the damp fabric of your pillow.

“Sorry,” you swallowed a thick, dry breath before you continued, “just needed to… uh…”

The lump on the sofa across from you began to shift, and you realised as your eyes slowly adjusted that he was rising to his feet, slipping free from the sheets with a low groan and a few muted cracks.

You followed suit, pulling yourself to your elbows before a sharp and disappointed tut made you stop.

“Stay where you are,” came the short command, “don’t move.”

After a moment of pause, you acquiesced and settled back onto your belly, arms outstretched to clutch your pillow beneath your chin.

Sukuna approached without another word, a broad shadow eclipsing your vision until you felt the delicate thrum of fingers dancing along your lower back.

“Hips up.”

Your pulse raced, that familiar sticky heat licking up your neck at the sternness of his tone. When you complied, he shoved a pillow beneath your hipbones, forcing your spine into a severe arch.

“Good.”

Thick fingers hooked over your waistband, tugging your sleep shorts down with little effort. You shivered against the cool kiss of air for only a moment before you were blanketed by his body heat as he settled into place behind you. There was the barely audible shuffle of clothing in the still silence before you felt him - the grind of thick inches pressed against you, hard and raw.

“Deep breath,” he murmured, waiting to hear the shaky pull of air from your lips before he finally nudged inside.

He sunk in slowly, let you map each pulsing vein stretching your tight heat until you felt the delicate tickle of hair at his base, and your eyes rolled back.

“Oh… S’kuna…” you breathed, a whiny little exhale slurred where your cheek was pressed against the pillow.

He hit deep like this, so deep that with each breath you could feel him poking incessantly at what could have been your stomach for all you knew. It was stunning, enough to make your thighs tremble and a spineless little moan escape you.

He gave no reply, just slipped out a few dizzying inches before pressing back inside with a wet sucking slap. He set a steady pace, not rushed or particularly delicate - firm and intentional, just like everything he did.

“Don’t know why you insist on touching yourself like that,” he grunted, head craned so that you could feel the puff of his breath against your sweat-soaked nape with each accusatory syllable, “when you’ve got a perfectly good cock right here.”

As if to prove his point, his thrusts slowed - firm deep pumps pulled all the way out only to sink back inside with a force that pulled a broken little sound from your throat.

His voice was low and serious, still thick with sleep as he worked you open with the practised roll of his hips. The weight of his words sent a little tremor of need through you, and you heard him curse when you clenched around his length.

“Didn’t -hn-… want to wake you…” you panted, tongue slipping on the words as your brain gave in to the fuzzy haze of pleasure beginning to settle over you.

Each nudge earned a sticky slap, heavy balls smacking against your creamy cunt as he took you apart, fucked you into the couch in a mean prone bone.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s yours,” He grunted, hips pressed snug into a mean grind that had little blinking stars dancing in the blackness behind your eyes. “So use it, whenever you want.”

His bluntness, alongside the kiss of his cockhead against your cervix made you writhe desperately, tenfold when with the next rock of his hips you felt the slick sheen of the leather sofa graze your tender clit.

Your brain was foggy, swirling with obscene images of waltzing into his room whenever you pleased, tugging down his sweats and settling down onto his fat cock like you belonged there, using him like a toy who’s only purpose was to get you off.

“You… hn-… you mean it?” You sniffled, cheek smushed to the side just to throw a desperate glance over your shoulder.

“Fuck, of course I do,” he growled, breaths coming a little frantic now, “I’ve said it before haven’t I? My hands, my mouth, my fucking thigh if you want.”

Knuckles dug into the couch cushions either side of your head, and his lips grazed your throat, the shell of your ear, the delicate hair curling at the nape of your neck.

“So I don’t want to see you touching this needy little pussy again. No toys, no fingers, no humping the goddamn pillow, got it?”

You buried your face between your arms and nodded limply, sinking into the sheets, feeling less and less lucid with each targeted buck.

“That’s a good girl,” came the last purred words before you finally tripped over the edge.

[buckyswishlist]

Attention → Monkey D. Luffy

Monkey D. Luffy x Fem!reader

Summary: Luffy just wants your attention, and the one thing he might like eating more than food, is you.

CW: 18+, smut, oral (fem reciving), squirting, use of the word babygirl. no use of y/n, use of the word cunt

Word Count: 1.5k

Song: Eat it - Megan Thee Stallion

Authors Note: In honor of season 2 coming out today! I wrote this in like 30 mintues so if there are any major mistakes i'm sorry! Anyways I hope you enjoy this and remember to let me know if you have any requests! xoxo

“Please baby…., pleaseeee, pretty please with a cherry on top!” the curly haired man squeaks.

“Luffy” you gawk out at the man in front of you, practically begging for your attention.

“What can possibly be so important right now that you have to interrupt me while I’m trying to document our last voyage” you scowl at him. You’re not really mad but there are times when Luffy gets so worked up that you need to tell him to dial it down. 

You can tell that your tone got to him because he looks a little defeated which, if you knew Luffy, never happens. 

“I….I just wanted your attention” he replies back to you and god you feel like an asshole. Your sweet, perfect, golden retriever boyfriend who quite literally looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky for him just wants your undivided attention. 

You let out a sigh “I’m sorry luffy, Nami has been on me for not finishing this sooner and I guess I just got a little stressed. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You have my full attention as of now” you smile at him, hoping he can feel how genuine your words are. 

As soon as the words leave your mouth he sports a suspicious looking grin on his face “you know what’s good for stress release?” he asks while moving closer to where you had been standing. Moving a piece of hair behind your ear he whispers “coming on my tongue”. 

Your legs practically give out when you hear the dirty words leave his mouth. Despite giving off the innocent energy that he shows the world, Luffy has never been afraid to tell you exactly what he wants, and that includes what he wants in the bedroom. 

“We…,we can’t, it’s the middle of the day. Everyone is up, what if they need you? Or worse, they hear us!” You gasp out, trying to hide the way your thighs just squeezed together to fight the urge to jump on him.

“C’mon babygirl, you know you want to. When’s the last time we’ve gotten to do this? I promise I’ll be quiet, and if you get too loud, I’ll cover your mouth. You can’t tell me you don’t want me to eat that pretty pussy. I want to, been craving it all morning” to seal his words, he places a light peck on your lips.

And god how can you say no to that? He’s not lying, you do want him. You always want him. And if he’s offering, you might as well take him up on it. 

“Fine, but we have to stay quiet and try and make it quick, I would be mortified if anyone found out we were doing this right now!” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to your shared bed. You don’t even need to look back to see that he has a wicked grin on his face.

“I can make you come in minutes with my tongue, don’t doubt me” he winks as he lays you down and shimmies off your shorts and underwear. Not bothering to take off your top. 

You can feel your heart sped up at the thought of your body being the only one exposed. It’s nerve wracking but also extremely hot. The fact that he wants to take care of your pleasure with nothing in return makes you unbelievably wet. 

Positioning himself on his knees, hands flat on the bed he places soft kisses on the tops of your thighs, darting his tongue out ever so slightly and licking wet lines across your flesh. 

Your breath hitches at the foreplay, Luffy now’s how to work you up. To get you to the point where you are begging for him, and before you practically yell at him for more, you feel his body shift so that he’s on his tummy and kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“Luff, baby, please” you rasp out, wanting to feel his tongue on you 

“Please, what babygirl?” He smirks up at you

“Please eat me out, want your tongue” you whisper, still aware that anyone could be listening. 

He doesn’t respond to your request verbally but he does blow a woosh of cool air directly on your cunt. Then licks a long stripe up your pussy. 

The contact makes you gasp, you want to close your thighs but his hand is practically prying them open. 

Fuck you wisper and bite your lip, looking down at the messy locks of hair in between your thighs. His tongue is now circulating the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck. 

One hand flies to your mouth to cover the noise that wants to come out and the other tangles in his hair, hoping he gets the hint to keep sucking on your clit. 

He does, his sucks powerful and all encompassing. You feel so so good, he eats you out like a man starved. In the back of your head you think the one thing Luffy might like more than food is eating your pussy. 

He alternates between sucking your clit and licking all over your cunt, making a mess of himself. You can see his pretty brown eyes looking at you and this makes you moan. The fact that he’s so entranced by you, makes your blood boil in the best way possibles 

You feel his tongue enter your opening and you have to bite down on your fist to stop yourself from screaming. He’s practically drowning in your wetness, marveling in, the glimmer in his eyes show how much he likes it.

“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?” He questions, eyes looking up at you. His lips and chin shiny from your juices.

Nodding you tell him “I’m so close baby, just a little more” and it’s true, you are close but you never want this to end.

He smiles at you and dives back in, licking your clit like his life depends on it. You feel the familiar coil in your tummy start to tighten but also an unfamiliar sensation in your pelvis, a sort of pressure that almost feels like you have to pee. Before you can say anything, Luffy is flicking his tongue fast over your clit and you can’t even utter the words that you are going to come before you feel yourself clench down on nothing and a waterfall of liquid squirting out of you.

You have to be screaming, eyes closed shut, toes curled. Waves of intense pleasure coursing through you. Luffy continues to lick you through your intense orgasm. 

When you finally come down from your high you look down at your boyfriend mortified, you just fucking squirted all over his face and moaned so loud that the entire ship heard you.

Opening your mouth to apologize, Luffy lunges up and kisses you. Hot, wet, and messy. You can taste yourself on him. 

He’s panting when he talks “fuck that was so hot, did you know you could do that?” He questions.

“No I didn’t. I’m so sorry Luffy, that was so embarrassing. You just made me feel so good” your hands are now covering your face. 

Prying your hands away Luffy shakes his head “No, no, no, absolutely not, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, do you know how hard I am right now. I’m going to want to make you squirt every time now” 

You smile at him, really a man as good as Luffy could never make you feel embarrassed. He moves to grab a towel when there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Yall done in there? Lunch is ready. Seems like you both are going to need some extra energy” Sanji yells out following it up with a laugh. 

You let your head hit the backboard with a sigh “we are never going to live this one down are we” you ask 

“Nope! But hey, at least they know how good I can make you feel” Luffy says excitedly, not giving a care in the world that all his best friends know what you guys were doing. 

Honestly it was only a matter of time before they heard you. Next time you would be more prepared. Maybe it was time to invest in some better sound proofing. 

[weatherbane]

my anime wife <3

[weatherbane]

its almost my birthday i can give him big hairy tits if i want. as a treat.

[gojopied]

Put that away before I take it off

[rubyys-domain]

LUFFY who fucks his secret wife!reader on sight! and his crew finds out about you...the hard way.

DID YA MISS ME, BABY ?!

PLOT. on route to egghead, the straw hats make a quick stop at a lively island, only for luffy to wander off and unexpectedly reunite with you, his wife, a detail he never mentioned to his crew. spending the day together, you both finally act upon months of pent-up tension, while his worried crew stumbles upon a moment they were never meant to see.

WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, fluff, porn with some plot, post wano, no egghead spoilers, aged-up characters (luffy and reader are 21), established relationship (they're married), semi-public sex, getting caught, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, kinda ooc luffy (idk you be the judge of it), use of [name] for the reader, fem reader, kinda proofread haha.

CHARACTERS. MONKEY D. LUFFY

WC. 5.5k

masterlist

art creds: suaayen on ig (one of the best op artists)

Fresh out of Wano and low on supplies, the Straw Hats decided to make a quick pit stop when the opportunity arose.

The island didn’t have a name on any map Nami owned.

From afar, it looked anything but quiet. The crowded docks overflowing with ships, voices carrying loudly over the water, and buildings stacked tightly together.

Bright banners hung between rooftops, market stalls spilled into the streets, and narrow alleys twisted through the city like a maze built on noise.

Nothing about it suggested peace.

They could blame their recent encounter at Wano for their alertness.

Perhaps the adrenaline had yet to die out, but this island screamed distraction...which somehow made everyone more cautious...or, in Luffy’s case, more excited.

“SHISHISHI! Let’s go!” Luffy laughed, already halfway over the Sunny’s railing before they’d even properly docked.

“LUFFY!” Nami snapped. “You’re not-!”

Too late. He was gone.

Usopp groaned dramatically. “He’s going to get kidnapped one day. I’m telling you. One day.”

Zoro stretched lazily, resting a hand on his swords. “Who’s dumb enough to kidnap him?”

Sanji exhaled smoke, lazily examining the docks.

“Idiots exist everywhere, marimo.”

Either Zoro didn't pick up on Sanji's taunt, or he acted indifferent.

Robin smiled faintly, stepping onto the dock with quiet curiosity.

“It’s an interesting place. I didn't expect to see an island on route to Egghead."

"Me neither. It barely picked up on the log pose!" Nami chimed in.

"It seems harmless enough. I wonder what kind of history it holds.” Robin observes as she too gets off onto the docks.

Chopper bounced beside her. “Do you think they have new herbs?!”

Franky cracked his knuckles. “Or cola?!”

Brook laughed, light and airy. “Or perhaps beautiful ladies? Though I do not have eyes to see them, yohohoho!”

“DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,” Nami snapped, pointing at Sanji.

“I don’t need encouragement,” Sanji said smoothly, already walking off. “I have instinct.”

"Okay. Be on the lookout for Luffy! And don't overspend my money!" Nami orders.

"OUR MONEY!" Ussop complains, immediately shut down by Nami's glare.

They mutually agree to split off into groups so no other crew member wanders off.

Nami and Robin walk away, Zoro and Sanji right on the their trail as their usual banter ensues.

Ussop and Chopper run off with excitement, Franky showcasing similar enthusiasm.

Brook joins Jimbe in looking for supplies, the latter keeping Brook away from any women.

Within minutes, the crew scattered across the island, each pulled by their own interests.

And Luffy...

Luffy followed something else entirely.

He didn’t bother asking anyone where to go.

The moment his feet hit the dock, he was already pulled in by the noise. The kind that meant food and something fun waiting around every corner.

The stalls lined up one after the other with things frying, grilling, and steaming. The smell hit him almost immediately.

“Meat…”

He grinned.

Luffy pushed through the crowd without hesitation, weaving past people and slipping between stalls until he reached a long stretch of open vendors.

Skewers, fried snacks, stacked plates of things he didn’t recognize.

His eyes lit up as he leaned over one stall, then another, already halfway into asking for something before getting distracted by the next.

“Woah—what’s that? And that! Can I try that too?!”

The vendor barely had time to respond before Luffy’s attention shifted again, his gaze sweeping across the row;

And then stopping.

Not on food.

On you.

His lovely wife.

Someone his own crew didn't even know about.

It's not like he was trying to hide it. They just hadn't asked.

You were sitting on one of the small stools of a nearby stall, finishing up what looked like a snack, one hand lazily resting against the counter as you handed the vendor some money.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then the joy hit.

And his entire face broke into a grin.

You stood, brushing your hands together lightly as you thanked the vendor and stepped away from the stall.

That’s when he moved.

Fast.

His arms shot forward, stretching across the space between you in an instant before snapping back, pulling you straight into him.

“Gomu Gomu no—HUG!”

“Luffy?!”

You barely had time to react before he wrapped around you completely, stretchy arms tight and unrelenting, lifting you slightly off your feet with the force of it.

“Shishishi! [name]!!” he laughed, like it was the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

“Luffy!! Put me down-!” you huffed, but there was no real bite to it, your hands already gripping onto him like you weren’t planning to let go either.

Luffy pressed his face into your shoulder, holding you there like he needed to make sure you were actually real.

“I missed you,” he said, simple and honest, voice a little softer than usual with his persistent grin.

Something in your chest tightened.

“…it’s 3 been months,” you murmured, your hand coming up to the back of his head without thinking.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sooooooo long!!” he whines.

Pulling away from you, your feet touch the ground as he steps back, but not too far.

Never far.

His hands slid up to your face instead, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he looked at you properly now.

“You’re okay.” he said, almost to himself.

You let out a small breath. “…so are you.”

“Of course I am!” he grinned instantly.

And then, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was warm. Familiar. Like he didn’t need to think about it.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, giving you the same smile before leaning back in.

Then again. And again.

“Slow down-!” you tried to protest, but it came out more like a laugh as he peppered your face with kisses, completely shameless in the middle of the street.

People spared a few glances here and there, some judging, others just smiling in fondness.

“…Luffy,” you said, but you were already smiling.

He laughed softly, pressing one more quick kiss to your lips before finally easing back, though his hands didn’t leave you.

“I haven’t seen you since I left Rushikwanya.” he said.

“Rusukaina,” you corrected.

“Yeah!”

“You didn’t even say goodbye properly.” You pout a little, Luffy's personality definitely having brushed off on you during the 2 years you had spent together.

“I did!”

“You waved and ran.”

“That counts!”

You huffed, but it faded quickly.

"I'M HUNGRY!!" He complains against your cheek, as you sigh.

"Let's go eat. We have loads to catch up on."

"YAY!!"

You had known him before the sea had claimed him.

Before he became a name whispered across oceans.

Before any of his bounties and titles or impossible feats.

Back when he was just a boy in a small village, loud and reckless and full of dreams too big for the place he came from.

You weren’t part of his world in the same way Ace or Sabo had been, but you had been there.

You shared a quiet bond, something the two of you were too young to understand back then.

When he left at 19, you didn’t stay behind for long.

You weren't chasing him. Rather, staying had never been an option for you either.

You became a traveler. Moving from island to island, following curiosity instead of purpose; stories instead of maps.

Your paths barely crossed, Luffy having already moved on to the next island before you had even set foot on it.

You had better luck running into Ace before you even reunited with Luffy.

It was a short meeting, but it had felt nice to be in a familiar presence. Especially since Ace often acted as an elder sibling to you.

During your departure back then, Ace had left you with a small piece of Luffy's Vivre card, knowing you had grown eager to see him at least once.

He had even promised to treat the two of you if all three of you ended up crossing paths together.

Which is why it had hurt terribly when the news of Ace's death reached you.

Even worse that it had been the premise of your long awaited reunion with Luffy.

Luffy had already been residing at Rusukaina for about a month at that point, training rigorously with Rayleigh.

Hancock had not been shy while showing reluctance to your arrival, but she could barely retort when Luffy held you for hours, sobbing into your shoulder.

That had been the only day he took a rest from training, preferring to be in your company and helping you settle in.

After that, forming a relationship had come easy for the two of you. Falling asleep in each other's arms, watching him train, tending to his wounds, sharing stolen kisses.

You hadn't even hesitated when he asked you to marry him in passing. It was another quiet evening when he asked you in conversation, and you agreed.

The two of you married quietly with the help of Boa Hancock (much to her disdain).

No ceremony, no dress, no extravagance. Just two rings and a feast.

And when the two years had come to an end, Luffy had tried one last time to recruit you, only to be met with rejection.

He had just grinned in understanding.

You didn't join him to his trip to Saobody, despising that place.

Rather, you stayed at Amazon Lily for approximately two weeks, planning your journey ahead.

About 3 months later, Luffy's name flooded the papers.

3 Million Berries. An Emperor Of The Sea. His new appearance. Defeat of Kaido and Big Mom.

You had so much to talk about, but no means to do so.

He didn't have a personal Den Den Mushi, nor did you know his ship's contact.

The Vivre Card had long been forgotten somewhere, so your best bet was to predict the Straw Hat's future route.

Although you weren't excited to go to Egghead, you knew there couldn't be any other destination for the Straw Hats.

You had stopped at this island because the ship from Wano only went so far. For Egghead, you would have to get on another ship.

But now, you couldn't be happier to have finally met Luffy. It had saved you a trip.

Walking beside him, he keeps your hand intertwined with his.

“You got taller somehow.” you say, studying him now that the initial rush had settled.

“I did?”

“Yes. And bigger.”

“I’m strong now!” he said proudly.

“I can tell. You almost broke my ribs.”

He laughed again, that same bright, careless sound. “SHISHISHI!”

You gain a smile before losing it a moment later.

“I saw your new bounty,” you added.

“Oh yeah?” he said, completely casual. “It’s big, right?”

“Three Billion Berries, Luffy.”

“Yeah! I am an Emperor now!”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “It's not just your bounty, Luffy.”

“Hm?”

“The picture.”

He tilted his head.

“You look… different,” you said carefully. “White hair. Different expression. Almost like-”

“Oh! That!” he perked up immediately, like you’d asked him something fun.

“That’s when I’m the most free!”

Your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, your steps slowing down without realizing.

“…That explains nothing.”

“It’s my form, I guess,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head casually.

“When I feel the most free, that’s what I look like!”

You stared at him, realizing that he had awakened his Devil Fruit.

You shook your head slightly at his familiar indifference.

“…You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Yeah!”

Somehow, the answer made perfect sense.

Most of the day had been spent eating and chatting. Your pockets had been drained (not that you minded) with the amount of food Luffy insisted on trying.

It was ridiculously late at night, streets empty and quiet. And Luffy was looking for something sweet to end his day.

"Nothing will be open now, Luffy. All shops have already closed for the day."

"But I want dessert!!"

"You should head back to your crew. They must be worried."

Standing in front of a closed bakery, he grins in sucess.

"My crew can handle themselves! They're super strong! You should meet them!" He says walking towards the door.

Clutching the handle, it breaks off in one swift motion.

"Luffy! Why did you do that?!" You shout in a whisper, evidently mad at him.

"Whatttt?? I will leave some money for them!" He whines.

"What money, Luffy? Your pockets are empty!"

"You're my wifey. So your money is my money! Shishishi!" He walks into the bakery and you quickly follow behind him.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as he digs through their packaged food.

You, on the other hand, shut the door and draw all the blinds, hoping to shield your husband's theft from any potential passersby.

You suppose you couldn't be too mad at his actions. He was a pirate after all.

The curtains were thin, allowing the moonlight to pass through it without any resistance.

You took a seat on one of the tables, watching Luffy scarf down his dessert of packaged puff pastries.

He sat on one of the chairs surrounding your table, holding out a pastry towards your face for you to have.

You eat it slowly, admiring your husband closely.

By the time you were done with your serving (which was like less than a minute), Luffy had exhausted all the bakery's puff pastries.

Finally, patting his stomach in satisfaction, he looked up at you.

"Where are you staying?" He inquired.

"There's an inn close by. Would you like to come with me? Or will you be returning to your ship?"

He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before slamming his hand on the table.

"Of course I'll come with you!"

You smiled. "Great!"

"Ah!" Luffy's eyes widen in joy, taking a closer look at your face.

"What is it?" You tilt your head in confusion.

And instead of answering, he bursts out into laughter.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! YOU HAVE FROSTING ON YOUR FACE! AHAHAHHAHA"

He laughed slamming his hand on the table repeatedly.

You burn with embarrassment and anger, placing your palms on your cheeks.

"Luffy! Stop laughing!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"Luffy!!" You were beyond irritated, wiping at your face to see if he was being truthful.

"Shishishi! You're so silly! You're not even close!" He stands up, giggling now, and he stands in front of you.

Before you can reprimand him, he leans in and takes a swipe at the corner of your mouth with is tongue.

"Got it~! Shishishi..." He teases excitedly, standing close to you.

You pout, hitting his exposed chest softly as he naturally makes himself comfortable standing between your legs.

Silence falls over.

Luffy doesn’t step back; he just stays there, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint sweetness still lingering between you both.

His grin fades into something softer.

He just… looks at you.

Like he forgot what he was doing a second ago.

“…You taste sweet,” he says, quieter now.

Your breath catches a little at that— stupid, simple words.

His hand comes up again, thumb brushing where he’d just licked, like he’s checking if he missed something.

He hadn't, but he doesn’t move away either.

And neither do you.

His grip shifts, fingers curling lightly at your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

He needs you closer.

"I reallyyy missed you. baby."

"Me too."

You lean into it without thinking, and that’s all it takes.

He pulls you in.

The kiss isn’t playful. It’s a little messy.

Maybe even a little too much.

You could tell he’s been thinking about it longer than he should have.

You exhale softly into the kiss, your hands finding his shoulders, gripping just slightly as you lean into him, closing whatever space is left between you.

He makes a small sound against your mouth, low, almost like he forgot where he was for a second.

“WHAT?!” Nami’s voice rang across the deck, sharp enough to make Chopper flinch.

It hit them all at once.

Luffy hadn’t come back.

Not after hours. Not after sunset. Not even now, when the island had gone quiet and the sea had settled into that slow, late-night stillness.

“…we forgot,” Usopp said slowly, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

Franky crossed his arms, frowning. “SUPER forgot.”

Brook tilted his head. “How unfortunate. Though, to be fair, our captain does have a habit of wandering off—”

“That doesn’t mean we just leave him out there!” Nami snapped.

Chopper’s ears drooped, anxiety written all over his face. “You don’t think he was really kidnapped, do you?”

“I highly doubt that, dear,” Robin said gently, resting a hand on his head. “Our captain is very strong. So don’t worry, okay?”

“But still…” Chopper mumbled, unconvinced.

Zoro, who had been leaning against the railing with his eyes half-closed, let out a quiet huff.

“If someone did try to kidnap him, I feel bad for them.”

Sanji exhaled smoke, brows slightly furrowed as he looked toward the dark outline of the island.

“Yeah… but he’s been gone a while.”

Jinbe, who had been standing near the helm, spoke calmly, his voice steady against the tension.

“Luffy is not one to be easily overpowered. However… it is unlike him to stay away this long without reason.”

That was enough to set Nami off.

She clicked her tongue, already grabbing her staff.

“That’s it. We’re not waiting around anymore.”

Everyone looked at her.

“We’re going to look for him,” she said firmly.

“Before he causes trouble, or worse, gets himself into something we have to fix. With MY MONEY!”

Sanji stepped forward immediately. “Of course, Nami-san. I’ll go with you.”

Robin smiled softly. “I’ll join as well.”

Zoro pushed himself off the railing with a quiet sigh.

“Tch. Someone’s gotta drag him back.”

“Good,” Nami said, nodding once. Then she turned to the rest of the crew.

“The rest of you stay here,” she ordered. “If he comes back while we’re gone, don’t let him leave again.”

“Aye aye!” Usopp saluted, though he still looked uneasy.

Chopper nodded quickly. “Be careful!”

Brook clasped his hands together. “May I request a full report when you return? For… research purposes.”

“NO,” Nami said instantly.

Franky grinned. “We’ll hold down the Sunny.”

Jinbe gave a small nod. “We will remain here and keep watch. Do not worry.”

Nami didn’t wait any longer.

“Let’s go.”

And just like that, the four of them headed back toward the island, completely unaware of what, exactly, they were about to walk into.

"Ohh-!"

Yeah. Definitely not something you'd want to witness.

Luffy had gotten comfortable between your legs, shamelessly inhaling you as he bit down on the flash of your inner thigh.

You were naked from the bottom, your top and innerwear hiked up to bare your chest for him.

He fondled you effortlessly, hands kneading your tits as though he was moulding something out of it.

Your thighs rested on his shoulder, making it easy for him to continue the movements of his hands as he pushed forward, tongue meeting your heat, cooling down the fever just a tad.

An arm rested over your eyes, as your other hand overlapped Luffy's on your breast.

"Mphm-! Lu-!"

His tongue works overtime now, making up for lost time. The time away from his lovely wife.

Luffy worked feverishly between your thighs, lapping at your dripping sex with unbridled enthusiasm. His tongue delved deep, parting your glistening folds to plunge inside your tight, clutching heat.

Luffy's hands kneaded your breasts roughly, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He seemed fascinated by the way your nipples pebbled under his touch, straining against his palms.

"Hahahhh-! It's even wetter than before!" Luffy chuckles with a stupid grin, tongue lolling out to take a languid lick across your pussy.

Sex had always been a confusing topic for both of you.

Yes, you had been intimate on numerous accounts, but coming into a new marriage and never having been close to each other in that way, you had a lot to learn.

So, you both would stay up late after your training sessions, learning each other's bodies and understanding what the other liked,

But right now, all of that was forgotten. The movements, the pattern, the rhythm. All of it.

You just did what felt right in the moment. And for Luffy, that was his face stuffed in your cunt.

"Feel good?" He questions with his tongue flat on your clit, hands circled around your thighs, and keeping them open.

"Mhm-!"

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping tightly as you bucked your hips instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Luffy's tongue returned to your clit, swirling and flicking over the sensitive nub with focused intensity. He could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your body quaking with the force of your pleasure.

His own hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the supple skin as he held you in place, stopping you from crushing his skull in your squirms of ecstasy.

"Mmmph, you taste yummy." Luffy murmured softly against your folds.

Luffy's tongue continued its relentless assault, lapping and suckling at your aching clit with single-minded focus. He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading muscle as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Your fingers tangled desperately in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as you clung to him, anchoring yourself against the impending tidal wave of sensation.

"Ahhh, Luffy! I...I can't..." you gasped out, voice ragged and breathless.

Your chest heaved, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of Luffy's head between your thighs.

The arm draped over your eyes clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as you struggled to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.

Luffy just chuckled, the sound rumbling through you, vibrating your core. He could feel your body's desperation, your need for release.

But he was far from done with you, far from ready to let you find solace.

His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit, alternating between hard, pointed jabs and soft, sensual strokes, keeping you suspended in a state of agonizing bliss.

He seemed insatiable, hungry as he always is.

As his mouth worked tirelessly, two of his fingers sneakily pushed past your entrance, sinking knuckles-deep into your tight, clinging cunt.

"Just cum babyyy~ Wanna taste you already..."

With those words, he doubled his efforts, fingers pumping harder and faster, tongue lapping and suckling with wild abandon.

The obscene sound of your pussy squelching filled the bakery, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's appreciative groans.

He could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading fingers as he brought you over the edge.

You spasm around him, allowing him to retract his fingers and lap up whatever you had to offer.

Your pants quiet down, relaxing against his tongue as your orgasm dies down.

Finally pulling back, he admires his handiwork.

His face was flushed, eyes glazed with lust as he took in the sight of your dripping pussy, swollen and slick with arousal.

Drool dripped down his chin, mingling with your juices as he grinned stupidly up at you, very pleased with your reaction.

"I could eat you for hours and never get bored of it!" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest.

Luffy's hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, fingers fumbling for a moment before he tugged them down just enough to free his aching cock.

It sprang out, hard and thick, flushed a deep, already leaking at the tip.

Your hands moved on their own accord, wrapping around his length, stroking the smooth, silky skin that felt like velvet over steel.

"Oh, Luffy, please..." you whimpered, voice ragged and breathless.

Your body was still trembling, your core aching for fulfillment.

"Hurry..." you begged, the urgency in your voice rising as the reality of your situation sank in.

You were in a closed bakery, in public, in the dead of night.

Luffy grinned, his eyes widening at your desperate plea.

He may have been oblivious to some things, but he certainly wasn't deaf to the need in your voice.

With a newfound sense of urgency, he gripped your hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your rear.

"Okayy~" Luffy chuckled, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you real good, baby."

Without further preamble, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as your tight, wet heat enveloped him, squeezing him like a velvet vice.

Your back arched off the cold wooden surface of the table, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, cool surface.

"Ohhh, Luffy!" you cried out, voice echoing mercilessly.

The sensation of being so suddenly filled, so completely stretched around his thick length, was almost too much to bear. Your walls fluttered and clenched, adjusting to the sudden intrusion.

Luffy started to move, hips pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin burned your ears, mingling with your ragged breaths and Luffy's grunts of exertion.

"Hah, you feel- ngh-! ohhh-!! so g-good-!!" Luffy panted, hips never faltering in their tempo.

You could feel every ridge, every vein, the silky skin stretched taut over the thick column of his cock as he drove into you again and again.

Luffy leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was sloppy, passionate, and filled with a hunger that stole your breath away.

His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he fucked you with a fervor that bordered on feral.

Perhaps it was your time apart, or that you usually fucked in a more personal setting, but you had forgotten a crucial thing.

Luffy...gets loud.

"OH! OH! OH! HAHH! You- Ohh-!!" He panted, voice ringing out loud and clear.

"I c-can feel you squeezing me-! Baby-! Amaz-! ing!!"

His words were punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies joining in carnal bliss.

He seemed fascinated by the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, by the way your body jiggled and shook under him.

Luffy's eyes were wide, drinking in the erotic sight of you lost in pleasure.

Your cheeks were flushed, sweat gathering on your forehead as your face twisted to one of pure sex.

Giddy, he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, biting your burning cheek lovingly.

"Hah, yes, yes! Luffy-! hahh-!."

He leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

Luffy's enthusiasm was infectious, his sheer joy at bringing you pleasure written all over his face.

He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and right now, his heart was screaming with a primal, all-consuming desire to make you feel the same, if not more, pleasure that he felt.

"Close-! Luffy-! Clos—!!" Your legs tightened around his waist.

Just as he heard your breathy warning, he felt your velvet walls suddenly clamp down around him, fluttering wildly before seizing up completely.

Your body went rigid beneath him, back arching sharply as a silent scream caught in your throat.

"Ohhh!" you gasped out, voice barely above a whisper as a sudden, intense orgasm overtook you.

Your cunt clenched down on him, gripping him like a silken, pulsing fist as your climax crashed through you without warning.

A gush of hot fluids flooded out around his cock, soaking his length and dripping down his thighs.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise, brows shooting up to his hairline as he felt your sudden, quiet release.

"W-whoa...you're cumming already?" he asked, voice rising in pitch.

His fingers slowly rub your clit, aiding you to let it all out.

"Must've r-really missed me...!" He grins yet again.

Despite the unexpected swiftness of your orgasm, he didn't miss a beat, hips never faltering in their enthusiastic rhythm.

Your body trembled and shook beneath him, inner muscles milking his cock as the intense sensations washed over you.

Luffy could feel every clench and ripple, could sense the way your climax seemed to catch you off guard, sweeping through you before you had a chance to brace yourself.

"Hnghh-!! f-fuck!" he grunted, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax.

Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto your heaving chest as he loomed over you, eyes glazed and face flushed with desire.

You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks to steady him.

"Aaahh, baby, I'm...I'm getting close!" Luffy panted, words coming out in short, sharp bursts between each loud, drawn-out moan.

He was getting close...and loud.

You thought maybe the silent streets amplified the sound of his moans, but either way, it was desperately loud.

So loud that umm...well....

Nami walked ahead, her grip firm around the small piece of Luffy’s vivre card, watching as it trembled faintly and tugged her forward.

She didn’t say much, but her pace had quickened, her irritation from earlier now replaced with something sharper; unease, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“He should be close,” she said after a moment, her voice lower now, more focused.

Sanji followed just behind her, his usual composure worn thin by the situation.

The cigarette between his fingers burned untouched as his eyes scanned the area, alert in a way that suggested he was already preparing for the worst.

Zoro walked a little to the side, one hand resting near his swords, while Robin moved with her usual calm.

The vivre card in Nami’s hand flickered wildly now, pulling them straight toward the source.

A closed bakery tucked with its windows covered by thin curtains.

And then it happened.

At first, it was just a dull sound from somewhere ahead. It echoed loud enough to make Nami stop mid-step.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, her voice hushed despite herself.

No one answered immediately, but they had all heard it.

Another noise followed almost immediately, louder than before. A rough, uneven groan that seemed to break halfway through, as though something had knocked the breath out of him.

Zoro’s hand moved, resting more firmly against the hilt of his sword as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“That wasn’t nothing,” he muttered.

Sanji’s gaze had already locked onto a building just ahead of them, his posture changing in an instant.

“It came from in there.”

They stood still for a moment, listening more carefully, and then it came again.

A sound that was unmistakably human this time.

Low. Strained. Dragged out in a discomforting way.

Nami felt something twist in her chest. “…that was Luffy.”

This time, no one questioned it. He was inside.

Sanji’s expression darkened completely, all traces of his usual charm gone as urgency took over.

“Someone’s got him,” he said, already stepping forward.

Zoro frowned, his grip tightening slightly. “That doesn’t sound like him fighting.”

Robin’s eyes narrowed just a fraction, her gaze fixed on the building ahead.

“No… it doesn’t."

Had someone really managed to restrain their captain? It seems so unlikely to them.

Sanji didn’t hesitate any longer.

“LUFFY!”

Sanji was already moving before anyone could say anything else, his foot planting firmly against the door as his voice rose with urgency.

The door didn’t stand a chance.

It burst open under the force of his kick, wood splintering as it slammed inward, the sudden noise cutting sharply through the quiet night.

The four of them rushed inside...

...and stopped.

Your turn your head abruptly in shock.

Your back was facing them, obscuring where you and Luffy were the most intimate.

Luffy, facing the door, halted in his moments, face still sweaty and eyes dazed.

"Oh. Hey guys!"

He greeted, as if his friends hadn't just caught him in the most obscene position ever.

Nami's voice came first.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her shriek was so abrupt that it triggered your own panic.

"LUFFY! COVER ME!!" You exclaimed, completely humiliated.

"R-right!!" He panicked, doing the first thing he could think of.

His rubber arms elongated, circling around you in a giant hug.

"Not like- ughhh!!" You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

Zoro turned away immediately.

Not even a second thought, just a hand to his forehead and a long, tired exhale.

"...I'm leaving," he muttered, already walking off like he hadn't seen a single thing.

Sanji completely lost it.

"LUFFYYYYYYYYY?!" he screamed, voice cracking as he whipped around, face burning red.

"YOU— WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

Robin turned around as well, quietly chuckling into her hand.

"It seems our captain has been keeping secrets."

Usopp was the first to break.

"...There's no way," he said slowly, pointing at you like you might disappear if he blinked.

"There's no way this is real."

Chopper peeked from behind him, eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.

"She's real! She's real!! Luffy really has a wife!!"

"I told you I did," Luffy says picking at his nose as you slap it away.

"You NEVER told us that!" Nami snapped immediately, still not fully recovered from earlier.

"I have a ring too. SEE!" Luffy flaunted his wedding band, and you sighed, already predicting what's to come.

"YOU'RE WEARING IT ON THE WRONG HAND, DUMMY! HOW COULD WE HAVE KNOWN?"

Usopp scolds.

"No I'm not. [name] wears it on her right hand. See!"

Luffy justifies, holding up what was clearly your left hand, as evidence.

You chuckle awkwardly as Nami and Usopp start angrily knocking at his head.

"I am so sorry...that you had to see that." You apologized to Nami, knowing it was nothing short of traumatizing.

She just shyly rubs the back of her neck, throwing a few no problems your way.

Jimbe waves at you with a smile, which you reciprocate.

"It is good to see that you are well, Jimbe."

"You as well. I hope your travels have been safe, [name]. It has been a while since I visited Rusukaina."

"Visiting would have been futile since I have been at sea for the past two months."

Sanji stood off to the side, completely frozen, staring at you like you were some kind of divine being.

"She...is...married to Luffy..." he muttered under his breath, like the words themselves were impossible.

Franky let out a loud laugh. "SUPER unexpected!"

Brook clasped his hands together. "May I say, you are quite lovely! Though I must ask...may I see your pan—"

"DON'T YOU START NOW!" Nani knocks his head.

Luffy bursts out laughing, pulling you into him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

He gives you a big smooch, biting your cheek softly as you try to get out of his grasp.

Everyone felt like they had fainted at the sight.

Zoro just shook his head, already turning away, but the small smile on his face didn't go unnoticed.

Robin stepped forward with a gentle countenance.

"It's nice to meet you," she said, calm and warm, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

"You as well. I have been longing to meet all of you. I suppose introductions are in order?"

You smiled, looking at your husband's crew.

Luffy grinned, squeezing your hand a little tighter.

"This is my wife!" he announced proudly, like he'd been waiting to say it out loud.

a/n: i love this man so fucking much.

masterlist

[xvisualtreasure09x]

[megumios]

choso just needs a little help ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i need him to mark me

you wake up to slobbery tits and a whimpering boy beside you. choso rubs his bulge against your hips while he whines against your nipple. he doesn't realize you're awake till you tangle your fingers in his hair.

he pulls off of you quickly, looking down in shame.

"it's okay, cho." you comfort him, pulling his face back down onto your nipple. "keep going."

his lips latch onto your nipple quickly, sucking and licking while rubbing his bulge harder on your hips. whines escape his throat as he uses you to fix his little problem.

he releases your nipple from his mouth and gives a harsh suck on the side of your boob. you let out a whimper, smiling at the whiny boy.

he starts to mark every part of your chest till you're covered in purple marks.

his bulge ruts sloppily against your hips. you reach down, pushing past his waistband and grabbing his cock. it's hot and hard. your thumb meets the tip, wet with precum.

choso whines. throwing his head into your neck and whining some more. "please—h-help."

you smile, teasing his leaking tip with your thumb. he twitches, whimpering about how good you feel.

"wanna be inside." he mumbles. you shake your head. "not yet, cho."

he whines and you swipe your thumb on his tip with a bit of pressure. he immediately lets out a pathetic moan, curling into your side and using your hand to get off.

he cums quickly, sighing and whimpering in your ear. you keep your hand around his heavy cock, waiting for him to come down his high so you can do it again.

this sucks but sue me

[purrtoru]

you could never get tired of admiring your husband heian era!sukuna ♡

most people couldn’t look at him for long.

the moment they caught sight of him, their eyes dart away. some out of fear, or some out of disgust. they believe a creature like him isn’t meant to be looked at.

you think they are all blind.

the evening is quiet, lantern light casting a warm glow across the room. it has become part of your nightly routine before bed, these quiet moments spent with your husband after the day has settled.

sukuna sits against the bed frame, one pair of arms folded while the other rests loosely across his lap.

his crimson eyes follow you as you crawl toward him. you sit down beside him and gently take one of his hands, then another.

his brows rise as he looks at you expectantly.

you compare them, turning them over in your palms. thick fingers, calloused skin, veins running beneath flesh capable of tearing apart crowds.

yet you trace them carefully, as if they are something precious.

“four arms..“ you murmur.

“you say that as if you’ve only just noticed,” he says, clicking his tongue after.

you move closer, inspecting the markings that wind around his skin. your fingertips follow the dark lines traveling over his wrist and shoulders.

“they’re beautiful.”

he looks at you, and you swear there’s a faint blush adoring his cheeks, even though he’s heard you say so many times before.

beautiful? no one has ever used that word for him before you.

you continue before he can respond.

your hand slides to his chest, tracing the markings there as well, and you can feel his gaze burning into you.

then your attention lowers— to the second mouth resting on his stomach. the feature that causes most people to recoil.

you start to lean forward, but sukuna’s eyes narrow. “what are you doing?”

“hm?”

his stomach mouth opens slightly, revealing sharp teeth, just to close again.

you examine it with genuine curiosity— it is quite the most strange part of him, and therefore something you want to understand even more.

without hesitation, you press a small kiss on top of it.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you ask after coming back up.

for perhaps the first time in centuries, the king of curses looks genuinely caught off guard.

“what was that for?”

you tilt your head, and one of your hands come up to trace his lower lip.

“i do kiss these as well, no?”

a low, strange sound escapes him, a little similar to a low laugh.

you shift your attention upward again, this time toward the smaller eyes beneath his main pair.

you‘ve always found them quite interesting.

carefully, you brush your thumb beneath one. “so you can see from them as well?”

“obviously.”

you continue to examine him shamelessly.

the shape of his face, then the markings crossing his cheeks. the extra eyes.. the sharp angles of his features.

every detail. every part others fear— you love looking at them, love memorizing them.

when you finally look up, sukuna is already looking at you, a little amusement written over his expression.

“what’s so amusing?” you ask.

two of his hands rise, and two large palms settle against your cheeks. the contrast between his size and yours is almost comical.

“just why are you so different?” his thumb brushes across your cheek.

for a moment, neither of you speaks, then you lean forward and kiss one of the markings on his face.

“wouldn’t be here if i was like everyone else, hm?” you reason.

[ttakdoll]

꩜ – SATORU GOJO really likes the way reader says his name .ᐟ

(18+) :: content – gojo x fem!reader, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, voice kink

satoru really likes the way you say his name.

other people never get it right, in his opinion. there’s always a vowel that’s too drawn out, or a consonant that’s pronounced too sharply. he only ever smiles and nods when people say his name like that — it’s fine, sure. but it’s not right.

it’s become something very particular for him.

it’s not sah-toe-roo.

he’s also heard sahh-to-roo.

and some people will extend those vowels past their welcome.

but you? it glides off your tongue like honey.

sa-to-ru.

he likes the way it gets all sharp on your lips when you’re mad at him. satoru would never admit it to you, but sometimes he’ll piss you off on purpose whenever he’s in the mood to hear how you sharpen the consonants like knives when you're telling him off.

“what?” the sorcerer sits back in your office chair, the faintest traces of a completely intentional grin on his face.

he’d come in early for once in his life for this exact purpose; satoru knew you always came in devastatingly punctual, so he’d make sure to greet you the best way he knew how to make your morning: by sitting in your office and kicking his feet up on your paperwork.

you loved things clean. it’s cute. he wants you fucking messy, though!

and you’re seething so adorably, with your face all scrunched up and your shiny eyes narrowed. “does this look like your office, gojo?”

nope. not what he wants to hear.

satoru sits up abruptly, making a show out of glancing around the room, before letting out an exhale of a laugh. “you know, all the offices look suspiciously similar. might wanna bring it up with the higher-ups.”

“get out.”

“did you get enough sleep last night?” he tilts his head, feigning concern. “you’re being awfully rude about this.”

the way you narrow your eyes makes satoru wish he could see them glitter with crystallized tears, with his weight on top of you as he slides his tongue between your thighs—

you suck in a breath past pretty lips. “i’m not in the mood. yaga has me on the clock. please just give me this, gojo.”

please, you say, and it makes him smile smugly. satoru loves hearing it (although he’d love hearing it beneath the dark of a particularly low-lit bedroom), but he needs more. needs your voice to wrap around his name like you own it.

“plead nicer. unfortunately for you, i’m in the mood.”

“fuck, no.”

he leans further back into your chair. “didn’t hear you. sorry?”

“satoru.”

there it is. sa-to-ru; just the way he likes.

on other days, even when you’re rendered all sheepish and embarrassed at one of his jokes, satoru just can’t get enough of the way you say his name.

this time, your tone dulls around the edges, always muttered under your breath in front of important people when he’s threatened to embarrass you with something he’s said — it’s soft and small and stern all at the same time, dancing through the air like warm fucking breeze in the winter. he just wishes you wouldn’t be so quiet about it; if the sorcerer had a choice, he’d have your voice on repeat.

he already does, in a way.

it’s why satoru’s taken to teasing you specifically whenever you have faculty meetings in front of the higher-ups, or whenever you’re particularly engrossed in a lesson with your students, just to see you when you’re caught off your game and a tiny bit upset.

satoru loves you when you’re pouting, loves when your lips press flat into a thin line or when the inside of your cheek catches between your teeth, like you’ve got a retort on the tip of your sweet tongue but won’t let it slip for your own sake. so fucking considerate all the time.

you’re unbelievably gorgeous when you’re so composed.

and you let that sweet little breath of his name slip from your mouth when he’d push you a little too far during your class with your first years on reverse cursed technique. your eyes fixate on the ground, lips downturned, as satoru’d just gotten all of your students to laugh at a little jab towards your explaining methods.

“satoru.” you chastised in a small mumble, “let’s talk after my class, please.”

sa-to-ru.

god, that little whisper will be in his dreams tonight.

he’ll hear it over and over again and wish you’d mumbled it right against his earlobe, because no one else ever deserved to hear your voice like that.

“that’s awfully secretive, sensei. what’s so important that our beloved students can’t listen in on it, hm?” he knows what you’re getting at, of course.

but truthfully, he just wants to see your face contort with that fiery little expression, the same one he wanted to mouth at every inch of until nothing was left but pure bliss.

and satoru’s not shy about the way his heartbeat picks up when you nudge yourself a tiny bit closer, just to make sure he’s the only one who can hear what you say next. just so that your voice is only for him.

as it fucking should be.

the sorcerer’s hand just about brushes your hip, and save him if it isn’t taking everything in him to make sure he doesn’t grab you and pull you into his side like he has the right to do so.

“i don’t want my beloved students to hear me threaten to kill their sensei right here,” oh. satoru’s mind goes deliciously numb.

he grins, the edge of his mouth upturning slowly. “i’d love to see you try.”

you frown a tiny bit more.

“what exactly do you get out of pissing me off all the time?”

well.

⭑.ᐟ

satoru knows well enough that he adores your voice when it’s wrapped around his name.

but he’s decided that he loves it best when it’s completely breaking, paired with the gorgeously suffocating feeling of the skin of your thighs pressed into his fingertips and wrapped around his lips.

he loves when his name is exhaled, high-pitched and whiny like sugar, while his tongue paints a stripe across the wetness coating your lips, swirling circles around your pretty clit.

maybe he liked it the most because it’s how he’s always wanted to hear you say his name — it’s just that you’d always been too fucking stubborn, so insistent on hating him that you’d never stop to think how good you’d taste coating his mouth with your slick.

“sa-ah-toru,” you keen as satoru’s tongue dips past the edge of your soaked hole, curling inwards deliciously, moving slow like he’s savoring every fucking drop.

god, he’s hungry — but he’ll die if he goes too quick and can’t taste you ever again.

and if he grips the back of your thighs just a little bit harder when you sing his name like that? he simply can’t help it. he waited too long for this.

sa-to-ru.

you taste just as sweet as you sound.

you’d burst into his office this morning, bemoaning the fact that satoru hadn’t showed up to the previous briefing with principal yaga, of which ended with yaga blaming it on you. you’re bursting with rage, all up in his face, and it’s all a blur from there until your panties are hooked over your ankle, he’s getting on his knees in front of your office chair, wrapping your thighs over his shoulders, and lapping at your pretty cunt.

he hasn't gasped for air; he’s been too enveloped in your scent to care about breathing. he’ll devour you until no one else can. until all that pretty voice of yours knows how to sound out is sa-to-ru.

satoru narrows his tongue, bullying the muscle deep and slow, down to where you couldn’t have thought possible to reach. his eyes are hazy, half-lidded as you tug at his winter locks, shoving him further into your weeping pussy.

“mmph— fuck,” you pant out, eyes screwed shut as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you at a torturous pace. “fuck— gojo, ‘re going too slow—”

“hmm?” he hums into your clit, sending shockwaves straight up from your core. the sorcerer’s gaze meets yours from under the glimpse of your tits beneath your unbuttoned polo.

he loves you composed, he really does — but you look perfect when you’re all messy, just for him.

his lips glisten with your wetness as he grins. “i'll go faster if you say my name properly, beautiful.”

“h—huh?” your words trail off into a candied whine as he pads his finger just against your entrance, smearing the wetness that covers your folds and popping it into his mouth.

you’re so sweet. fuck, why are you so sweet?

“say my name.” he repeats, his voice cheerful yet rough, the tiniest bit of grit around the edge. “remind me how much you love me, gorgeous.”

your eyes still manage to narrow, even as they glitter with needy frustration. “fuck you— mmh!”

satoru simply frowns against the inside of your thigh as he abruptly bullies the first inch of his finger past your entrance, hissing at how tightly your walls were clamping down on him. his mind goes blurry, swirling with thoughts of how delectable you’d look with your thighs around his hips, bullied open and clamping like a vice down on his cock—

he pulls his finger out with a shudder, cooing at the little pout that forms on your lips. “poor baby. if you can’t handle it, you know, we can stop here. if you want.”

“w— what?” you breathe out, eyes wide and glossy like the thought was insulting. “no, please — please, need you, satoru…”

sa-to-ru.

and you’ve drawn out that last syllable like you want him dead.

“again, sorry?”

“satoru!” you squeal impatiently, and he obliged, simply because he’d never say no to you when you sound like that.

the white-haired man groans, biting down on the inside of your thigh and relishing in the way it makes you whine, all high-pitched and finally sweet on him.

his fingers thrust roughly into your aching pussy, stretching you out and moulding you to shape around his skin. you’re dripping down his palm, and satoru’s mesmerized by the sheen of slick that coats his hand as he pounds his fingers in and out of you steadily.

“shit— so pretty here for me, huh?” satoru whispers reverently, as if speaking directly to your pussy and not to you. “just as sweet as that mouth of yours. just as tight too.”

your hands are making a home for themselves in his hair, hips chasing his thick fingers, grinding yourself further into them like he wasn’t deep enough already. your perfect fucking voice isn’t helping the sorcerer’s case either — he swears he loses every semblance of control he has, bit by bit, at each breath of his name leaving your lips, garbled and slurred and destroyed.

“s’toru, satoru,” your mouth drops open, eyes screwing shut as he curls his fingers right into that spongy spot, office chair creaking as your body slumps back into it. “it’s so— fuck, ‘ts so—”

he laughs breathlessly. “yes, gorgeous?”

“it’s so— oh!”

satoru cherishes everything you have to say, he swears he does.

but he also cherishes the way your lips look, all glossed with drool pooling at the corners, when he leans forward and circles his tongue over your clit in mean little motions, lapping at the sensitive skin in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers. you’re a whining, squirming mess — struggling to stay upright, thoroughly desecrated on the office chair you’d chewed him out just weeks ago for stealing.

satoru hisses as your fingertips tug at his locks, so fucking drunk on the taste of your soaked cunt amidst the lewd sound of his fingers slapping against your sex.

“listen to that,” he rasps out, pausing to let the squelch of your pussy speak for itself before laughing dazedly against your clit. “she’s screaming my name too, isn’t she? so fuckin’ good for me, aren’t you?”

your bleary gaze peeks down at him, eyes questioning amidst the pleasure. “s—satoru, you asshole, stop talking to my— mmh!”

before you can protest, his mouth is diving back in. soft lips latch around your clit, and satoru’s painfully hard at the sound of your voice cracking around the syllables of his name, your throat thick with pleasure at the overstimulation. he doesn’t let up; the white-haired man sucks harder at the sensitive bud, all while scissoring his fingers deep inside of you as if mapping you out.

for when his dick goes inside you, of course.

“it’s t—too much,” you complain in a mewl, eyes blurry with forming tears, “satoru, please, please, ‘m so—”

“fuck, take it, gorgeous,” satoru gasps out against your pussy, lips drenched in your taste. “keep talking to me — shit, you’re tight — let it all out for me, okay?”

satoru’s mind had blanked out a long time ago. between the way your lips form his name in one strung out moan, and the way you taste sweeter than any candy he could’ve ever asked for, he’s starting to wonder if he’d died and gone to heaven.

your voice tangles with the filthy squelches that resound through the cramped space of your office, and he swears nothing could ever be better than this.

except for the way you sound saying his name while you cum.

“i’m— i’m—” you gasp, and satoru takes that as a sign to clamp his lips around your clit and suck, curling his fingers up against your g-spot until — “satoru!”

he’s never heard anything so perfect before. his gaze flicks upwards as you orgasm, watching the way your face scrunches up as your cunt tightens unbearably around every inch of his fingers. satoru’s transfixed by your stupid voice, something out of a porno curated by an angel, and if he’s hoping he’s ruined you with his fingers alone, you’ve ruined him with just the sound of your voice breaking.

your breaths are heavy as you come down from the high; soft and warm, sound waves radiating off of you like sunlight. satoru presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, and you finally peer down at him.

“still mad at me?” the sorcerer grins.

your eyes narrow as soon as you’re back to life. “yes. yaga chewed me out for something that wasn’t even my fault, satoru.”

sa-to-ru. the white-haired man pauses against your inner thigh, raising an eyebrow up at you with something hungry in his eyes. because as soon as you say his name, he decides he’s not fucking done with you yet.

“i’m sorry, gorgeous,” satoru mumbles, giving you a faux-apologetic glance before mischievously pressing a kiss to your clit, watching how your eyes widen. “i guess I’ll just keep going until you forgive me.”

“w—wait!”

satoru gojo really likes the way you say his name.

and he’ll keep making you say it until you know it too.

@ ttakdoll, 2026

first time finishing smut pls be kind to me :(

[lumiambrose]

thigh highs and thin ice ft. multiple blue lock men

・❥・smut mdni ever wondered what a pair of thigh highs do to a man?

ft. sae, rin, isagi, nagi, bunny, kaiser, aiku

itoshi sae

sae notices immediately and says absolutely nothing. just catches the way the lace band cuts into the soft top of your thigh and files it away. dangerous and quiet about it, which is worse.

he's not a leg man specifically but you in thigh highs does something to him that he genuinely resents. it's the gap. that sliver of bare skin between the hem of your skirt and the stocking top. drives him insane and he'd rather die than tell you.

will find an excuse to be physically close to you within like ten minutes. his hand will find the back of your thigh like it always does but this time his fingers drag slower, catching on the lace edge. deliberate.

cold face but oh so warm hands. he'll run his thumb under the band just to feel the indent it leaves in your skin, his jaw tightens. still not saying anything. guess you're going to have to pry a reaction out of him.

if you catch him staring he holds eye contact and raises one brow. like yeah, and? unbothered ahh except for the fact that he's been half hard for the last twenty minutes.

"come here." two simple words, but who are you to deny dear sae? he takes his time, both hands on your thighs, thumbs tracing up the stocking material until he hits the lace band and just stops there, pressing into the indent it's left in your skin all day. "you knew," he says. flat. not an accusation. just a fact. then he pushes your skirt up and puts his mouth on that exact strip of bare skin above the lace, warm and slow. and when he finally slides your underwear aside and pushes two fingers into you he keeps his mouth there, curling them forward, watching you from below with heavy eyes while you grip his shoulder and try not to shake apart.

"you're going to come like this first," he says against your inner thigh, lace edge pressed against his cheek. "then we'll see about the rest." the smirk that follows is the most expression you'll get out of him all night. but his fingers won't stop until he's proven he means every word of it.

itoshi rin

rin stares and doesn't even pretend not to. zero shame. his eyes just drop straight to your legs and stay there for a genuinely uncomfortable amount of time.

gets weird and quiet and irritable about it. like he's mad at you for looking like that. will scoff and mutter something about you being annoying. classic behavior. he's literally just flustered and projecting.

can't stop touching you once he starts. he's a physical person with you anyway but the thigh highs make him almost obsessive about it, hands always gravitating to that specific band of lace like a magnet.

if you tease him about noticing, he grabs your thigh hard enough to make you squeak and just squeezes, staring you down. "shut up." eloquent as always.

the inner thigh thing kills him specifically. the softness there, the way the stocking ends and bare skin starts. he will put his mouth on that exact spot with zero preamble if given the opportunity.

rin puts you on your back, pushes your skirt up, and gets his mouth on the inside of your thigh right at the lace band without any preamble whatsoever. he just bites down, not gentle and you arch off the mattress. his hands pin your hips flat and he sucks a bruise into the soft flesh just above the stocking top, nose pressed against the lace, jaw working, before he hooks his thumbs into your underwear and drags it down, leaving the stockings exactly in place. he looks up at you from between your thighs with that flat dark expression. "these are stupid," he says before putting his mouth on your cunt, eating you out like he's been thinking about it all day (which he has). tongue relentless on your clit and two fingers curling inside you while the lace edge scratches against his cheek with every movement of his head.

when you come he doesn't stop, works you through it until you're twisting away, and even then he just presses one last biting kiss to the inside of your thigh and sits up. looks at you, completely wrecked, thigh highs still perfectly in place. "annoying," he mutters, and reaches down to undo his belt.

yoichi isagi

isagi does a genuine double take. like actually has to look away and look back. sweet boy is not subtle, his whole face goes red immediately. it's adorable and also a little devastating.

fumbles his words for a solid minute after noticing. trying to have a normal conversation with you and completely losing his train of thought mid sentence because you shifted and the skirt moved a little.

he gets fixated on the lace specifically. keeps glancing at it. he doesn't even know what he wants to do about it yet, he's just… very aware of it. spatially. it takes up a lot of real estate in his brain.

isagi is a please-touch-me-first kind of guy normally but the thigh highs rewire something. he actually reaches out and touches them, like he's asking permission with the gesture, fingers just barely grazing the stocking material. "these are… nice," he manages. ground swallowing him whole.

the response he least expects is how loud his brain gets about the gap of bare skin. he thinks about it later when he's lying in bed staring at the ceiling.

"can i just," isagi starts and doesn't finish, cheeks already pink, hands on your thighs with his thumbs right at the lace edge. you part your legs for him and something in him relaxes and ignites at the same time. he pushes your skirt up slow, watching his own hands like he can't believe he's doing this, and when the bare strip of thigh above the stockings comes into view he exhales this quiet "god." he gets his mouth on that strip of skin and drags it slow and warm, fingers sliding your underwear aside, working you open careful and thorough because isagi when he finally gets going is relentless about making sure you feel good. "you're so," he starts, and stops, and tries again while his fingers curl inside you. "you feel so good, i can't, i"

he keeps the stockings on while he fucks you, both hands gripping that bare strip above the lace like it's the only thing he can think to hold onto, flushed and overwhelmed, forehead dropping to your knee. he thinks about it for weeks.

seishiro nagi

nagi blinks at your legs for a long moment, tilts his head slightly and goes "oh." that's it. that's his whole reaction. except he keeps looking back at your legs every like ninety seconds.

it's not that he's performing indifference, he genuinely processes things slowly. but something about the thigh highs sticks. he brings them up twenty minutes later, totally unprompted, while you're both doing completely different things. "those stockings are nice."

lazy tactile guy. will end up with his head in your lap eventually and will absolutely just… start messing with the lace band while he lies there. picking at it, stretching it, completely absentminded about it. doesn't connect that it's driving you insane.

if you're gaming together he'll pull your leg over his lap and just rest his hand on your thigh. the stocking material is apparently a texture he likes because he keeps rubbing his thumb back and forth over it. very soothing. to him. you are not soothed.

when he gets into it properly he's slow and thorough about it. he wants to leave marks above the stocking band specifically, like his own little detail that exists in that exposed triangle of skin. doesn't explain why. just does it.

nagi sets his controller down and runs his fingers along the top of the stocking band, slow, like he's taking an inventory. when you make a sharp sound at the snap of lace against your skin his eyes come up to your face and something shifts in them. "oh," he says. quieter this time. he gets you lying back, tilts his head, trails his fingers from your knee up to the lace band on one leg then the other like he's checking they match, satisfied and then puts his mouth on the inside of your thigh and starts sucking a bruise into the skin there while his fingers slide your underwear down. he goes down on you the same way he does everything, slow and thorough, tongue working your clit in long flat strokes while one hand stays at the lace band, thumb pressing into the indent it's left in your skin.

after, he looks at the marks he left above the stockings and presses his thumb into one of them, gentle. "soft," he says, satisfied. then he reaches for his controller.

iglesias bunny

bunny's reaction is immediate and dramatic and delightful. lets out a low whistle, grins like he just won something. "okay, hello." fully shameless about it.

he's a comments-about-it openly kind of guy. will tell you your legs look incredible, will gesture vaguely at the whole situation and say "what do you think you're doing to me right now, genuinely." theatrical about it but he means every word.

the gap of skin between the stocking top and your skirt is his enemy and his best friend. he keeps touching it, fingers brushing that edge with this grin like he knows exactly what he's doing.

he'll drop to a crouch in front of you for some reason, like he needs to be at eye level with your legs specifically, and look up at you while his hands rest on your knees. the eye contact from that angle is a menace.

bunny talks during everything but he talks more when he's this visually stimulated. there will be commentary. detailed commentary. you asked for this by wearing them.

"i need you to know," bunny says, grinning up at you from where he's kneeling between your legs, "that i've been thinking about this since the second you walked in." he pushes your skirt up, drags his lips along the inside of your thigh right at the lace edge and then puts his mouth on you without further comment, loud and enthusiastic about it, groaning against your cunt like you're something he's been denied, thumbs pressing into that bare strip of skin above the stocking tops. "this what you wanted, yeah? wanted me on my knees for you?" he glances up, eyes bright, fingers pumping slow. you tell him to shut up but don't stop. "rude," a simple reply. but he obliges, happily, and goes back to work.

when you come he gentles off slow. pressing soft open-mouthed kisses to your inner thigh and then to the lace band itself, then sits back and pushes his hair out of his face. "told you," he says, grinning. "been thinking about it all day."

michael kaiser

kaiser's reaction is this slow, appreciative top-to-bottom look that makes you feel like you're being appraised. slight smile. he says "mm" like you've confirmed something he already suspected about himself.

he is absolutely the type to make a whole thing of it. very vocal, very deliberate, will absolutely say something like "well, you're clearly trying to get attention, so here it is." and then give you his full undivided and terrifying focus.

the possessiveness spikes immediately. something about the thigh highs makes him want to mark every visible inch of skin above the band. likes the idea of you being visually perfect in every other way except for the bruises he left on the inside of your thigh.

uses it against you. will let his hand slide up your skirt just to the lace band and stop there, totally calm, watching your face while you squirm. he finds your reactions to his restraint genuinely entertaining.

gets intensely focused during sex when you're wearing them. keeps them on. absolutely keeps them on. something about you otherwise undone and still wearing the thigh highs, that small composed detail against the complete mess of everything else, genuinely does something unhinged to him.

"keep them on," kaiser had said and he meant it. you're on your back, skirt gone, top shoved up, an absolute wreck and the stockings are still perfectly in place because that is clearly the point. he's buried in you to the hilt and not moving yet, just watching your face with that focused terrifying calm while you beg him to move. "not yet, dear," and drags his lips along your throat and keeps his hands on your thighs right above the lace bands, thumbs pressing bruises into the bare skin there. he fucks you slow on purpose when he finally does move, deep grinding rolls that make your legs shake, stilling every time you try to rush him, amused. "you're going to take everything i give you." when he finally lets you come he looks down at where you're joined, at the lace bands still bright against your skin, at the bruises his thumbs have put into the soft flesh above them, and something in his expression goes briefly, uncharacteristically undone. "look at you," he breathes. afterward, once he's collected himself, he presses one kiss to each bruise above the band. "next time," he says, "wear them with nothing else."

oliver aiku

aiku is a grown man who has absolutely been around enough to play it cool and he still can't quite manage it when you show up like this. he does this thing where he grins and looks away briefly, like he needs a second to collect himself. very cute on a man that big.

very complimentary about it, in that warm genuine aiku way. "you look gorgeous, sweetheart" but his eyes are already on your legs when he says it. he means both things simultaneously.

he's handsy at baseline and the thigh highs make it worse, hand always finding your thigh in public, thumb absently tracing the lace band through your skirt like he can feel where it is. possessive without even thinking about it.

size kink is very present here. big hands against the back of your thigh, fingers wrapping around easily, the contrast of his rough palms against the soft stocking material. he's very aware of it.

likes to slide his hand under your skirt and run his fingers along the very top of the stocking while you're doing something completely mundane, just to watch you lose your composure.

aiku gets you up on the kitchen counter and stands between your knees with his big hands running slow from your thighs to your calves and back, just feeling the stockings under his palms, before he pushes your skirt up and puts his mouth on that strip of bare skin between hem and lace and takes his time there, unhurried, laughing warm and low against your leg every time you try to pull him where you actually need him. "patience, sweetheart." when he finally gets his fingers inside you he's good at it, careful and thorough in the way that big men with steady hands tend to be. he fucks you on the counter with the stockings on, hands gripping your thighs right at the lace bands, head dropped to your shoulder, the lace scratching lightly against his hips every time he pushes in deep.

you come with his thumb on your clit and his hands wrapped around the tops of your thighs and he holds you through all of it, steady and warm, murmuring into your hair. after, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh right at the stocking band and looks up at you with that slow grin. "going to need you to wear those again," he says. "like. soon."

an: pt 2?? anyways first time writing aiku (was gonna be hugo but i changed my mind)

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[megumios]

being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs

it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.

somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.

if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.

he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.

your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.

he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.

just a mini ramble ><

[mochaization]

༄.° choso is getting attached to you.

♯ really need to step up my writing skills.. please never get bored of my domestic choso

Dating Choso for a few months had been surprisingly normal.

At first, he was quiet, respectful of your space, and very careful with every touch.

Honestly, you thought he'd always be that shy. How can you not? He'd hold your hands gently, sitting closely but not too close, and ask before kissing you.

Then somewhere along the way, something changed.

Maybe he was getting comfortable. But whatever the reason was, your boyfriend slowly transformed into the clingiest man alive.

"Choso."

"Hm?"

You turned your head to look at him, letting out a small laugh. "Why are you standing there?"

He blinked once. "I missed you."

You tilted your head. "I was gone for five minutes, to the bathroom."

"It felt longer," He frowned slightly.

You laughed under your breath, turning back toward the kitchen counter. "You're getting clingy."

Quiet footsteps approached behind you.

Then, you felt his warmth behind you. His arms slipped around your waist with his chin settled on top of your head, like this had become a second nature to him.

"Choso," you sighed fondly. "I'm trying to cook here."

"You can still do that," he murmured.

"Not when my boyfriend is attached to me."

"I like being close to you."

Over time, he grew clingier in small ways.

Hand resting on your thigh whenever you sat next to each other, quietly following you around the apartment, pulling you back into bed whenever you tried getting up.

Today was no different.

You had almost escaped, almost.

Your foot was already on the floor, ready to start the day.

Then the mattress dipped behind you. A sleepy groan echoed through the room before something warm enveloped your waist.

"Mm, stay," he grumbles.

You laughed quietly. "Good morning to you too," you whispered.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open as he clung to you.

"Too early," he mumbled as he buried his face deeper against your back.

"It's almost ten."

"So?"

"So.. it's not early?" You said, rubbing his hair.

His arms tightened slightly around your waist as you tried to move again.

"Just stay."

You sighed. "I need to get up."

Suddenly, you were pulled backward onto the mattress with a surprised laugh. Choso immediately curled around you again.

"Hey!" You tried to push him, playfully, but he won't move.

You turned slightly in his hold, only to find him already staring at you with those sleepy eyes.

"Let's make a deal, Cho," you said suddenly.

Choso blinked once before propping his head with his hand.

"What deal?"

"You let me get out of bed," you added. "And when i come back, we can cuddle all day. Maybe we can have lunch in bed?"

Choso went quiet immediately.

Slowly, his grip on your waits loosened.

"Lunch in bed?"

"Mhm."

"Together, right?"

You laughed softly. "Of course."

Choso hummed thoughtfully, still unconvinced. But after a moment, he finally let his arm fall away from your waist.

"Fine," he mumbled. "But make it quick."

You smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

The second you pulled away, Choso caught your wrist again.

"Can you bring me with you?"

You tilted your head. "To.. where?"

"Wherever you're going."

"Wherever i'm going," you repeated, trying not to smile. "Even when i'm brushing my teeth?"

"Mhm," Choso nodded against the pillow. "I'll wait."

You stared at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"You're actually attached to me now."

Choso leaned in to the kiss, looking completely unashamed. "I don't see a problem."

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