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[himelaces]

𓊆ྀི smau 𓊇ྀི 18+. sending an audio of you moaning to the jjk men.

꒰১ ໒꒱ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, choso kamo & shiu kong ♪♪♪

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[rafesangelita]

omg i love ur writing sm and im so happy that ur reqs are open!! could i ask for frat!rafe and smart!reader who’s not really into the frat scene?? tysm pretty!!

♡ — FRAT!RAFE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF AT PARTIES

warnings: !reader is bratty, brief mention of fingering, teasing, irresponsible drinking, pda, dirty talk, suggestive ending

a/n: its been so hard for me to get any fics out lately, and for that i apologize!! shoutout to this request that i received so long ago.. i hope you love it, muah! check out more of frat!rafe and tutor!reader here ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

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“you know i’m not really into parties, rafe..” you sighed, “it’s a friday night, which means i have a bunch of assignments i could be getting a head start on.” your boyfriend rolled his eyes, taking the backwards cap off of his head before running his fingers through his hair. “please? i already told the guys that you were coming.” rafe could tell by the irritated look on your face that he shouldn’t have made any promises to his friends that you’d be gracing them with your presence. “oh, god, even more of a reason as to why i should stay in— they treated me like a human calculator last time i went with you.” you scoffed, reminiscing on the way kelce and topper kept asking you to figure out complicated math equations in your head.

rafe laughed, your bed dipping besides you as he shut your laptop and pulled you against his chest. “come on,” he teased, “you have all weekend to be a nerd, i’m just asking you for one night out, baby.” it was already hard to tell rafe no, but even more so when his hand was snaking it’s way into your panties. “let me hear you say yes..” you shuddered once his fingers dipped between your folds, your eyelids fluttering closed as your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder. “i hate you.” was all you could get out before he was smiling, whispering filthy obscenities in your ear as he had his way with you.

two orgasms and an hour of getting ready, later— you two were walking through the doors of the giant fraternity house, all of rafe’s rambunctious friends wasting no time in bombarding both of you with cheers and plastic solo cups. the strong smell of alcohol made you grimace as rafe guided you through the crowded living room. his hand stayed on the small of your back while he cleared a pathway for you to walk through, a cocky grin adorning his face as a few people stopped and stared at the two of you. there was nothing you hated more than drawing attention to yourself, and of course when rafe was by your side, you tended to get a lot of it at once.

finally reaching the couch in the corner of the living room, rafe sat you on his lap as topper and a few of the other guys pulled up chairs to accompany you both. “you really shouldn’t be mixing beer and liquor together.” you shook your head disapprovingly at kelce, who just shrugged like he wasn’t setting himself up to get absolutely plastered. watching as he downed a shot from a shot glass in one hand, and chasing it with a beer in the other, you just knew he was going to regret that move later on when he was hunched over a toilet seat. “no, seriously. the carbonation from the beer makes the alcohol get into your bloodstream a lot faster, which only makes you get even more intoxicated when you drink something stronger right after.”

the guys exchanged looks with each other upon hearing your words, a good handful of them seemingly deciding to ditch the shot glasses on the coffee table and babysit the beer cans in their hands instead. “sooo you just carry around random information like that?” just as you were going to say something snarky in response to kelce’s drunken babble, rafe interrupted. “bro, she’s like a walking wikipedia, ask her anything and i swear she knows the answer to it.” you whipped your head around and glared at the man behind you. “sorry!” he whispered under his breath, realizing it was too late once all the guys started talking over one another in order to get you to answer whatever question they were barking out at you.

it took a total of fourty-five minutes to answer everyone’s questions until they couldn’t think straight enough to form a coherent sentence, a small rush of relief washing over you as they slowly walked away in order to find something else to keep them entertained. “thank, god.” you breathed out, already feeling a headache starting to come on as rafe brought your legs up to rest across his thighs. “they’re just not used to being around smart people.” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his lips finding the spot on your neck that made you shudder. “yeah, clearly.” you held in the small moan that threatened to leave your mouth, your eyes darting around the room to see if anyone was watching you two.

“they always ask about you, you know that?” he started stroking your flesh underneath your dress, your hand immediately shooting down to stop him from going any further. “there’s people staring.” you scolded him, your nails digging into his skin as a flicker of a challenge flashed across his eyes. “so?” he leaned in, his lips ghosting over your own, “what if i told you it’s making me so fuckin’ hard right now having you like this in front of everyone, hmm?” you swallowed thickly, a fit of butterflies fluttering in your tummy when you felt that he wasn’t lying.

“you’re insufferable.” you huffed, still maintaining your death grip on his wrist. “you love this, you can’t even lie.” rafe knew he was close to fully convincing you to let him whisk you away upstairs to his room by the way you sat there looking flustered. “shut up—” you gasped softly when he shifted his weight beneath you, his erection poking you where you needed him most. “you’re so smart and pretty, no one really knows just how much of a dumb slut you turn into when i get inside of you.” god, you were rubbing your thighs together now, annoyance prickling at your skin as you ultimately gave in.

“get us out of here— now, please.”

[spraklingyuzu]

I'm actually so happy so many people like this one-shot. I actually wrote it even before my Caleb one, I just didn't decide to post it until a few days ago.

I hope everyone who reads it finds some level of comfort and love <3

You didn’t mean to ignore Sylus, but you did. Out of habit you ignored everyone during times like these. You needed the time alone, time to recharge, then you could come back like nothing happened.

You met reality again when after a long day of work you found Mephisto perched on your balcony. You turned to the caw. “Mephisto?” You strided toward the glass door, feet dragging from fatigue and you flicked the lock. A gentle tug on the handle and Linkon’s night air blew across your face. Before you could interrogate Mephsito you saw a familiar bike and a familiar form. Sylus, leisurely leaning across the bike, elbows on the handles, like he wasn’t a wanted criminal casually parked in a residential area in Linkon.

Guilt hit you in the gut when you remembered the text messages from Sylus you kept ignoring the past week.

02:31

I noticed something was missing from my closet. I hope my sweater keeps you company.  Though, I’d like to ask why you’d settle for that instead of the real deal.

23:57

Your password creation skills need some work, sweetie. I will applaud you on your creativity however. “Mesph!stoisann0ying” and “voulezvouscoucheravecmoiSylus”. Too bad Luke and Kieran got them first try when they realized someone changed the passwords to our armories.

You locked eye contact with Sylus and you froze on the spot. He raised his arm and made a small gesture. Come here. You chewed on your lip and turned around to re-enter your apartment—not without sending Mephisto your usual glare of course—in search of the sweater you stole from Sylus’s closet. As you rummaged your apartment you forced your brain to come up with a believable excuse for why you’d been ignoring Sylus. 

You were sick? Being sick didn’t necessarily mean you couldn’t respond to his texts, especially if you were home. Away on Hunter business? If he suspected you were ignoring him he probably would’ve sent Mephisto to your place to check if you really were on business. Too risky. Accidentally dropped your phone in water? Couldn’t get it repaired until today? Probably the most believable, but then you’d have to deal with his teasing. You could hear his chuckle, could imagine the smirk in his voice as you refused to look at him because of your embarrassment as he said, “You’re combat trained, you fight Wanderers…and yet you accidently drop your phone in water.”

The thought made you realize how much you missed Sylus despite it only being a week. A part of you wondered why you tortured yourself like this. Pushing Sylus away to silently deal with your own complex emotions. Hoping a hole would suddenly appear beneath you and simply engulf you so you could hide; hide away from the feelings of shame, guilt and gut wrenching self-loathing that prevented you from doing anything productive.

But amongst the ugliness was a small voice that wondered what would happen if you told Sylus, if you confided in him. Would he embrace you? Comfort you? Would he push you away? Call you weak and pathetic?

No. This was Sylus. He would never say that. Sylus would—

You pushed the thoughts away that often had you playing an endless game of tug-of-war with yourself. You exhaled harshly and rubbed the back of your neck.

Amidst the chaos of your thoughts you finally found the gray cashmere sweater you stole from Sylus. It only took three trips back and forth from your bedroom to main living area to find it. You snatched it, quickly slipped your feet in some comfy slippers and ran out the door.

You slowly approached Sylus with the sweater in hand and the best fake smile you could muster. “Hey, sorry. I accidentally dropped my pho—”

“Get on.” You watched as Sylus ignited the engine and the bike awoke with a rumbling roar.

“Huh?” You stood there dumbfounded, hand slightly outstretched, still intending to give Sylus his sweater back.

The man eyed the sweater and gently shook his head with a slight smirk before he threw his leg over the side of the bike, approaching you. He gently took the sweater from your hand and slipped it over your head. “It’s cold tonight, you’ll need this.” His eyes fell to your fuzzy slippers.

“Are we going somewhere—" The question turned into a surprised squeak as Sylus lifted you off the ground with ease. One hand under your knees and the other on your back as he set you down on the bike.

Sylus reached down to your feet. “These are going to fly off. Let me.” He slid your slippers off, exposing your toes to the cold air. “Mephisto will place these on your balcony.”

“Like hell he will! He’s going to throw them in the bushes—” The pad of his finger silenced your protest.

“I suppose I should be glad you still have the energy to argue,” he said softly as he placed your slippers on the ground.

You threw a leg over the other side of the bike, settling in the back seat as Sylus settled in the front. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your fingers intertwining across his abs. “You didn’t answer my question,” you said over his shoulder. Without a word he lifted the kickstand with his foot. “Wait—no helmet—?!” Sylus sped off out of the residential area.

“I’m assuming we’re going to the base?” You finally said once you both stopped at a red light.

“We’re going nowhere."

“What? Then why did you suddenly show up and demand I get on the bike with you?”

“You’re smart, kitten. Use that hunter brain of yours.” The light turned green and he started forward.

You huffed and rested your head against his broad back. Minutes went by and it seemed there truly wasn’t a final destination. Sylus zipped past Linkon’s streets, rarely taking turns and instead choosing to remain on a steady course straight. 

You did not in fact use your hunter brain to figure out Sylus’s intentions and instead chose to mull over whether or not to push Sylus further for an answer. You entertained the thought. In the time you’ve known Sylus you realized he never got mad, at you anyway, and rarely did he get annoyed either. “Sylus?” You decided to test the waters. When he didn’t respond you assumed it was safe. “Are we there yet?” He still didn’t respond. A few more stops at red lights later and you decided to try again. “Are we going to get more skincare products?” You teased. “I think they’re closed.”

You tried again, and again, and yet again, but still got no answer from Sylus. In between you started counting the minutes. Five minutes…ten minutes…fifteen minutes…When twenty minutes flew by your patience was at its limit. “Sylus, please, just tell me why you’re doing this. It’s late and I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed. I’m not nocturnal like you.” Still no answer from the man. A week of not talking and this is what he does. You let out a controlled exhale of frustration and your head fell back to the space between his shoulders a little too harshly. You knew that he knew you were irritated and you debated whether or not to simply jump off the bike.

But frustration was soon replaced by sleepiness. The past week’s emotional rollercoaster finally took a toll on your body and you closed your eyes and half prayed you didn’t accidentally fall asleep and fall off the back of a moving bike (despite contemplating whether to jump off just prior).

And for a brief moment, as your muscles relaxed, as your thoughts quieted, as the rumble of the bike beneath you turned into a gentle humming and the world seemed to fall away. The lights from Linkon buildings seemed to dim as you passed by. The cold, harsh air turned into a gentle, lulling breeze across your face. You focused on the feeling of Sylus. The trust you placed him as he drove through Linkon. The feel of his strong body in your arms. A smell that is undeniably him. Your arms tightened around him and you nuzzled into his back. You opened your eyes—

And everything came back. The harsh Linkon air. The lights of Linkon buildings. The rumbling of Sylus’s bike. The presence of other cars and people around you. You looked around and realized you were both stopped at a red light. 

You made a small sound in the back of your throat, something akin to a sound of surprise. As if you saw something you had not seen before.

“Did you find something interesting, sweetie?” Sylus’s voice could be heard over the rumbling of the bike.

You smiled gently and closed your eyes, your head found its way into the comfortable curve between his shoulder blades. “I am a smart hunter,” you mumbled softly, sleep overtaking your body once again.

You relaxed your body, searching and falling into that newly discovered trance. Your muscles relaxed, your thoughts quieted, the rumbling turned into humming. The lights dimmed and the breeze came back.

And you focused on nothing but Sylus.

[littlelamy]

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ mbf masterlist

summary ✯ rafe puts his loving where his mouth is

warnings ✯ smut *fem. receiving* & language

any note (s) ✯

“well then, if you want me rafe,” you snap into the phone, your voice sharp and your chest hot with anger. it’s the third time this month you’ve warned him about sofia throwing herself at him, and still, he acts clueless. “put your loving where your mouth is.”

you hang up without waiting for him to answer, already knowing he’ll be on his way. flowers in hand, that stupid, guilty look on his face, trying to fix things the only way he knows how.

fifteen minutes later, earlier than usual, there he is at your door. a giant bouquet of blooms in his grip, their stems still dripping with water. before you can say a word, the flowers are tossed on the couch, forgotten, and his body is pressing yours back against the now closed door.

he drops to his knees, not even trying to argue.

his lips trail over your shins, your knees, then lower, kissing your ankles and your feet. his hands stroke up your thighs as he looks up at you with those soft blue eyes, guilt swimming there, desire pulling just as strong.

“please, baby,” he murmurs, kissing higher, mouth ghosting just below the hem of your skirt. “let me make it up to you.”

you huff, crossing your arms, still scowling down at him, but your pulse betrays you.

his lips reach your inner thigh, his teeth scraping lightly. his hands slide beneath your skirt, finding the lace stretched tight over your core.

“fuck,” he groans, nuzzling against the damp fabric, pressing his mouth there while his eyes flick up to read your face. “you’re already soaked.”

you bite your lip, refusing to give in too easily, but the heat spreading through your body makes it harder to hold back. he hooks his fingers into the lace, tugging it aside, and his breath hitches at the sight of you glistening. “so pretty,” he whispers before dragging his tongue slow from your entrance to your clit.

your head falls back against the door with a soft gasp. “rafe…”

he grins against you, his tongue circling, teasing, then flattening as he licks deep and slow. his hands grip your thighs, holding you open, refusing to let you squirm away.

“i’ll eat this pussy until you forgive me,” he says between licks, his voice rough, reverent. “until you forget her name.”

your fingers slide into his messy hair, pulling hard as your hips grind against his face. every stroke of his tongue makes you wetter, your anger melting away.

“baby, you taste so fucking good,” he moans, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling it gently before releasing with a wet pop.

your legs tremble, your moans slipping out no matter how hard you try to stay mad. “rafe… oh my God.”

he groans against you, eating you like he’s starving, all sloppy and greedy, the sounds of it echoing in the quiet room.

“that’s it,” he mumbles, licking harder, faster. “come on my face, baby. let me feel it.” and when you do, he still doesn’t stop—he licks you through it, drinking you in until your knees nearly give out.

he finally looks up at you, mouth shiny and chin dripping with your arousal, while his eyes were dark and filled with love. “better?” he asks, still on his knees. looking down at him you smirk, "you're one tenth of your way there."

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[sunrisemill]

I’m dying to bounce on it

[sshrubit]

𓆩❤︎𓆪 MDNI. 18+. part 2 of nerd!gojo. college!au. secret relationship. public. hándjob. kissing. swallowing. dírty talk. l-bomb. 1.1k words. lel. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

satoru has been gulping so hard for the past 30 minutes now.

he’s waiting for his last class to start so he can go back to his dorm and hide those hickeys all over his neck. he keeps tugging at his shirt’s neckline as if it’s gonna help him.

every time he walks around the campus just to pass from class to class, people are craning their necks towards him.

and he’s sure it’s not about his overly tall height.

people whisper, probably even gossip by now, and some even giggled. satoru can’t do anything but get into his safe space—that one building in the campus where the back stairs weren't used at all.

satoru slumped all his weight on the mossy concrete step, backpack heavy on his shoulders.

a sigh left his lips as he tugs his shirt, the bite marks on his chest along with claws have been healing. as much as he enjoyed getting marked by you, he didn’t really want anyone talking about him.

but at this state, he’s most likely the talk of the people now, his friends who spotted him after his library shenanigans were so confused that their co-nerd is getting some action.

even his software engineer professor who knows him as the student who seems to be in his own world raised his brow at him.

you, on the other hand, were having the time of your life. your popular colleagues who have been sitting in the cafe inside the main campus have been gossiping and laughing now.

until..

“oh, hey, hey! listen,” one of them said, giggling. “you guys remember that one nerdy guy with white hair and blue eyes and like glasses—gojo, was it?”

you bit your lower lip, clearly she’s talking about your boyfriend.. which they have no clue your boyfriend.

“turns out he went to class covered in hickeys!?” she continued as if it was one of the most groundbreaking rumor for this week at the campus. “according to my friend, aki, he didn’t have any marks that morning but then next class he’s covered!”

“oh wow, that’s kinda freaky for a nerd.” someone commented.

“maybe he’s dating or sleeping with that another nerdy glasses girl from his automata class—i see them together a lot.”

that’s why you’re here, standing on the end of the concrete stairs where you know satoru hides a lot.

you clutched the strap of your shoulder bag, breathing heavily. your other hand is gripping the sweating drink for life.

“y/n?” satoru called lifting head towards you. “w-what are you doing here?”

your steps are heavy on the stair, his hands automatically reach for the drink you are clearly passing on him.

without a warning, you cupped satoru’s face—slamming your lips on his.

jealousy is such a funny thing. you would have laughed about it with your colleagues like he is some campus npc or another passing student getting gossiped.

but god, thinking about satoru fucking another woman? oh you’re gonna lose it.

as much as satoru is confused, he could never refuse his girlfriend’s mouth on his.

his free hand runs up and down your back, it’s like he’s soothing you.

you pulled away a bit just to nibble on his lower lip then going back to peck it harshly, then another one, then again, and then—

“what’s wrong?” satoru finally asked, pulling you away a little.

“nothing.” you said, “just miss you..”

your finger trails from his lips, to his jaw, to that masterpiece hickeys that everyone was talking about today.

“you’re popular today, toru” you joked as you sat beside him, grabbing his wrist to drink from your iced coffee.

satoru angled the straw on your lips, “..wonder who is the reason”

you giggled, “wanna get more popular?” hands snaking on his thigh then sneaking near his crotch.

satoru put the drink aside and look down on you as your chin settled on his chest, hand soft tugging his belt.

his head thrown back, shutting his eyes off. satoru should push you off, stop you, tell you that—‘no, this is a public space. someone can catch you two and he might lose his scholarship’

but you had already unbuckled his belt, the sound of the zipper rings his ears.

your fingers dragging the band of his boxers down to expose his angry, leaking cock—all hard and ready for you.

“baby, don’t do i—ahh, ffuck—” satoru moaned as you wrapped your hands around his tip, thumb hovering on his slit.

“no one walks around here, toru..” you assured him, kiss the side of his neck. “not even a cctv around, just enjoy, m’kay?”

satoru’s blue eyes scan the area around. you’re right, it’s too quiet here. no student traffic, not even bikes, just trees swooshing.

your hand worked on cock, twisting your wrist around the head. your eyes are fixated on his reaction, his eyes are glued on his hard cock as your hand goes up and down on its length.

he’s biting his lower lip, chest heaving. his mouth is slightly open, he doesn’t know whether to say something, stop you, or just let himself enjoy this.

your pace quicken, pumping his cock in much rougher action. “feel so good, baby—ngh—fuck, your—your hand feels so g-good”

“wish it’s my cunt instead of my hand, toru” you whispered in his ear, breath fanning his lobe. “you would love that better, don’t you?”

“my pussy being fucked by your biiiiig cock, ruining me.”

oh god, you shouldn’t have whispered that.

satoru’s hips chase your palms, he can’t stop thinking about your pretty little pussy.

that cunt—always wet and glistening for him.

every time you get alone time in his dorm, always having your legs spread open for him, letting him rut in you so good.

always writhing under him.

“i’m close, baby—fuck, i don’t—ahh, shit don’t—!”

you ducked your head down on his lap, wrapping your lips around his cock—just enough so he can shoot all his cum inside your mouth.

satoru can’t believe he came way too fast. he usually lasts longer now after having sex with you multiple times.

but fuck, this is different. it’s probably because you are giving him a hand job on campus.

he didn’t even know that his hand was already fisting your hair as you licked on his slit, not missing any drop.

you sit up straight, swallowing. a satisfied smile plastered on your lips as satoru’s glasses are already a bit foggy, his face is very much pink.

although his glasses are affected, satoru didn’t miss a chance to lift the hem of his shirt and wipe your lips.

“shit, shit. sorry, baby” satoru said before fixing your hair.

your hands have already tucked his dick inside his boxer, zipping up his jeans before some bad luck that a student passes by.

you pat satoru’s cheek, grinning. “good job, toru. you did really well, baby”

satoru leaned down to peck your lips, “thank you, baby. i love you.”

your face heats up, a giggle spills from your lips. “i love you too, toru. you’re mine, right?”

satoru nodded eagerly, “all yours, baby. i promise.”

“good.”

[dollyichi]

thinking of an inexperienced katsuki bakugou who wants to experiment before actually getting to fuck you properly. wanting (and insisting) to study your reactions first so when the ‘big bang’ happens it’s all perfect—it’d piss you off sometimes because you really just wanted to fuck him because he’s already perfect.

still, he’s obsessed when he gets it right. when he moves his fingers a certain way and you start to mewl, or tremble, or when he bites your shoulder while he plays with your clit and that makes you moan louder. or when you start to moan softer because you’re focusing on trying to cum.

taking notes of the times you’re getting closer when you bite your lip and lean your head towards the pillows while his mouth’s suckin’ on your pretty bud.

today was more… sadistic? maybe a little.

all he had was his fingers inside before you’re squirming and pushing him away. getting shy at how loud your cunts gushing around him. feeling him curl up inside and beaming at the sight of your face all scrunched up. mouth parted slightly and yet only short breaths were coming out of it.

and after? well, he made sure you sucked it all up. pulling on your tongue slightly, coating his fingers with your spit, replacing your slick. “you like how it tastes baby? that’s all you, you know.” with a chuckle. and you moan, looking up at him with tears at the corners of your eyes.

“oh?” he’d tease. he wonders how you’d look when you’re sucking him off with his cock covered with both your ‘flavors.’

maybe you were just too into it, leaning forward when be tries to pull away, trying to motion it back in your mouth with the tip of your tongue. “awe come on, don’t tell me you’re addicted to it now?”

you really hoped he’d just cut the ‘self lessons’ and finally fuck you properly.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

[cookieangel224]

Gotta be my fav gender too if I'm being honest. Especially Uniqua, Knuckles and Elmo, shoutout to them <3

[seidoll]

watching a horror movie with rin . . . ‪‪❤︎‬

your boyfriend has always been obsessed with horror movies. not the corny ones, but the ones that are actually fucked up—psychological, dark, gore-packed, shit that makes your stomach twist. he watches them like it’s nothing, like he’s analyzing plays on the field. focused. quiet. completely unfazed while you sit there clutching a pillow.

so when he drags you to the couch tonight, horror flick playing on the big screen, you should’ve expected he’d ruin you in his own twisted way. you’re bent over the armrest, face pressed into the cushion, rin buried balls-deep inside you from behind. the surround sound screams mix with the wet slap of skin on skin, his cock punching into you so deep you swear he’s rearranging your guts.

“r-rin, fuck, wait—” you babble, nails clawing at the leather, legs trembling as his pace only gets meaner. his palm cracks down on your ass, hard, making you jolt forward. “shut up. keep your eyes on the screen or i’ll fuck you even harder.” his voice is low, flat, like he’s just stating a fact. that sharp tone makes your pussy clamp around him, makes him grunt quietly behind you.

you try—you really try—to look at the blood-soaked scene flashing across the tv, but your vision blurs with tears and drool slips from your lips as he drags his cock out just to slam it back in, making your cervix ache in the most addictive way.

“fuck—‘s too much, rinnie, i can’t—mmnghh” you whine, but your hips push back against him like you’re begging for more. he grabs your hair, yanking your head up so your watery eyes are forced to face the screen. “don’t tap out on me now. you love this shit.”

you choke on a sob, body quaking as his cock bullies your walls, creamy slick dripping down your thighs. every thrust makes the couch creak, his heavy balls smacking against your clit. you’re creaming so much he’s a mess too, thick cock glistening each time he drags out before burying himself right back to the hilt.

“shit, look at you,” he mutters, voice strained but still controlled, “whining like you don’t want it, but your pussy’s choking me.” your legs shake violently when he angles his hips just right, hitting so deep you see white. “c-can’t look—h-haah—you’re going to fast...! ’m cumming... cumming, rinnie...! aahhh!” your words dissolve into incoherent moans, and he answers you with another sharp slap to your ass before picking up the pace, fucking you like he wants to ruin you for good.

your orgasm crashes over you so hard you scream into the cushion, clenching so tight around him it forces a groan out of his throat. he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, until he’s spilling deep inside you, hot cum flooding your cunt while your body shakes uncontrollably.

the movie credits roll in the background, eerie music still playing, when rin finally pulls out, cock glossy and dripping with your combined mess. you slump against the couch, boneless, while your thighs twitch from how hard he pounded you.

rin tucks himself back into his sweats like nothing happened, then glances at you with that usual deadpan stare. “you missed the ending.” you’re still trembling, drooling, legs spread, cum leaking out of you. “you’re such—such an asshole..”

he shrugs, grabbing the remote. “rewind it, then. i’ll make sure you don’t look away this time.”

based on this req !

© seidoll | don't copy, repost, or translate any of my work

[xiachos]

loser bf!choso who loves his girl. ❤︎ 18+ minors dni , oral (m+f rec) , masturbation , overstimulation , begging + edging , hair pulling , dirty talk , creampie , 0.2k words in total — masterlist

loser bf!choso who gets hard the second you so much as brush against him in the kitchen. one accidental graze of your ass when he’s reaching for a plate, and suddenly he’s pressed against your back, mumbling a guilty “s-sorry” while his hips grind forward on their own. you catch him biting his lip, pretending he’s not already half-hard just from the contact.

loser bf!choso who sneaks off to the bathroom to jerk off when you’re in the shower, trying to keep his whines muffled in his hand. the sound of water running mixed with his imagination is enough to make him cum fast, but you always hear the faintest whimper or the way he drops the bottle of lotion. when you call him out after, he can’t look you in the eye.

loser bf!choso who eats you out like it’s his full-time job. he’ll spend hours between your thighs, tongue working tirelessly, drool dripping down his chin. he zones out down there, grinding against the bed just from your taste, whimpering when you tug his hair because he doesn’t ever want to stop.

loser bf!choso who gets pouty if you pull him out before he finishes. he’ll look at you with watery eyes, cock leaking, muttering “please, just wanna fill you up,” like his life depends on it. when you finally let him, he’ll cum so deep with a shaky moan, nuzzling against your chest like a reward.

loser bf!choso who records little voice memos of you moaning (with your permission), and listens to them when he’s gaming late at night. you’ll catch him in his headset, cock in hand, whimpering quietly to himself while your moans play in his ears, too needy to stop even when his friends are in the same lobby.

loser bf!choso who never lasts when you ride him. two minutes in and he’s already clinging to your waist, chest heaving, face buried in your chest. he’ll cum with shaky moans, begging you not to stop moving, embarrassed at how fast you can make him lose control.

loser bf!choso who steals your panties when you’re not home. he’ll rut into them in his bed, nose buried in the fabric, whispering your name as he fucks his fist. he tries to wash them and put them back before you notice, but you always know when he’s touched them because he’s terrible at hiding his guilt.

loser bf!choso who moans loud during head—like porn star loud. his head falls back, thighs trembling, his voice cracking when you take him deep. he’ll apologize after, covering his red face with his hands, but the desperate sounds only make you want to suck him off again.

loser bf!choso who will drop the controller mid-match if you tease him during his game. one brush of your hand over his cock and he’s abandoning his teammates, yanking you into his lap to rut against your hips, mumbling “fuck the game, you’re better anyway.”

loser bf!choso who melts when you call him “good boy.” it makes his cock twitch instantly, his face heating as he nods frantically, promising to do whatever you want. you’ll barely have to ask and he’s on his knees, whining for you to keep praising him.

loser bf!choso who loves mirror sex, not out of arrogance but obsession. he watches you instead of himself—the way your face scrunches when you cum, the way your body bounces on him, the way your tears glisten when you’re overstimulated. he’ll whisper, “look how pretty you are for me,” while pounding you from behind.

loser bf!choso who whimpers when you tug his hair during sex. you barely tug and he’s gasping, cock twitching, his hips stuttering as he mutters “harder” with glazed eyes. you love it because it makes him so pliant, your big loser boyfriend, undone by a handful of his messy hair.

loser bf!choso who clings after sex like a koala. you’ll be sweaty, sticky, in desperate need of a shower, and he’s got all his weight on you, mumbling “don’t leave, you’re warm.” he won’t let go until you promise you’ll come back to bed after you clean up.

loser bf!choso who cries when you edge him too long. tears slip down his cheeks, cock red and leaking, as he begs, “please let me cum, i’ll be good, i swear.” when you finally give in, he’ll cum so hard his whole body shakes, and he’ll thank you over and over through broken sobs.

loser bf!choso who loves lazy morning sex. half-asleep, he’ll rut against your thigh until he slips inside, muffling his moans in your neck so the neighbors don’t hear. he moves slow and sloppy, whining about how warm you are, refusing to pull out even after he cums.

[luviestarz]

ɴɪꜱʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ ʀɪᴋɪ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ⚡︎

⚡︎ yandere!niki — flowers for you - @enhais (school crush, yandere!niki x gn!reader, you’re giving him flowers and asking him out on a date tihi)

⚡︎ and you?  - @palajae (niki x tutor!reader ”i didn’t take you to be a slob.")

⚡︎ ୨୧ KISS IT BETTER — n. riki - @bywons (badboy!nishimura riki x f!reader)

⚡︎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ that feeling when - @forlovvers (in which a simple moment in time makes you realize your forever feelings towards your best friend.)

⚡︎ ( 니키 ) — 3:42pm - @neos127

⚡︎ jealousy, jealousy — nrk. - @soobnny (nishimura riki is stubborn and hard-headed, yet not even a fight can stop him from making sure no one bothers his girlfriend. who knew jealousy could look so good on riki?)

⚡︎ badboy!niki x fem - @kazmura (when getting punched in the face is the only way to stop ur boyfriends heated fight)

⚡︎ the same heart ☆ n.r - @babeyun (navigating the beginning of your first relationship is proving to be most heartwarming, including the list of firsts - particularly, your first kiss.)

⚡︎ sticky - @vivimura (you and your boyfriend decide to visit the sauna as a break from the winter, but something about you sweating makes him feel all hot for reasons other than the sauna.)

⚡︎ mama a riki behind you ! / 니키 - @ikeuki (riki is so over today—picture day. he encounters someone who he thinks will only make it worse, but surprisingly makes it better?)

⚡︎ snitch - reader x ni-ki - @enhani-ki (very suggestive content, making out, cursing)

⚡︎ TEENAGE DIRTBAG - @manariee (is riki really that irritated by you or perhaps is it your boyfriend?)

⚡︎ — 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙀 - @rikiiluvr (stoner!nishimura riki x rich!reader)

⚡︎ WHEN YOUR ❀ 닫다 - @callikari (when the campus player meets the it-girl, he starts to fall without meaning to)

⚡︎ shinunoga | nrk. - @eeunoia (you finally had the courage to put an end to your toxic relationship with the jock nishimura riki and yet lose that chance again a bit shortly.)

⚡︎ VICTORY - @manariee (you play better than his friends ?)

⚡︎ for his eyes only - @mrsjjongstby (You were a ballerina—graceful, delicate, and broke. When your mentor whispered about a secret gala, you didn’t know you’d be sold. Bought for a hundred million dollars by a man who spoke little and watched too closely, you expected control, cruelty, maybe even a golden cage. But he gave you quiet hallways to walk barefoot, silk sheets to sleep in, and a world scrubbed clean for your comfort. He never asked you to love him. He only made sure you had no reason not to.)

⚡︎ lazy morning sex with boyfriend ni-ki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ - @ninisdollie (fem! reader x ni-ki, established relationship, lazy morning sex, very cozy and kind of fluffy, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk, creampie, reader riding riki)

⚡︎ ⚝ gamer!ni-ki x beauty influencer!reader ⚝ - @peachywonnie

⚡︎ kiss it better - nishimura riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁ - @ninisdollie (In which reader teaches her dear friend how to treat a woman right. Or in which reader teaches ni-ki how to give head)

⚡︎ ───── FOUND IN THE QUIET 西村 力 N. RK - @amoressb (a fun game of hide and seek with your best friend and his members leads to more)

⚡︎ ───── MY BIGGEST FAN 西村 力 N. RK - @amoressb (you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him)

⚡︎ niki trying to play games while u grind on his lap - @lascvitae

⚡︎ Can't stop kissing you - @mrsjjongstby (Niki can’t stop kissing and being touching with the reader while babying the reader make it seductive)

⚡︎ A TROPHY WITH TEETH - @elikajinnie (You left him, his fame, his fury, the love that felt more like a cage. But obsession doesn’t end with goodbye. And when he finds you again, it’s clear that some ghosts don’t knock. They beg)

[sunrisemill]

He cannot keep getting away with ts

[mariosapplepie]

cooking in the comet observatory !

drawn by @/feeniroir on twitter !

[himelaces]

toji looks up at you from in between your legs, his brows drawn together to form a small frown. "you think i'm dumb or something?," he grumbles, squeezing your thighs with his large calloused hands. "you faked it."

you prop yourself up on your elbows, your cheeks flushed a dark pink. you had faked it — for the first time as well. you didn't know what it was but it just wasn't feeling right this time around. but you didn't have the heart to tell him and so you decided to pretend. though you should have known he would have caught on. toji knows you like the back of his hand, front and back.

"tell me what you want me to do," he chides, diving back down and running a finger up your slick slit. your body shudders slightly under his touch, your pussy feeling a little bit sensitive.

"can you... try go a bit lower?," you ask shyly, intertwining your fingers in his hair as you slowly guide him down. he follows your lead and licks a long strip from the bottom all the way up to your clit. you let out a breathy moan and he continues the ministrations along your sweet folds. "stay lower, please," you say in a soft tone. he does as you instruct, licking up and down and making tiny circles over your sopping core.

"mhm just like that," you mewl, tugging on his hair and rolling your hips against his mouth. the filthy man he is, he's making the most lewd and near pornographic slobbering noises as he ravages on your poor little cunt. "aaaa toji! just like that! don't — hngh! — don't stop!," you cry, throwing your head back in pleasure.

you can feel him smirking against your dripping core as he prods his long, warm tongue in to get an even better taste of your sweetness. your legs squish on either side of his head, trembling as he continues to devour you. he's going at it at such a dogged pace that you're having trouble catching your breath.

"t-toji," you whimper. "'m gonna cum." he hooks his arms underneath your ass, lifting it into the air and lapping at your juicy folds. your hands fist the sheets beneath you and you scream out his name as you come undone for him, coating his mouth with your arousal.

after swallowing every last drop, he pops his mouth from your pussy and then lands a soft slap on it. you jolt at the sudden act and pout down at him. "what was that for?," you whine as he sets you back down on the bed.

he brings himself up and his body hovers over yours, mouth glossy with the remnants of yourself. he gives you an uncharacteristically tender kiss to your lips, giving you a taste of your candied slick. "don't ever fake it again," he says lowly as he latches his lips onto yours as you two share a passionate yet gentle kiss.

[igarisol]

heart symbols 🧷 ♥︎

♡ ♡̴ ♡̶ ❤︎ 𑁤

♡⃝ ‎۪ᩍ ♥︎ ♡ﾟ ෆ

ᡴꪫ =͟͟͞♡ ❦ 𑣩𑣨 𓈈 ♥︎ 𓈈

♡⃞ ཐི♡ཋྀ ꨄ︎. ˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

♡̸ 𓆩♡𓆪 ♡⃘

flower symbols :

❀ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ✿ 𖤣

❁ 𖥧 𖡼 ⚘

❁ ❆ ❅ ✾

⚜ ✽ ✼ ✻

⚘ ⚜ ❦ ❧

star symbols :

★ ✦ ✢ ✥

✧ ❂ ❉ ✯

✸ ✵ ❇ ≛

⛤ ✫ ✬ ✪

⚝ ⛧ ✰ ✩

Random symbol combos :

𓊆 ❀ ⁎⁺₊ ཐི♰ཋྀ ₊⁺⁎ ❀ 𓊇 ˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

˚꒪ ♬‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱༝⁺.𝄞 ཐིཋྀ₊˚*:ꔫ:*｡ꕥ˖°

𝝑⋆₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚. ✿˖°. ݁ ˖୨୧₊❀

𖤓𓂃 ོ𓂃°⭒₊ ⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒