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[jojo-sugoi]

"nghh—riiiinnn!" your loud moans were muffled by the leather of the car's back seat as you get pounded into again and again by your boyfriend, rin. 

how did you get here you ask? 

it was right after his soccer practice. rin already being pissed off from isagi's annoying voice and his teammates always being noisy. and then there was you, watching him from the bleachers like the sweet girlfriend you are to him. 

"i won the lottery" he thinks sometimes, wondering how a stoic and unreadable man like rin got such a caring and angel-like girlfriend.

at least that's what he thought. 

but that's far from what you actually were like; touching his arms and neck with feather light touches, whispering words with double meaning in his ear with such an innocent smile. you were teasing him. and he couldn't do anything about it. 

or could he? 

and now here you were, in his car, getting fucked into next year."mm—can't! s'too much,” you whimper into the seat, burying your face there as your teeth sink into the leather, trying to ground yourself. but his hands slide to your hips, arching your back even more than it already was before pounding into you like the world was ending tomorrow. “no it’s not,” he mumbles in your ear, lips quivering just a little, but just enough to send shivers down your spine. 

“you can take it. you always do, don't you, darling?" You bucked your hips up, meeting his, the cramped leather creaking beneath your knees, his jersey still half-hanging off one shoulder, and your fingers making small scratch marks on the seat. "riiinnn..rinniiiee!— oh it feels so good! h-hhhaa- don' stop.." you mewled, jaw clenched and suppressing moans. "does it, love? feels so good, yeah?" his head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut as heat pooled between you two.The windows blurred, completely fogged now—each breath you shared smearing more condensation along the glass. Your moans got higher, softer, as his deep groans grew louder, sharper. "baby pleeassee! s-slow down!"

but he didn't.

he physically couldn't.

"m'sorry pretty.." he mutters a brief half-assed apology before flipping you onto your back and slamming into you at a brutal pace."ohmygod!- huu-" you choked out, burying your face in his neck, your voice coming out breathless and broken as your thighs trembled around his waist, car shaking along with his thrusts. he swore under his breath, hands gripping onto your waist, rocking up into you now.

oh you were gone.

his pace sped up again.

wet skin slapping. mouths gasping.

"mmhh, rin! gentler— s'too much!" you choked out, gaping at the way he kept up that relentless pace, his tongue peeking out and saliva dripping onto your collar bones and chest. "shh..take it..thought you were so slick, hm? teasing me all fuckin' day? now you're gonna sit still and fuckin' take what i give you, mh?" he rasps out,the warmth in ur lower stomach is building with every word he throws out. you dont care if they're icky, you dont care if theyre mean, you get it now. you want him to ruin you.

"ah, ah, ah! m'cumming!-" you let out a whine, clawing at his back as he brought his hand up to press it up on the bulge in your abdomen as you release. "atta girl..c'mon.." he ruts into you, now chasing his high, lifting your hips in the air and immediately burying himself inside your hilt. he pulls out slowly, picking you up and placing you on his lap, skin slick with sweat. "had fun?" he mutters, resting his head on your shoulder while rubbing gentle circles on your back.

"mhm" 

"good."

ps. hiii this is my first time writing so sorry if my writing's not that good :pp

[jojo-sugoi]

YOU JEALOUS?

✮⋆˙ | asked by: anonymous.

✮⋆˙ | featuring: isagi yoichi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi

✮⋆˙ | cw: crack/fluff themes! fem!reader. possible spelling mistakes though i did proof read

Isagi Yoichi!

Definitely veryyyy vocal about it. (Of course he is, it's slursagi we're talking about). Like if he ever catches a guy flirting with you, he's gonna make it obvious the two of you are dating. Like this one time, this random dude was flirting with you in public while Isagi was roaming about in the shop you guys were at. So when he came back, he was caught off guard when he saw some guy trying to shoot his shot with you. His hand clenches harshly around the things he was holding, and he quickly makes his way over to the two of you. A hand snaked around your waist, and he brung you closer to him, making sure your back pressed against his chest, "Hey, babe. Who's this? A friend, perhaps? Hope so, though, kinda seemed like he was hitting on you?" He pulls his gaze away from you to the guy in front of him, "You wouldn't be the typa guy to hit on other people's girls, right?' There was a clear emphasis on the word babe, and he sure wasn't holding back on his words. But of course he wouldn't, he wanted to let the guy know that you're his, and his only. The guy, obviously shaken up, apologized before leaving the two of you alone. Isagi stares disapprovingly at him as he walks away before focusing back on you. He leans down and kisses you, "That guy could never take you away from me, right?" You laugh at his stupidity and shake your head, "He could never."

Meguru Bachira!

Definitely gets super annoyed, and I can see him purposefully interrupting the conversation between you and the guy in like a super rude way. For example: You two were at the park, and he saw an ice-cream truck so he left you on your own at the bench to go buy the two of you some, but when he came back, he was caught by surprise to see a random stranger hitting on you. A frown immediately forms on his face, and without a second thought, he makes it over to you guys. He interrupts the guy to give you a kiss on the lips and handing over your ice-cream, which you quietly thank him for. The guy freezes on the spot, but still makes an attempt to flirt with you ‐ but Bachira wasn't having it. He interrupted him again, "Hey, honey, I love your hair today." You focus on Bachira again, smiling at his compliment, and again, completely ignoring the man in front of you to focus on your sweet boyfriend. The guy grits his teeth, which makes Bachira cheer internally, but the stranger wouldn't give up and makes a few more attempts to flirt with you, which Bachira interrupts each and every time to compliment you. Soon enough, the man gives up with a groan and grumbles under his breath, "Assholes…" You give the guy a dirty look and look over at Bachira in confusion, "Geez, what was his problem?" Bachira shrugs and smiles at you, "No idea. Let's just eat our ice-creams before they melt."

Hyoma Chigiri!

Now, I'm not exactly too sure how he'll react if he saw a guy flirting with you. I'm sure he'll definitely, one, give sarcasm 'n attitude or, two, play it as if he doesn't care. For funsies, I'll pick the first option! The two of you were at the mall date after going out for a date. The two of you were giggling and stuff before a random guy walks up to the two of you with a cocky smirk on his face, "Mind if I borrow you for a moment? Surely your friend won't mind, would she?" You and Chigiri give each other a look before turning to the guy, and just when you were about to defend your feminine-looking boyfriend after he's just been misgendered along with being forced to watch you being hit on, he speaks up for himself, "No the fuck you cannot borrow my girlfriend because we are dating. I'm her boyfriend." The guy chuckles and throws his hands up in the air, "Shitttt, man. Would've never guessed you were a dude. Aight, my bad. I'll leave." Chigiri gives the guy the most DIRTIEST look ever that has you snickering under your breath, and what he says made you laugh out loud, "Yeah, you should. Not like she'll leave my gorgeous face and hair for your bald-headed ass. Buzzcuts don't suit guys with humongous heads by the way." The guy immediately stops smiling and tsk's his teeth before leaving, mumbling something under his breath the two of you can't really make up. "What a dickhead," You try to reply but you were cut off from your own laughter. Chigiri looks at you and snickers, "What?" "Did him so dirty, 'Giri." "The truth hurts. What can I say?" He shrugs before joining you. The both of you giggling like two school girls.

Reo Mikage!

Definitely brags and shows off his money or shows off in the MEANEST way possible to put the person flirting with you to fucking shame. Both of you at the jewellery shop that he forced you to because he wanted to buy you some stuff as a treat. Like he doesn't do that nearly every single time the two of you go out. You were browsing around, and Reo was doing the same thing on the other side of the store. Your attention was grabbed by a guy trying to hit on you. Reo grabbed a piece of jewellery that he thought would look super pretty on you, and just when he turns around to look for you, his smile dropped. A guy was flirting with you, and he couldn't have that. He walks up to the two of you, and your focus goes back to your purple-haired boyfriend. "Hey, Reo!!" "Hey, babe." He looks over at the guy with a glare, "Who's this?" You shrug, and Reo grits his teeth. His eyes go back to you and show you the necklace he picked out for you. Your eye widens at the pretty piece of jewellery, and then the price tag, which makes you wince, "Babe, this is like... super expensive." Reo shrugs nonchalantly, "Nothing I can't afford, honey. Hey, how about you pick something else along with that? Hell, pick a bunch of things. No limits. Go crazy." You were about to object, only for him to gently push you forward to look around the store. You couldn't protest with him – you knew it would be pointless, so you did as he said. He looks back at the guy, "Fuck off. Not like your broke ass could even fend for her anyway. You look like a bum from the streets." The guy didn't even fight back, clearly insulted and hurt, so they just left. Little did Reo know, you heard the whole thing, and boy did it make you laugh at his shocked face when you randomly mentioned the whole situation later on.

Nagi Seishiro!

I can picture him being super lazy and nonchalant about it, but you can tell he's jealous. Like definitely gets super clingy with you to prove a point or wtv. Both of you finished watching a movie, and he was bursting for a piss – so the the two of you headed over to the bathrooms. You waited for him outside while chilling on your phone, when suddenly, a guy attracted your attention. He begins trying to shoot his shot with you, interrupting you whenever you tried to speak to try and reject him. Nagi walks out of the men's bathroom and notices the two of you. A soft, annoyed expression was on his face before it quickly faded into his normal, tired one. He walks up to you and wraps his hands around your waist and buries his face into your neck, yawning into it. You pull your eyes away from the annoying stranger to your boyfriend, "Sleepy, sweetheart?" He nods, "Wanna go home, but you're talking to your friend..." You roll your eyes, "He's not my friend. Just some annoying guy tryna hit on me. Let's go." Nagi groans as you grab his hand and practically drag him on his feet to leave the cinema and the guy standing by himself, dumbstruck.

Rin Itoshi!

Kinda like a mix of Chigiri and Nagi. He would play it off like he wouldn't care and pretend to be all nonchalant about it, but totally fails and gives a tad bit of sass you didn't even know he had in him. The two of you were in a games shop. He was searching for a new horror game that came out recently and was hoping he'd find it in there. He decided to look for it on the other side of the store while you helped look around on the other. You were surprised by a man's voice asking you if you played any games you were looking at, and you replied, and the two of you were beginning to have, of what you thought, was an innocent conversation till he started hitting on you, and that's when Rin sees. He glances at the two of you, anger and jealousy evident in his eyes but it's difficult to tell because of how blank-faced he is. He trails up to the two of you and wraps a hand around your shoulder, "Found the game. Let's go to the checkout." He stops talking to stare at the guy, "Or do you need a couple more minutes to flirt with my girlfriend?" The guy freezes on the spot and smiles sheepishly. He apologies before leaving and Rin's jaw only unclenches as soon as the guy leaves the shop, "Lopsided asshole..." You laugh, "Awwe, you were jealous?" Rin gives you the biggest side eye ever, but the blush on his cheeks gave everything away, "Let's just go buy the game." he mutters under his breath, completely avoiding the question.

[jojo-sugoi]

𓂃 kento x pregnant!reader

the first time your husband got serious mad at you was him cathing you carrying heavy things

kento’s at the grocery store, picking up ingredients for dinner—he’s been insistent on cooking lately, fussing over your nutrition like it’s his mission, you’re supposed to be resting, per his strict orders, but the nursery’s half finished, and the clutter’s driving you nuts.

a box of baby clothes sits by the door heavy with donations from friends, and you figure you can handle it, just one box, up the stairs, no big deal, you’re pregnant, not helpless.

you’re halfway up arms straining, the box wobbling, when the front door opens. “i’m back.” nanami calls but it cuts off sharp when he sees you, the grocery bags hit the floor with a thud and he’s at the stairs in two strides, his face a mask of disbelief.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snaps, his voice low, edged with something you’ve never heard.

you freeze, the box slipping, and he’s there, taking it from you, his hands firm but careful, setting it down with a heavy thump. “kento—” you start but he cuts you off, his voice rising, still controlled but trembling with restraint. “are you trying to hurt yourself?” he says, his words sharp, each one a blade.

“or the baby? because that’s what you’re doing, carrying this��this—up the damn stairs when i told you to rest.” he gestures at the box, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing like he’s holding back from shaking you or the world.

“im fine.” you say, defensive, stepping back, your hand on the railing. “It’s just a box, kento, im not fragile.” your voice is steady, but your heart’s racing, startled by his intensity, the way he’s looking at you like you’ve betrayed him.

“not fragile?” he repeats, his voice dropping. “you’re six months pregnant, and you’re hauling heavy shit like it’s nothing. do you have any idea what could happen? a fall? strain? you think im out here buying groceries for fun while you risk—” he stops, exhaling hard, running a hand through his hair, his composure cracking.

“you’re not fine. you’re reckless.” the word stings, and you bristle, your own anger flaring. “reckless?” you say, your voice rising. “im trying to help, kento. i can’t just sit around doing nothing while you treat me like im made of glass. im pregnant, not useless.”

his eyes narrow, and he steps closer, his presence towering, not threatening but overwhelming. “im not treating you like glass.” he says, his voice low, tight. “im trying to keep you safe, you and our kid. you think i want to come home and find you hurt? or worse?” his voice cracks on the last word, and you see it—the fear behind the anger, the way his hands tremble, the way he’s holding himself together.

you soften, your anger faltering, but you’re still stubborn, crossing your arms. “i didn’t think it was a big deal..” you say, quieter, looking away, your hand resting on your belly.

“i just… i wanted to do something.” nanami exhales, long and shaky, his shoulders sagging, and he steps closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “its a big deal to me.” he says, his hand hovering near your arm, hesitant, like he’s not sure you’ll let him touch you.

“don’t do that to me again. please.” his forehead presses to yours, his breath warm, unsteady, and you feel the weight of his fear, his love, in that simple touch.

[jojo-sugoi]

You were just standing there next to him, minding your own business and clinging to his arm while he tries to pick between two different brands of instant ramen like it was a life-or-death decision—when suddenly, they appeared.

A small group of girls, giggling too loudly with each other and having absolutely no shame as if they weren’t in a public space. They stepped way too close and crowded Choso, brushing his arm, and leaning into his space.

“Hey, you’re really tall—do you model?”

“Your eyelashes are so long, that’s not fair!”

“Aww, Is that your little sister?” one of them snorted as she looked you up and down, not even bothering to lower her voice.

Choso blinked confusedly, lips parting slightly but no words came out, totally frozen in place. He wasn’t used to this. Flirting? With strangers? In public? His brain short-circuited. He clutched the ramen in his hand like it might save him.

You just raised your eyebrows, trying not to laugh at his reaction. You could feel the heat and nervousness radiating off of him—your poor shy boyfriend, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Then he just snapped.

His hand suddenly slid around your jaw and grabbed it—squishing your cheeks together and tilting your face up to meet his and before you could even gasp, his mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t a soft kiss or a polite peck.

No, this was messy and heated—teeth clashing together, spit and tongues tangling, his lips moving desperately and hungrily against yours while his other big hand found your waist and yanked you flushed against him like he was staking a claim.

You squeaked into his mouth with wide eyes, completely shocked—your fingers gripping his shirt for balance because fuck he was holding you so tightly.

One of the girls stammered something like “oh!” and another let out a nervous laugh, but Choso didn’t stop. He kissed you like he forgot where you were, like he didn’t care that you were standing in the middle of the aisle right between chips and cup noodles with wide-eyed strangers watching.

When he finally broke the kiss, your lips were shiny, your eyes dazed and your breath came out in tiny pants.

He turned to the girls—flushed pink and slightly panting with a hardened cock and muttered, “She’s my girlfriend”.

Silence.

Then, with the confidence of a man who just devoured his girl in front of God and everyone else, he decided to grab both of the ramen packs he was having problems deciding from and mumbled, “Let’s go, baby,” tugging you away with a death grip on your hand.

(You didn’t stop smiling the entire walk to the register).

[jojo-sugoi]

hiii can i pretty plss request a bachira oneshot but like reader has ptsd and gets real bad night terrors🥹

yes :(

hold you close

bachira meguru x gn!reader with ptsd (not specific) and night terrors. heavyyyy angst, depictions of paralysis

you woke with a start, your throat sore with the scream trying desperately to claw its way out. your body shook with every heavy breath you managed to take, each one more painful on your chest than the last. despite that, the pain and the haggard breaths, you couldn’t move.

your fingertips and toes tingled as the panic started to set in, expression blank as hurried inhales and exhales whistled in your ears. you knew you weren’t back in that situation, the one that plagued you even after all these years, but your limbs wouldn’t obey you and you were scared.

the mattress dipped slightly as someone at your side sat up, and you felt a tear drip down your cheek before the lamp clicked on and bachira’s face came into focus.

“y/n,” he asked again, and you realized he’d been saying your name for the past several minutes. his hands were on your cheeks, brushing tears and hair out of your face. when your eyes shimmered with recognition, bachira let the worry seep from his brow into a shaky sigh. “did you have a nightmare?”

no word could amount to the terror your mind constantly put you through when you closed your eyes at night. you were getting better—bachira’s presence made it easier—but sometimes your body forgot in sleep that you were out.

slowly and with effort, you managed to nod. your throat still ached, and your voice was hoarse when you tried to speak, so bachira shook his head and continued stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. “shh, it’s okay. it’s not real anymore. you’re here with me. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

you liked that bachira always included the “anymore” when talking about your past; how he wasn’t afraid to acknowledge it. it was real. it did happen. but you got out, you were getting better, and wanted to keep growing with bachira by your side.

your hand shook as you brought them to his face, and bachira curled his fingers over where your palm pressed into his cheek. he turned his head to press a kiss against your hand, and you smiled without meaning to.

“do you want to try and fall back asleep?” bachira whispered, his breath warm against your palm.

you shook your head. “not yet. will you hold me?”

bachira didn’t need to be told twice before dropping back against the mattress, wrapping himself around you after getting assurance that it was okay. he nuzzled his head between your shoulder blades. “i can do that.”

[jojo-sugoi]

lmaoo u shouod write rin or someone on 1st date w reader and these 2 sketchy guys in trench coats (Isagi and bachira) following u around spying on the date but they’re so clumsy so they try to be stealthy but they’re js not 😭😭

"𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲"

a/n: omg rin would CRASH OUT 💀

(art credits go to 1954260 on pixiv)

stop #1: the café 

rin had planned the day meticulously – well, as meticulously as a guy who refused to acknowledge butterflies in his stomach could manage. café, stroll in the park, then a movie. easy. low effort. high reward. minimal emotional vulnerability. 

what he didn’t factor in was the pair of agents of chaos currently crouched behind a newspaper stand ten feet away, dressed in matching trench coats and sunglasses like two divorced dads trying to get custody of the same brain cell. 

“target has arrived,” isagi whispered, peeking over the edge of the comic section like this was mission impossible and not rin on a date with his girlfriend. 

“they look… in love,” bachira said dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d just been stabbed with a spork of emotion. “ugh. i can’t watch this. but i must. for the data.” 

you leaned across the café table to take a bite of rin’s dessert, completely unaware of the way isagi accidentally snapped his pencil out of sheer excitement. “she’s sharing his tiramisu, bro, write that down. that’s soulmate behavior.” 

rin paused mid-sip, eyes twitching. “… did you hear that?” 

“hear what?” you blinked. 

a crash echoed from behind the stand. 

rin slowly turned his head. two men scrambled to rebuild a pyramid of chocolate bars they’d just knocked over. one of them tried to shield his face with a potted sunflower. 

“… is that–” 

“rinnie, don’t look,” you whispered, eyes widening. “just. don’t. the plant’s staring at us again.” 

stop #2: the park 

you suggested a walk. it was peaceful. warm sun. birds chirping. leaves rustling. very romantic. except for the very conspicuous rustling that followed you at a ten-foot distance. 

you turned your head slightly. isagi and bachira had upgraded their disguises. they now wore bucket hats and held hands like confused tourists. isagi had a camera. bachira had a slice of pizza. neither looked remotely normal. 

rin’s eye twitched. “do you see them?” 

you laughed. “they look like they got kicked out of sesame street for insider trading.” 

suddenly, flash. 

“ISAGI, WHY DID YOU USE FLASH–” 

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR–” 

rin stopped walking. turned slowly. isagi quickly pointed the camera at a pigeon. “what a majestic bird.” 

“we’re just appreciating nature!” bachira chimed in. “i’m the pizza. he’s the photographer.” 

“that doesn’t make sense,” rin snapped. 

“neither does love,” isagi said, misty-eyed. 

“i’m going to kill you with that camera.” 

you tugged him forward, hiding your laughter. “c’mon, rinnie. let the wildlife roam free.” 

stop #3: the movie theater 

by some divine miracle, they weren’t in your theater. rin was beginning to relax. you were holding his hand. the previews were starting. life was good. 

and then. 

CRACKLE. 

the sound of a chip bag being opened. slowly. painfully. like it was fighting for its life. you didn’t even have to look. you knew. 

rin leaned in and whispered, “they’re behind us, aren’t they.” 

you nodded. “row G, seats 12 and 13. left side.” 

bachira coughed quietly. “pass the nachos.” 

rin turned around so fast he knocked over your drink. “GET OUT.” 

“this is a public screening,” isagi whispered back. “we’re here for the same movie as you guys.” 

“YOU HATE THIS MO–” 

“yeah, but i love you.” 

“GET. OUT.” 

bachira started crawling under the seats. isagi followed. both vanished like the rats they were. a kid three rows down screamed. someone yelled, “I PAID FOR THIS!” 

you sipped your half-empty soda and shrugged. “i think it’s romantic. you have fanboys.” 

rin groaned. “they’re not fanboys. they’re feral.” 

final stop: the walk home 

you and rin strolled in comfortable silence. hand in hand. the sun was setting. the chaos had finally… finally ended. or so rin thought. until bachira fell out of a tree. like. actually fell. onto the sidewalk. 

“holy SH–” 

“i was trying to get a wide shot of your silhouettes!” bachira said from the pavement. “for the scrapbook!” 

“you’re bleeding.” 

“worth it.” 

isagi limped into view with a limp umbrella and a bruised ego. “our trench coats got caught on the branches.” 

rin stared at them. then looked at you. then stared at them again. 

“… we’re getting married in secret.” 

“what?” 

“amalfi coast. no witnesses. they can’t stop what they don’t know.” 

you grinned. “then what would they spy on?” 

isagi perked up. “wait, you’re getting married??” 

rin turned and ran. dragging you with him. 

behind you, the sound of two trench coat freaks yelling “WAIT FOR US!” echoed down the street. 

you laughed the entire way home. 

best. first. date. ever. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[jojo-sugoi]

Flinching at him prank with Michael Kaiser

You both were in the kitchen, kaiser was the specialist in this field of cooking but you were well.. let's just say not too good at it. Kaiser was teaching you to make red velvet cream cheese cookies! It wouldn't be so hard right?

"so instead of putting it at 100 degrees for fifteen minutes, can't we just put it 200 degrees for five minutes?" You asked, glancing at the mess on the counter of the kitchen in Kaisers house. Which had flour and milk spilled around. Kaiser let out a small sigh, "Sometimes.. I wonder how someone can be this stupid?" He deadpanned, cleaning up the mess at the same time.

Calling me stupid?! Who does he think he is?! I'm gonna prove him so wrong..

Hehe...

An idea popped into your mind.

His hand leaned up to the counter right behind your frame.

You flinched.

Not a small cute one, the big one.

Where your hands flew over to your face and your eyes squeezed shut.

You opened your eyes slowly when you saw how kaisers hand hovered right above your head for a moment, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Why the fuck did you flinch?"

He asked, his voice wasn't mad or sad or whatever he was.. scared.

Scared that you might think of him as some abusive shit like his father.

He pulls his hand down slowly and looks at you, still in disbelief, waiting for a reply but nothing came. His breath died in his throat, he gently, so slowly placed both hands on your shoulder, "im sorry.."

You burst out laughing and he blinked in confusion.

"It was a prank, Misha!" You said between giggles. Kaiser got increasingly annoyed, his eye twitched but it slowly relaxed into a Small sigh and a soft smile, "Thank God." He whispered.

"Huhh? What was that?" You leaned closer, "I said... fuck off!!" Kaiser frowned.

[jojo-sugoi]

nagi’s a freak ♡

although it might be unexpected, nagi is a complete freak. he’ll complain about how it’s annoying to get messy during sex, whining that it’ll be a hassle to clean up, but he absolutely loves when you’re drooling beneath him, stuffed so full of him with thick ropes of his cum everywhere on your body.

his cum is dripping out of your swollen pussy in sticky trails, smeared along your thighs and pooling beneath you on the sheets. you’re shaking, mouth parted as you try to catch your breath, but nagi? he’s jerking his cock lazily on top of you while his half lidded eyes roam over the mess he made. there’s cum leaking from your pussy, some drying against your stomach, and even some on your chest and collarbones from when he’d finished there the first time.

“look so good like this, angel,” he breathes out, like he’s hypnotized. “s’fucking everywhere…”

he grabs his phone off the mattress, taking photos of your pussy that's all stretched out and dripping. his voice drops into a whisper, thumb tapping the screen while he breathes out, “g’nna cum again just lookin’ at you like this.”

you whimper softly, and he hums like he’s soothed by it, thumb swiping across his phone lazily before tossing it aside. “wanna fuck it back in,” he mumbles, voice quiet but certain as he shifts closer again, cock pressing against your entrance as he nudges it in, groaning against your neck.

“still so full,” he says, almost to himself. “but it’s spilling out... wasting it…”

he’s already lazily pumping his cock in and out of you again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. “feels even better messy,” he breathes out, head tipping as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked hole. “just one more time, baby, wanna cum on your stomach again. maybe your face too…”

and when he cums again, filling your pussy up to the brim as you let out the most high pitched whimpers of “seishiro.. mmh— so good..”, he lets out a low whine, “fuck, angel… s’pretty. wanna stay like this forever.”

you can’t even respond, eyes barely being kept open, your body already so tired as you fight the urge to fall asleep. that is, until you hear nagi mutter a low grumble as his thumb smears the cum around your swollen cunt sloppily, “shit, i need more pictures..”

for this req

[jojo-sugoi]

Realization of love. Blue lock

At what point did the character realize he was in love with you

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Ryusei Shido, Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi,

Yoichi Isagi

Isagi likes a competitive spirit, so he often offered some challenges to see who would eat the food faster or who would find this or that thing faster. He liked to beat you, but over time he started to deliberately give in sometimes, he caught himself thinking that he was starting to like seeing you happy and joyful when you beat him. Football was his whole life, but over time he wanted to combine football with you, so he often invited you to watch his training sessions or tried to teach you how to play. He didn't think that he fell in love with you at any particular moment, it seemed to him that his love existed from the very beginning, Isagi liked spending time with you and often called you somewhere.

Sae Itoshi

You were Sae's assistant, often accompanied him on various trips, and during that time you got to know his habits and character well. You were just doing your job, not thinking that Sae might show any interest in you, but all this time the guy was also interested in you, your character and your life. Even your contact is signed on his phone with a heart, which is very unusual for such a cold guy. Although this is your job, you often took care of Sae, his morale, and tried to cheer him up, which really hooked Itoshi and he began to slowly get attached to you.

Reo Mikage

Your father and Reo's father were well acquainted, so they saw each other often, so you met Reo as a child, you became friends and walked together a lot, your bright smile was forever ingrained in the guy's head and you became his first love. He always remembered the time he spent with you with a smile, your paths parted, but you continued to think about each other. You always rejected other guys when they confessed to you, just like Reo, who also rejected all girls and did not enter into a relationship with anyone. He wanted to meet you again one day and it happened. Although he doesn't really like spending time with his father, sometimes he had to go with him to some events, which you were at. Both of you have grown and changed a lot, but that didn't stop Reo from recognizing you among the crowd of people, he immediately came up to you as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and you were surprised too. You smiled gently at the guy and it awakened in him again the feeling that he had for you once upon a time. He asked for your number and you started chatting again, the guy had a clear goal - to do everything so that you would not break up anymore.

Seishiro Nagi

You started communicating with Nagi thanks to Reo, because he introduced you, at first Nagi treated you coldly, showed no interest or emotion, but you spent more and more time together, began to find common topics. It turned out that you are very good at playing games, so you often played together and joked about something. Nagi started listening to your opinion and wanted to take care of your preferences too, as soon as you said that you liked a particular type of tea, the guy immediately went to look for it in stores to treat you to it the next day. He gets tired quickly, but when you get tired, he's like a big cat hugging you until you fall asleep or rest. At first, he was a little jealous of Reo, afraid that you would steal him, but now he notices that he is a little sad that you sometimes take care of not only him, but also another guy.

Ryusei Shido

Shido is almost not interested in anything except football and everything related to it, but he had just as much fun with you. He really enjoyed watching your reaction to his antics every time, enjoyed teasing you and liked your concern for him when he did something dangerous. He used to live only for football, and when he couldn't play it in the evenings, he felt sick and empty, but you were able to dispel that emptiness. He didn't realize right away that this was romantic love, he just realized that he likes spending time with you and every time he's free, he writes to you with an offer to do something together.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser is a narcissistic person and uses everyone as a tool, at first you were his fan and started helping him by constantly collecting information about opponents in future matches, but every time you saw Kaiser's behavior behind the mask of the "emperor" your fanaticism faded, you no longer praised the guy for nothing. You sensibly assessed his pros and cons, you found his weaknesses, and eventually you began to see in him not just a good football player, but a person with his own worries and problems. Kaiser is used to the fact that you listen to him like a dog and noticed the moment that you began to look at him in a different way, without such a sparkle in your eyes. Of course, you accepted all the flaws of the guy, treating him with care, but he did not understand this and thought that you were disappointed in him. He didn't understand why he cared, because initially you were just a fan, one day you had a conversation about it, you told him everything as it was and asked him to be sincere with you, because you don't want a guy to fight everything alone, it touched him to the depths of his soul. At first, of course, he doubted and pulled away from you, because he was worried that he would become weaker because of his attachment to you, but time proved to him that you can trust you and you will not betray him.

Rin Itoshi

The guy rarely shows emotions, you used to be friends with his brother, so Rin was interested, it seemed to him that you shared a common sadness that Sae had changed. Rin just talked to you sometimes, asked about his brother, or talked about his athletic achievements, you always listened to him and supported him, since he was like a younger brother to you, but the guy perceived it in his own way. He liked your concern, so Rin tried to do the same for you, maybe he didn't say warm words as often, but he cared through actions. If you get tired or sick, he will come to you with a bag of food, prepare delicious tea and make lunch, if during your general training you will not keep up with him, he will slow down and try to run at your speed. Slowly, you will become the closest person to Rin and he will get used to your presence in his life, he will realize that he is afraid of losing you, too, so he will try very hard to make sure that you do not need anything next to him.

[jojo-sugoi]

❥ late night cravings..

“toji.”

he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know you’re staring at him, soft fingertips tracing gentle lines down his thick arm. he doesn’t really get why you think you need to be so tentative — he’s a light sleeper. you could breathe wrong and he’d be awake.

“... hm?”

a pause, one that stretches for far too long, especially for you, and toji sighs. “wha’s wrong? get yer period or somethin’?”

he can hear the faint rustling of you squirming in the sheets, though he can’t see the way your thighs press together, how your panties are damp with slick, or the small, recently used vibrator resting on your nightstand.

it’s just not scratching that itch. nothing is, currently — at least, nothing you yourself can do.

you swallow. “no. i, um... i know you’re tired, a-and it’s late, but—”

“doll.” your lover rolls over, cracking open both emerald eyes to peer at you. you’re gorgeous, even in an oversized t-shirt and a little bit of crust in your eye.

my pretty girl.

“what? tell me what ya want,” he says, and his voice is extra deep and gruff with sleep. it really shouldn’t, but the sound of it only makes more heat pool low in your gut, and you shift a little.

“i’m horny,” you blurt, and toji blinks.

that’s it? with all that fidgeting you were doing, he thought you were gonna drop a bombshell on him.

he rubs at his face with a groan before rolling onto his back and pulling you right up onto his chest. one big hand taps your thigh, and now he can tell just how needy you are. “put ‘em on the side of my head.”

you oblige and slowly lower the rest of your weight right onto his face, a blissful sigh leaving your lips the second his nose bumps against your clit protruding through the soaked fabric of your underwear. a shudder dances down your spine, and toji snorts.

“greedy,” he murmurs, delivering an almost chastising swat to your ass, even as his other hand tugs that scrap of fabric to the side. “if ya want me, then ya can have me.”

all you have to do is ask.

[jojo-sugoi]

"she's busy" trend with the bllk!boys but reader is actually busy, her phone end up w someone else because she accidentally left her it somewhere 🫠.

— SHE'S ACTUALLY BUSY

✶ characters: isagi yoichi, kaiser micheal, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro

✶ requests ONLY open for smau <3 send me yours!!

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[jojo-sugoi]

dilf!toji whose so cheap, he insists on lowering his water bill by showering together. he's so cheeky about it too. offering to lather up your young college body, watching how the suds cling to your breast and droplets of water trail down your youthful skin.

of course, dilf!toji does not give out one sided favours, and he's quickly asking you to do the same in return, only he wants you to focus on a very particular area.

your hand is so small in comparison to his raging hard-on, pumping your wrist back and forth to a consistent rhythm.

"you're gonna be the death of me, kid." he gasps, pulling you in for a kiss before turning you around while the water is hitting your bodies.

he slips himself into your ease, balancing himself with one hand against the shower wall, pressing you against the glass. all that effort of cleaning you off is out the window, because with the amount of cum that spills into your pussy makes you feel dirtier than ever.

he fucks you so long, you've wasted triple the amount of water.

[jojo-sugoi]

Farmer Toji fucking you while his animals watch <3

He has you bent over by the massive apple tree and you’re already drooling on the bark with your legs spread wide in front of him while his mean cock bullies your poor little cunt, pumping in with slow, heavy thrusts that make your eyes cross and go crazy. The bark scrapes your tits, dirt clings to your knees, and your panties are shoved in your mouth to muffle how loud you’re moaning for him.

Toji stands behind you, lazy as ever, chewing on an apple with one hand while his other palm rests on your ass, spreading your cheeks open like he’s admiring the lewd view. “Messy thing,” he murmurs around a bite, juice dripping down his chin. “Got my cock soaked and you ain’t even cum yet, huh?”

You’re leaking all over him, cream gluing your thighs together, your cunt sucking him in like it’s starving to swallow up his cock and keep it stuffed in there. “Daddy,” you whimper around your panties, “feels s’full...can’t think—!”

“You’re not s’posed to think, sweetheart,” he grunts, giving your pussy a wet slap that makes you jolt. “Just take it. Just let Daddy stuff this tight lil cunnie full’a cock till you can’t breathe”

The animals are watching. A goat snorts. The pigs shuffle closer and there you are being used like a fucktoy in the open—your brain’s melting with every drag of his being cock hitting against that spongy spot inside you that he knows sooo well and fuck he’s so mean with it too.

He spits the apple core out, grabs both sides of your hips, and starts pounding into you rough and faster now—his fat, loaded balls repeatedly slapping your puffy clit and making your hole flutter around his girth while your creamy pussy squelches loud and nasty as his cock punches straight into your guts over and over.

“Gonna fill you up right here, baby,” he pants, voice thick and raspy. “Right here in the dirt, with the whole damn farm watching. You want Daddy’s cum in this nasty little hole, don’tcha?”

You nod like a dumb little thing, drooling with tears dripping off your chin, and when he spills his warm, bitter seed deep inside you, you cum so hard you black out for a second.

[jojo-sugoi]

“kei..” you whispered in between kisses.

tsukishima kei is a busy man. if he’s not acing his classes, he’s repping sendai city and racking up points for his team. he barely ever had free time on his hands — specifically, you in his hands.

so, when he stopped by your place, it took you by surprise to see him standing at your doorstep. he was heaving, hair and clothes tassled by the wind. one thing led to another and…

“kei, c’mon..” you whispered again. he kept going, hungry and starved for your lips, deep groans in annoyance and protest to your wishes. he finally had you in his hands — how in the world could he pass up this opportunity? he kissed you in such a manner that if he pulled away for just a bit, you’d vanish from his touch.

he pulled you in closer by the waist, hands roaming around your body for something, anything to keep him on steady ground. his lips were no different from his hands, ravaging and becoming completely insatiable. tongues dancing, teeth clashing — it was just too much for you. with a whine and a small push to his shoulders, he finally pulled away, a string of your shared saliva covering the gap between your lips.

“kei, it’s getting late. don’t you have some work to do?” you panted as you clung to his sweater, small amounts of worry peeking through your voice. you knew how busy he was and how committed he was to his passions, but in this moment, nothing could match how badly he needed you.

“one more, please. please let me stay,” he begged in reply, voice laced with fear of an absence of you, even if it’s just a second. his glasses were long tossed aside, his hair tasseled from your fingers, lips swollen with kisses, and cheeks flushed a deep, bright red. his hand cupped your jaw as his wide hazel eyes searched for the smallest glint of permission to keep going.

“please, i need you…”

well, how could you say no to that?

[jojo-sugoi]

WHEREVER YOU WANT IT, BABY I'M TAKING YOU THERE

||| FEATURING: BF NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM READER

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ public sex (bathroom stall), praising, size kink, petnames, cursing, unprotected sex, cumming inside, nsfw under cut

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your teeth and tongue clashed with nagi's as he roughly pinned you against the stall door in the female restroom, placing one hand behind your head and the other slipping under your skirt to grab at your thigh.

you had just been on a cute mall date only 10 minutes prior to this, but you were looking a little too good for your boyfriend to handle so one thing lead to another..and here you were, making out passionately with the taller man. he hoisted you up against the door with his one large hand, holding you up with his arm; he was so effortlessly strong, and it made you wetter each time he casually flexed it. his larger body almost entirely covered yours as he pressed against you, rubbing his hand against your clothed pussy while he started trailing his kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

"so pretty, baby. gonna fuck you good."

nagi let out a deep breath as he fumbled with his pants, letting them fall down his legs and onto the floor as he pulled out his thick length, beginning to rub it against your folds. slowly, he pushed inside your tight, unprepped hole and you both groaned- his sheer size was overwhelming as it filled you up so nicely. he was just a big guy in general, but his dick? oh man, you never could get used to it.

"mmh-! it hurts, sei.." you whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder as your legs wrapped around his waist. nagi brought his mouth up to yours again and kissed you once more, trying to make you forget about the initial pain you always felt whenever you fucked. he was just too big.

"s'okay baby.. it'll be over soon. you're so wet, it's amazing being in you. so cozy and warm."

soon, nagi was harshly thrusting in and out of your puffy cunt, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. your lewd expressions were always so cute to nagi, he couldn't help but fuck you harder.

"haah..sei! f-feels so good, too good! y'so big.."

your words made nagi throb inside you. of course he was aware of his huge size, c'mon- he wasn't THAT oblivious. still, hearing you whine and cry about it boosted his pride more than he would like to admit, and only made him more motivated than before.

"maybe you're just tiny, babe. shit.. so cute and small."

nagi grunted at your sopping walls clenching so tight against his cock, hands moving to grab your thighs and push you more against the stall, thrusting up into you at a brutal pace.

"y'so loud, too. someone's gonna hear something, you know.."

"s-sorry, hah..so sorry! too much.."

"don't be sorry. lemme hear you louder."

nagi knew getting caught would be kind of a hassle since you both could get charged with, i don't know- 'public indecency'.. but who cared about that stuff anyway? surely not nagi, with the way you were moaning so sweetly and taking him so well. he adored how tiny you were compared to him, how easy you were to push into any position he liked; but most of all, the lazy genius loved watching you struggle to take his fat cock.

"ooh, sei! g'nna cum soon! aah, hahhh.."

nagi moaned lowly into your skin, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. the sound of you being fucked so well by your boyfriend was echoing off the bathroom walls- it was lewd, and so wrong..yet, it felt so right.

"cum like a good girl f'me. love it when you make a mess."

his words made your heart and core flutter, back arching off the stall door. a creamy ring formed at the base of his cock and soon enough, you were both cumming loudly with each other, nagi shooting his load deep into your womb.

liquids leaked out of your hole and dripped from his cock, spilling onto the tiled floor beneath you both. after coming down from your orgasms, nagi slowly pulled out and set you down on your wobbly feet, grabbing some toilet paper for you both to clean up before flushing away the evidence of what happened. once nagi and you were dressed normally again, with the exception of you looking totally fucked out, you exited the stall and..

"..perverts! just wait until security hears about this!"

shit.

AN: this idea just came to me randomly.. and i love it >.< also TYSM FOR ALL THE FOLLOWERS WTFFF IM SO HAPPY HEHEHE

[jojo-sugoi]

★ bored of you studying all the time and giving him no attention, boyfriend!bokuto sulks to get his way...into your pants

warnings: timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, slight dubcon, a little femdom, allusions to exhibitionism and voyeurism, no penetrative sex, college au 2.6k

“Tarō? Come out.”

Even as a college student and successful volleyball player, Bokuto had never quite outgrown his habit of hiding under things. Right now, he’s sitting under the desk, clutching his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, hair droopy and pouting. It’s your fault really – you should have known better than to tell him off for groping your tits whilst you study. When it comes to a man like your boyfriend, the best approach is always redirection. 

“No,” he mumbles, “you hate me.”

There’s not enough room to join him and make him look you in the eye, so your feeble attempts to pull him out are easily shrugged off. Curse him for being 6’2 and almost two hundred pounds. Sighing, you slump onto your chair, fiddling with a highlighter and wondering what to do. “I don’t hate you, Tarō. I’m just busy; I’ve got an exam to do. So do you, actually, so quit moping and do some work.”

“See? You do hate me.”

You nudge him with your foot. “I let you come over to my dorm room under the condition that we’d be working, remember? You’re going back on your word.”

A flash of silver hair pops out from under the desk. He glares up at you, but, seeing your pretty face, that glare dissipates and shifts into a sheepish guilt. 

Cheek nuzzling your knee, he asks for forgiveness with his big hand crawling up your bare thigh to pull at a loose thread on your shorts. “Didn’t mean to…just wanted to feel my girls…haven’t seen them in ages…they miss me, I just know it.”

Bokuto releases some adorable sound when you brush your hand through his hair. Truthfully, they do miss him. You miss him. Finals has been kicking your ass, just as his have been. He’s an impressive specimen, managing just fine with his classes, deadlines, practices and games and still finding the time to check up on you, bringing food over with him and peppering kisses all over your face. Offering an excuse to take a break, he’s been a shining beacon of hope for sanity the past couple of weeks. 

And you’d love to give in. Truly. But you just can’t. 

He must sense your resolution because he huffs and mutters some other false accusations about where your loyalty really lies, still huddled under your desk. At any time he can push your chair aside and crawl out so you leave him to it; you’ve learnt that usually all he needs is a little time to return to his sunny disposition.

Some time passes, perhaps a minute or two, and you feel his hand enclose your ankle, thumb brushing the bone. Your boyfriend has always been fascinated by the difference in size between you, even before you two were dating and were simple friends – sometimes he’d randomly grab your wrist and marvel at the huge space between his thumb and middle finger, then he’d push some food from his plate to yours or stuff candy in your bag when you weren’t looking. 

“You haven’t been eating properly, have you?” He mutters this under breath. It’s a rhetorical question if you’ve ever heard one. He already knows the answer and he tuts. “My girl’s been too stressed, hasn’t she? Sorry, baby. I’ve been away so often recently; I haven’t been able to take you out. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

A kiss is left on your knee. 

“No, Tarō, you’re great. You know how I get when it’s exam season.” The mess of papers in front of you is distracting from the head slotting between your knees, rocking side to side, spreading them wider. You only realise what’s happening when he starts laying kisses on your inner thighs. “Kōtaro…I’ve made myself clear. Behave.”

He hums. “I like when you’re bossy. It’s hot. Very hot. Keep going.”

Warm breath teasing your skin, you resist the urge to close your legs; you’d suffocate him and that would just spur him one even more. He does as he pleases far too often and if you weren’t fighting for your life, you’d be more than up for the ride, but you really don’t have the time. “No, Tarō, come on. If you’re gonna stay under there, you should at least keep your hands to yourself.”

Not listening to your scoldings, Bokuto skims his nose against the seam of your shorts, taking a long and deep inhale. “Hmm, I can smell your lotion. Y’know I buy the same brand as you? Have been since before we were dating. I like knowing we smell the same. It feels like you’re with me all the time.”

You smile. “That may be true, but let’s be honest, Kō, you also use it to jerk off, don’t you? Think I forgot that time I caught you jerking off to my insta pic?”

Bokuto groans in embarassment, forehead pressing to your stomach as he pouts. “You looked really pretty. That’s not my fault. And you said you wouldn’t tease me!”

“That was ‘cause I didn’t want our relationship to change, but then it did and now we’re dating so I can tease you about it all the time. Just like I can tease you about all those times I’ve caught you looking down my top or up my skirt.”

Grinning against your shorts, the vibrations of his words tingle at your pussy. “You liked it.”

He’s mouthing at your clothed pussy, making out with it like the layers don’t exist, like he can distract you. It might just work. The way his eyes are closed and his brows are furrowing, really diving in, releasing deeply satisfied sounds, is sending shivers down your spine. He looks real good like that – on his knees, calloused hands digging into the fat of your thighs, and lapping at the cotton as if he can actually taste you through the material.

There’s never been a more entertaining person to watch than Bokuto Kōtarō, whether on or off the court. His sense of humour, sincere loyalty, and eagerness to help even if he isn’t qualified to are some of the best things about him. Years ago, you would have gotten all choked up and shy if someone said you two would end up together; you never thought you were worthy. He proves you wrong all the time.

“Hmm, I’m good at eating your pussy, aren’t I?”

You rasp, “Yeah, Kō, you are.”

“Better than all your exes?” His grip tightens. “Better than anyone else?”

“Y-yeah. You’re the best.” Legs jolting, you yelp. Bokuto scraped his teeth down the seam, tickling your pussy lips even through your panties and short. Fuelled by your admission, he leans in even closer, the chair squeaking back. You grab onto the desk to stop from sliding across the room. “Stop! Kō, please.”

Knowing eyes peer up at you from below. “Why? I can tell you want me to; you only call me ‘Kō’ when you’re horny. It’s so cute. It’s also why I don’t like it when anyone else calls me that.”

That can’t be true. You don’t have that obvious a tell…do you? Is your boyfriend more observant than you’ve ever credited him for? 

No, he’s surely just trying to distract you. You can’t let the gremlin win. Putting on a stern face, you smack his head. “Bad! I’ve said no, already. So go away, you annoying pervert!”

He laughs. 

Laughs. 

The motherfucker laughs, the booming sound rattling your desk ever so slightly. It’s so genuinely joyous and not at all condescending it pulls at the corner of your lips. Having been away for days on end, you realise you miss that sound so badly you want to squish his cheeks and coo at him.

“Baby, you’re wet. Stop pretending you don’t want to. Come on, Lil Bo is hard and missing you so let’s just get to the point.”

Never mind. There is nothing sweet or cute about him right now. He’s being persistently infuriating, intent on getting his way no matter what. That couragous determination must be terrifying to his opponents. To you, however, it’s just making your nipples tingle. Your eyes dart to the papers on your desk. You sigh.

There’s nowhere for you to run – you can’t gather your laptop and notes and make a run out of your room before he tackles you to the ground. You’ve tried. Many times. And it always yields the same result; Bokuto is not a highly successful volleyball player if he didn’t have the reflexes of a monster. If you insisted on going to the library, he’ll just follow you. And based on previous experiences, a public space won’t hold him back from having his way with you. Plus, that would involve getting into a car and time has proven that you plus your boyfriend and tight spaces?

Never a good idea.

“I have to study.”

Without missing a beat, he fires back, hands pulling at your hips, “Studying is boring. It’s for nerds.” 

Twist. 

Shuffle. 

Pull. 

Push. 

Nothing is working. 

“I am,” you say through gritted teeth, struggling against his athletic grip, “a nerd. So let this nerd study in peace.”

Trying to push his head away, your fingers get tangled in his hair, pulling. He grunts.

Fuck.

“That how you wanna play?”

Double fuck. 

“Naughty girl.” You squeak when he lifts your hips up with one hand and yanks your shorts off with the other. Cool air skims your pussy for just one second before your legs are spread far and wide, accommodating his broad shoulders. His entire mouth covers your slit, tongueing up and down with reckless abandon. “Ah, fuck. You taste as good as I remember. Can’t believe -hah- you were keeping this from me. Rude.”

Wet and long, Bokuto worms the muscle inside your cunt, sending tremors straight through your pussy with his groans. One of his hands is groping your ass while the other fondles your heavy breast through your shirt, stopping just to flick your hardened nipple with his blunt nail how you like it.

“Aw, baby, your clit’s pulshing againsh my tongue. Look!” 

It’s been so long you’re actually nearing an orgasm so soon, feeling absolutely feral over the way he’s using your pussy like a toy, blowing raspberries and pulling funny faces. He’s having too much fun. Fine, he wants to distract you?

Better make it worth your while. 

“Hmmph!” Bokuto’s silenced when you pull his head in with a leg lock. There’s no room for talking or motorboating your cunt, especially not when his tongue is lapping up the cream you’re oozing. His eyes roll back. 

So do yours. “Yeah, Kō, suck on my clit. Be a g-good boy and make me -ah yeahhh- make me cum, won’t you?”

Obscene noises are echoing in your small dorm room, no doubt reaching the ears of your neighbhour through the thin walls. This isn’t the first time and will no doubt be the last. You really can’t find it in you to care – how can you when he’s hulking under your desk like a beast emerging from a cave to feast?

His arms completely wrap around your thighs, halting all the squirming you’re doing so he can really focus on the tight bundle of nerves he’s rolling on his tongue. Bokuto is scooping up gobs of pussy cream as quickly as he can, slurping with a frantic ferocity that has your back arching. Your juices coat his cheeks, lips, nose, and chin, dripping down his neck but he doesn’t care about the messy. 

Thick, textured fingers are shoved inside, pushing through the tightness of your walls, rubbing against the pleats before he finds your gummy spot and prods again and again, fighting the sudden jerking of your hips. “Hey! S-stay still. Hmph! It’s not nice of you to move away from me like that.”

You throw your head back, moaning at the sensation of his fingers scissoring your spongy walls. Oh shit. He’s loosening you up. This isn’t going to end with just one orgasm for you. No, you’re not going to get any work done at all tonight. 

The chair creaks under your combined weight, unable to withstand the onslaught of sloppy kisses, greedy suckling and violent thrusting. His fingers are buried to the very hilt, grazing your cervix and curling with expert navigation. He’s not even under the desk anymore, he’s emerged just so he can catch a better look at you under the light.

“Had a dream on the flight back about this,” he confesses. “Shoyo thought I -hah- peed my pants. That was very -mhm- embarrassing.”

You’re not sure why he’s telling you that story and you don’t have it in you to ask, too concentrated on that pressure building up inside of you, threatening to unravel any second now. God, it’s like you’re letting him eat you out for the first time all over again.

“He kept asking what I dreamt about – I think he thought I had a nightmare. Isn’t he so funny? Well, I couldn’t tell him that I dreamt of you riding my face until my belly was full of your cum.” He looks up at you. “Could I?”

“W-what?”

Shrugging, he continues fingering you. He takes a break from sucking your clit just to smear your wetness on your thigh with a kiss. “I think he has a crush on you. Can’t blame him; you’re super hot. ‘tsumu and I think he’d cum in his pants too if he heard about how you like to be fucked with someone watching. ‘tsumu said that next time, he can bring Shoyo with him. They can’t touch though. Or maybe they can. Ah, whatever. As long as I’m the only one in your pussy ‘cause you only want me, right, baby?”

He returns to sucking on your clit. Spasms wrack your body, toes curling and muscles tensing. A silent scream leaves you when you cum. You’re squirting, emptying all that you’ve got, that pleasurable bundle of pressure unfolding almost painfully. You can’t tell what exactly pushed you over the edge. You don’t think you want to know.

Bokuto blinks, face and shirt soaked. 

“Oh, that was quick. Guess I should tell Atsumu it’s a yes.”

Panicked, you shake your head. That’s too much too fast for your brain to process right now. Not that he’d realise that; he doesn’t ever think about silly limitations the average person has. “N-no, don’t.”

He shrugs again as if to say, Next time then.

“So was it good? It looks like it was good.” You give him a thumbs up, head lolling around. He huffs, chest puffing. “Yeah, I still got it. Heh.”

Bokuto shoves your chair back. You thump against your bed. Towering over you, he rubs at the bulge of his grey sweatpants, thumb flicking the head through the material and pushing a grunt out of him. There’s a prominent wet spot. Your mouth waters. Sporting a shit eating grin, he takes off his shirt in one masterful swoop and steps forward until you’re craning your head up at him. 

“You want to study, baby? Hmm?” A large hand clutches your neck, brushing your pulse point. He yanks you forward, face falling into his soaked crotch. The saltiness of him stains your lips. You already know he’s going to say something cheesy. “You can study my anatomy.”

Yep. There’s no getting out of this now. 

When you look up, he sends you a wink that pierces right through your body and straight to your clit. 

“You’ll ace it for sure.”

[jojo-sugoi]

★ texts with childhood friend!osamu

warnings: timeskip!osamu, pre-relationship, fem!reader, fluff, angst, mutual pining, some toxic behaviour?, two idiots in love and clash because of it, don't hold it against them :(

part 1, part 2, part 3