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❤︎ sum. can you stay up all night? fuck him ‘till the daylight, 34 + 35? nanami kento, ijichi kiyotaka, geto suguru, choso kamo, gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, 69, manhandling, ass-obsessed men, true form! sukuna, fíngering, mirror séx, squírting, riding ijichi’s glasses, cunnīlingus, bjs, spanks, riding their tongues, praise, implied marathons, sukuna’s stomach tongue, overstim, pússydrunk men, messy eating, milking them, breedīng mentions, dirty talk, petnames.

✩ ˛˚ . IJICHI KIYOTAKA

“oh,” ijichi would gulp, basking in your slick glory that’s located between your cracked thighs. you’re arched over, holding your hips up while he laid flat on his back against the bed. as a mere taunt, you wriggle your ass against his face and you hear a small gasp depart from his thinly-parted lips. “ ‘s this position comfortable for you, m’ love?”

“mhmhm,” you’d hum, wrapping a hand around his vein-covered cock. from all girthy sides and angles, its decorated with prominent veins that prodded solely at the way your thumb rubbed against his tender foreskin. it even had a cute ‘lil curve on the side. “don’t be shy, ‘jichi. i’ll just be down here.”

with a teasing, sweet shimmy of your hips, your sloppy cunt ends up imprinting against ijichi’s squared glasses lenses. beforehand, he asked if he should take them off but oh, you insisted for him to keep them on.

right then, you moaned, feeling his tongue give your dripping folds a few flicks before he pushed the metal bridge back up his nose. “s- so pretty,” he’d murmur huskily, groaning mellowly once he felt the tip of your tongue slither around his ruby-colored tip. he’s still so sensitive, and ijichi squeezed the left cheek of your ass before giving it a soft sharp smack. “mngh- keep . . keep doin’ that, m’love. use your tongue like that ‘n ride against my- hah- face, fuck-”

it’s barely been a few seconds and ijichi’s already rendered completely speechless. as you arched your back over the top of his chest, he had a clear 20/20 vision of your dripping, glistening pussy steamily clouding his eyesight. with your panties lazily shoved to the side, he slides a thumb down your already pulsating clit that’s thump thump thumping.

“o… oh, wow,” he breathes shakily, guiding his thumb more up toward your sticky, dripping cunt. as ijichi was buried between your thighs, he was already feeling his mouth starting to water like a dog. it takes him a bit to actually find your clit, but when he does - you let off a sweet mewling sound that could easily pass for a harmony.

up close, your pussy was just so so pretty. in an erotic, carnal way - it even resembled a flower. his thumb softly pulled at the flap of your folds and you moaned, feeling his lukewarm tongue slickly dip its way inside. “am i doing this right?”

“you’re doin’ perfect, ijichi,” you moaned, making sure to lather your dripping tongue all over his darkly-red tip. he sucked in a short-winded breath beneath you, using his other hand to tug on his unkempt tie. his breathy, shallow pants aired against your cunt and you bit your lip, wriggling your slick core more swiftly against his face. “use your tongue a little more and- and, don’t be shy to be a little nasty.”

nasty.

ijichi’s ears perked, and he felt his dick twitch instantly in the palm of your hand. as you started to gradually fit his length inside of the cozy warmth of your mouth, he sighs deeply.

“okay-” he grunts, dragging your hips back just a bit more. your pussy wetly slides over the bridge of his nose before landing back on his compressed lips. he’s already starting to spasm with you on top of him, and ijichi’s now slurping your pussy. every few seconds, you’d feel the cold square lenses of his glasses tickle against your folds. “mngh-” he moans, feeling you cup a hand over his swollen base. they felt so full, and you hummed with a slight smile, just imagining how much of a load he was probably hiding.

you covered your teeth with your lips as you continued to go down - lapping up any glittery drop of saliva that spewed down the sides of his heavy cock. “mhm,” you muffled a sweet moan, hollowing your cheeks while feeling his tongue hungrily strum its way back ‘n forth against your g-spot.

it makes you shudder for a second, and you almost slip off another moan. ijichi was loudly moaning the entire time though, and he couldn’t help it.

it was just the way your tongue steadily glided its way down one of his veins before you popped your mouth back up to his tip was an echoing pop. while you continued, you brought your hands down toward your bare breasts before giving them a soft squeeze.

instantaneously, ijichi’s dark hooded eyes trailed down just for a quick peek and he murmured out a shaky, ‘oh f- fuck,’ once he saw you cupping your pretty tits whilst bobbing your head up and down on his curved shaft. “y- you’re so hot,” he huffed, dragging a hand through his neatly-gelled hair. “i’m not gonna… last m’love, not when you’re moving your pretty ass against my glasses like t- this.”

“didn’t say you could stop eating, ‘jichi.” you briefly popped his crowned tip from your slick-coated lips, steadying your rocky hips against his face. behind you, you heard him let off a throaty groan before his tongue tenderly flicked at your clit thrice. the gluey sap that dripped from your folds perfectly decorated a good portion of his lips, and that’s when ijichi started to pant even more.

“ ‘m sorry, f- fuck,” he whines between your legs, feeling your lips wrap back ‘round his aching length. taut gripping fingers tug at your perk ass before he’s rolling his tongue everywhere, feeling the sticky fog of your pussy cling against the lens of his prescription glasses. “ ‘m gonna cum. can’t hold-”

with a small smile, you whispered out a small, “go ahead,” before teasingly guiding the tip of your lukewarm tongue down his veiny cock. pants of pleasure surged through every part of ijichi’s body, and while his tongue was still buried inside of your clit, he finally releases. his wet lips were all glossy and raw-bitten as he pursed them, letting off a hoarse moan before his neck fell limp against his pillow. “t- that’s it, let go for me, baby.”

when ijichi came - he came hard.

his tip erupted like a volcano, remnants of his creamy mess spouting down your hand so warmly like hot magma. within an instance, you slowly traced your tongue around his leaking tip whilst letting off a content hum at his tangy taste. “ugh-” he swallows, feeling his limp body beneath you stiffen. ijichi was shaking while you continued to slither your wet tongue over his sensitive frenulum. “your tongue alone might just hah- make me propose, sweetheart.”

as your brows came together, you brought his leaking tip back away from your lips before turning around, and facing him. “oh?” you sweetly quipped, pressing both palms on his wrinkled business shirt. “well, are you?”

“maybe,” he breathes roughly, and you slip off a gasp once he suddenly spins you around, making you fall flat back against your chest. ijichi stares at your backside before pouting, re-adjusting his glasses whilst pressing his face close to your dripping pussy. “ahem, but first-” he clears his throat, and you moaned once he languidly slipped his thick ring finger inside of your folds, watching it disappear.

“l- let me practice my proposal, m’love.”

✩ ˛˚ . TOJI FUSHIGURO

“ah, c’mere,” toji grunts, dragging your hips back. callused, stubby fingertips softly pierce into the plush flesh of your hips before he positions you. instinctively, you raise your hips while getting a straight view of toji’s hard bulge poking through his denim-blue boxers. “park that pretty pussy, atta girl.” and you moaned, feeling the flatness of toji’s smooth tongue greet your drooling cunt with a starving wet lick.

as you looked in front of you - oh, he’s fucking hard.

your hand wrapped around his thick cock before you shyly flicked your tongue over his slit. gruffly, toji grumbles lowly beneath you before he uses two big hands to spread your cute squirming ass apart.

at the sound of a slick wet ‘pft’ - you gasped, feeling toji’s saliva abruptly trickle down. as you choked back whimpers, you delicately rubbed a thumb down his veiny shaft before gingerly sinking him into your mouth.

“fuuuck, that’s it, baby girl,” toji groans against your dripping heat, playfully capturing your clit with his teeth for a split second before releasing. toji was always nasty and he had no shame at all. he was always an eater and you and him both knew that.

slimy, glittery spit cascades down your puffed slit the more he continued to devour you. “work that fuckin’ throat like you always know how to do, mhm,” and you’re already drooling from the corners of your mouth as both of your cheeked puffed out from how full it was.

his cock’s just stupidly fat - it’s got a hanging curve of its own as it leaned, and his thick girth that prodded against the inside of your cheeks had you short-circuiting within seconds. every time you felt toji’s tongue sloppily zigzag its way through your cunt like a maze, your back arched further.

“ngh-” you’d let off a muffled mewl, trying to keep your focus in front of you. as your left palm continued to twist around toji’s hardened cock, your head finally started to bobble after a while. he’s underneath you the entire time, sliding his burly arms toward your thighs before teasingly pulling you closer to his starving mouth.

“awh, wish you could see how much of a crybaby you are right here between yer legs, sweet girl,” toji rasps, dragging his tongue across his lips before feeling you already starting to dampen his patchy stubble. “sooo damn wet for me that she’s cryin’ little crocodile tears,” he snickers, dipping his long tongue inside of your cunt only to snatch it right back out. your legs trembled over toji’s face and he lowly laughed against your pussy, giving it a cocky pat. “so cute.”

“s- shiiit, toji,” you drawled out a sobbing whine, wetly popping his reddish-shaded tip out of your mouth. it’s loud, reverbing briefly through the four walls of your shared apartment before your toes promptly clenched. “ ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum, your t- tongue’s so d-”

as toji grabbed your hips, making you sit flat on his face, he grumbled against your soddened pussy. “not deep enough? yeah, i agree. hold still,” and you audibly gasped - much louder this time once his tongue expanded further inside you.

strands of his matted black hair tickled against you as he lolled his tongue against your salivating heat again and again ‘till you could practically taste your candied release. you’re rocking against his mouth as you still face the other way, moaning once his fingerprints harshly dug into the fat of your tender flesh. “ride it.”

“ride wh-”

“girl you heard me,” toji smacks his lips, hoarsely swatting a palm against your ass before taking a second to collect air in his raspy lungs. “ride it.”

you knew what he meant the second you heard him slip off a lewd ‘ah.’ toji’s tongue laid flat, and he held up your rickety hips from his face for just a moment before you prepared a sharp breath.

“o- okay,” you pressed your glossed lips together, slowly lowering your ass back down against his mouth. from nose to chin - oh, toji’s face was just smeared with your glimmering slick. it adds a sort of lewd shine to his face, and you caught a slight peek of it from craning your head back.

the creaking bed beneath you both seismically shook, its impact almost equivalent to an earthquake with the way your aching hips rocked and rocked over toji’s mouth. he’s got his pink tongue rolled out flat whilst he’s baring his verdant-green eyes into the rotating flesh of your ass. “mhm,” he gifts the right cheek of your ass a stinging mean slap, dragging out a sweet pitiful whimper from your lips.

a wave of rapture cascades down your veins as you twirl your hips ‘round, already spasming from his sloppy elongated slurps. you slid the tip of your tongue down his length whilst your free hand started to reverse its wet twists around his cock. “yeaaah, girl. use that.. hah- tongue.”

as a bit of your saliva poured from your droopy lips, you whimpered - feeling toji’s teeth softly nibble at your clit. he’s ruthless, using both hands to sprawl your ass apart wider before trailing his tongue up to lap near your neglected hole. your back remained arched as he slurped you clean, making sure the tip of his salivating tongue prodded through every wet part of your convulsing pussy. but after a few seconds, your body had about just enough.

you squealed, feeling yourself writhe on his flicking tongue while your vision temporarily turned into nothing but splotches of white. “f- fuuuck,” you’d drag out, gasping once your release finally came. it slams into you at full force, and your jaw tensed. you could still hear toji’s slick hungry slurps from behind you, and that’s when your legs cutely collapsed. “tojiiiii, toji-” and all you could babble out with his name as your weak hand still wrapped around his hardened cock.

“tsk,” he clicks his tongue, sliding a fat thumb down your pulsating clit before darting his tongue down your weeping opening. you moaned, feeling the edge of his scarred lips smear itself against your pussy and you could also feel the stretching grin growing across his lips as he stayed beneath your numbed legs. “poor thing. my girl’s just about had it, hm?”

and once he heard you cutely flop on the cushioned mattress, toji sits up, licking your slick clean from his now sheeny lips. “aw, my tongue too much for you?” he huskily utters, leaning his head down, kissing near the top part of your slobbering cunt. even still - you were shaking, fluttering from the after effects of his maddened tongue, and yet, you only wanted more.

toji raised a brow, seeing you suddenly arch your back again before using two fingers to spread your wet folds apart in front of him. while were still silently whimpering out cute ‘lil pleads of his name, you did a cute shimmy of your ass as if you were saying, ‘more.’ “dirty girl. teasing me with my favorite meal’s only gonna do so much.”

toji then rubs the entirety of his palm against your tepidly-hot pussy before softly pushing your head back into your fluffed pillow. “but fine, just keep that pretty ass up for me while i fuckin’ eat.”

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU

satoru drinks it just like water, saying it tastes just like candy.

if it was anything about him though, it was that he’s almost always had a sweet tooth all his life - but he had to admit, there wasn’t anything sweeter than his pretty ‘lil wife who gets a little too handsy when the little ones are spending the weekends at their grandparents.

with his blindfold still on, he’s got you frantically squirming over his naturally-smirking mouth while both hands deeply gripped onto the jiggling flesh of your ass. “s- satoru,” you’d sob out a sweet gasping whimper, feeling his wry tongue crawl its way through every nook and cranny of your dripping cunt. on your own, you’re effortlessly making the bed shake with your quaky tremors and it was just so cute. “sato- fuuck.”

“you’re slidin’ again, angel,” he murmurs against your pussy, and he’s just nose-deep. the tip of satoru’s nose was wet, as well as his chiseled chin that was just prettily shining all thanks to your slick. you leaned forward, glancing down at his flushed tip that was still spilling tiny droplets of pre from all plump sides. “mngh- don’t just stare, silly girl. you can hah- give it a little kiss while i eat-”

as you’re still allowing harmonic whines to pour from the cracks of your lips, you brought your glossed lips up to the head of his cock. satoru’s happily buried between your thighs, hungrily delving his tongue in ‘n out of your cunt with such bestial haste.

“oh, my goddd,” you bit your lip, bringing a hand to wrap around his length. slipping out your tongue, you slowly rolled it around his tip in hypnotizing circles, feeling him shiver beneath you. he gives your ass a playful smack, the visible recoil of your skin causing him to groan against your pussy. “m- mhm, don’t stop, ‘toru.”

the bed beneath you both shook so much that it was easy for one to mistake it for an earthquake. with the way you fiercely rocked your hips against his mouth in such an addicting motion, satoru’s starting to moan right with you.

“good girl, use those pretty hips uh huh,” and you felt his lips suddenly depart for a second before feeling something else. as satoru’s recollected shallow airy breaths, he prods the tip of his lanky middle finger against your sobbing pussy. “real question is, is she gonna be a good wet girl ‘n open up a liiiittle more for me?”

as your lips wrapped around satoru’s cock, you let off a muffled moan once his digit started to vanish inside of your squeezing cunt. your tummy heaved, gasping silently at the tender feeling while barreling such a looong finger inside. your tongue swiped its way across his sweet-tasting tip before you started to quicken your pants.

“phew,” satoru ogles intently, staring as you kept your sprawled legs apart. he watched closely as you instantly clenched around his finger, dampening his digit within minutes. your pussy even squelched out wet little sounds of its own, and he can’t help but softly rub his thumb down your puffed clit. “guess she can. my wet wifey can just about do anything when she’s soaking for me, hmm.”

“mmngh-” you moaned, both of your legs shaking once he dipped his same finger right back out. satoru licks it clean before lolling his desirable pink tongue right back out. your mouth’s full, and you’re trying to maintain focus but failing every passing second.

satoru spreads your ass apart, shamelessly slurping your pussy as he felt the cute ‘lil pulses tickle his tongue. whilst he’s shamelessly devouring you whole, his pretty white lashes remain closed for the time being. you were spasming on his mouth as you continued to take him in your mouth.

but right then, satoru flutters his eyes open, pulling his blindfold up from his face like they another pair of your lacey panties. he snickers, using his technique to know you were just about there. “uh oh,” he murmurs, staring at the slick that’s just mindlessly dripping down your pussy. “something’s tellin’ me that my wife’s about to make a little mess.”

with a ‘pop’ - his dick departs from your lips and you inhale a breath, whimpering at the sudden pressure threatening to finally reach its peak. “satoru, something’s coming-” you mewled pathetically, reaching a hand back to grab at his unkempt white tresses. instinctively, his head leans further against your cunt and he huskily chuckles. “ ‘m gonna cum.”

“oh, i know,” he mumbles, luminous cerulean eyes fixating its gaze between your quaking thighs directly above him. satoru grabs at your doughy ass before sliding a finger back inside of your cunt again.

“go ‘head then,” and his voice was so deep - a lot silkier this time. you moaned, feeling another finger curl its way inside and he’s just slowly scissoring both digits inside of your soddened pussy. “c’mon angel, give it to me. you got it girl, riiide it all out on my tongue, mhm-”

at the low, husky cooing of his words - your pretty pitching orgasm rings through his ears.

right as you ended up squirting, you couldn’t stop the sweet little squeal that ran away from your trembling lips.

your teeth-shattering release loosens your shoulders before you whimpered, choking on your whimpers whilst you still felt him darting his tongue down your sappy entrance. “satoru, f- fuck, fuckk,” you’d trill whimperingly, continuing to feel him sloppily scrape his hot tongue through the outskirts of your pussy. “thankyouthankyou-”

“aw, you’re welcome,” satoru mumbles, noticing the slick moisture that was starting to stick down against your legs. your body still shook over him violently, and as you’re trying to recover from your recent finish, satoru gives your drooling cunt a kiss.

he even pats your wet folds with the back of his blindfold before giving your pretty pussy its last and final sloppy kiss.

“nice to hear my pretty girl’s still got manners at least heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . CHOSO KAMO

“princess,” choso sat up from between the sprawled heat of your thighs. as he licked his upper lip, from top to bottom, it was practically smeared with your shimmery essence. he’s been eating you out for hours probably, and with a glance out the window, it was already turning daylight. you looked down at him, still struggling to catch ragged, deep breaths before meeting his lust-filled gaze. choso gives your clit a single wet kiss before sheepishly grinning. “i wanna try 96. i saw it online and-”

“96?” you smiled, giving his head a soft pat. “don’t you mean 69?”

choso huffs, sitting up to lean into you. “yeah yeah, same thing,” and he brings his needy, hungry lips to yours. you returned the kiss, curling your tongue ‘round his while his cherry-mint taste exploded against your buds. “can we try?”

“okay-” you smiled against his lips. choso moaned once you playfully flicked his chest, making him flop back against the satiny-black sheets. he pulled your hips back toward his face while you wrapped a hand around his thick cock. it’s tip had a nice dark red shade, and he was still oozing a bit of pre-cum from just tasting you.

you arched your back at the most perfect angle, letting off an airy, mewl gasp once you felt his shallow breath of air against your cunt. already, choso felt himself salivating at the mouth once he single-handedly spreads your pussy with his thumb.

“oh… oh,” his expression goes slyly timid, and he even leans in to give your pussy a wet kiss. “you’re so pretty over me like this.” he whispers, watching the strings of slick messily stick onto its lips.

lazily, choso slouched back against the tottering bed frame before he wrapped an arm around your torso. he’s tenderly soft, aligning his parched mouth with your cunt as his tongue swiped its way against your clit. “m- mhm, just like that,” your voice shook, feeling his smoky breath glue against your skin.

choso was still in his boxers, and your brows curiously knit together - noticing his visible bulge that was damn near painfully poking through the cottony fabric. you arched your back just a little more, leaning in close before licking around the fat print of his bulge.

you could’ve sworn his dick twitched the second your tongue trailed itself over the fly part of his boxers. “p- princessss,” he hisses, reluctantly breaking away from your cunt to glance down at you. since you were turned the other way, he couldn’t really see much of you like he initially wanted and it made him pout. “don’t be a tease.”

“ask nicely then, baby.” you softly uttered, sliding a thumb down toward the gusset part, guiding it slightly up near the upper middle. it’s just poking out, and you could see a bit of a dampening dark-grey spot where his tip prodded at behind the fabric. choso grunts, feeling you cutely wriggle your ass against his face before he deeply sighs.

“f… fine,” he grits his teeth, dragging poised fingers down each of your wobbly thighs. “please just-” he swallows, feeling his boxers grow tighter after each nanosecond that passed. the air around him felt so hot, and he already knew he was leaking a bit of pre-cum just by your intimidating proximity.

fuck.

“please, pretty please,” choso goes back to lapping his tongue against your slick cunt, eating a sweet gasp from you. “pull my boxers down ‘n… do whatever, please, just make me mmh- feel good, princess.”

“good boy,” you mumbled, using a hand to spring out his thick cock. choso whined from your feverishly hot touch as he felt the edge of your dripping tongue skim its way around the crowned head. his tip’s a fiery blushing red, and as he presents a single kiss to your clit — he shudders underneath you. you use a thumb to rub over his slit before using a palm to wrap over his veiny cock. “mhm, how’s it feel?”

with both bodies against each other rhythmically moving in delayed sync, choso slipped off a strained whimper. “so good, s- so good, princess,” and his blurbs of whines get caught in between your cunt once he purses his swollen lips together. you moaned once choso latched his lips against your sticky pussy, giving your honeyed folds a needy, long slurp.

you brought your same thumb behind the head of his cock, slowly massaging it before lapping your tongue around a bit of his foreskin. underneath you, you heard choso’s breath get caught in his throat and it was quite cute how he forgot to breathe for a second. “more, more-”

“more please.”

“more… please.” choso repeats after you, damn near falling in love once he feels the sloppy reverse of your hand that’s softly twisting at his cock. you rocked your hips over his face as you continued, allowing a bit of shimmery spit to fall from your lips and dribble onto the crown of his plump shaft.

“m- mistress,” he hiccuped, feeling your hot mouth vacuum each side of his cock before giving his tip a slurping wet suck. “i mean mommy,” he moans again, feeling his lips quiver once he feels you licking near his tender frenulum. “i- fuck.”

you giggle at his stammering, dragging your tongue down a prominent vein that runs down the left side of his dick. choso’s running a hand through his matted black strands before he digs the top row of his teeth in his bottom lip. “you gonna cum for me, ‘cho?”

“yeah, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cummm,” he nods, staring down at the slick sides of your thighs that were just dripping with your wet mess.

choso couldn’t help but run his tongue down at the trail he created, happily relishing in your flavor before he felt himself about to burst - literally.

choso swirled his tongue inside of your pussy in exaggerated, tight circles ‘till you started to feel your legs trembling. he moans at the sight of you wriggling your ass against his face, and he even prods a thumb against your twitching clit that continuously pulsed from the numbing stimulation. “make me cum, yeah- make me f- feel good, pleaseplease-”

he continued to babble against your slick folds until he eventually came, shooting milky-white stripes of cum that messily sprayed against your hand. he’s shaking underneath you, moaning out your name in his raw hoarse voice before you started to lap the mess up.

“good hah- boy,” you breathed dryly, kissing all sides of his hooked cock. it just about fits in your palm perfectly, and he shuddered each time you toyed with his tender glands with the tip of your tongue. “did so good.”

“can you..” choso huffed weakly, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. you watched as his chest went up ‘n back down again while he was pawing clingy hands at both of your hips. you were about to turn around but he stops you, making you continue to face forward. “can you do t- that with your mouth again?” and choso aligns himself against your weeping pussy once more, coating your folds with a multitude of wet kisses.

“i think i like 96 now, h- heh.”

✩ ˛˚ . SUGURU GETO

geto’s a wild, untamed animal…

with him, he’ll leave you feeling sore for hours with all of your limbs feeling like they’re on the verge of falling right off. as he talked you through probably your third orgasm of the night, your knees buckled.

there was a long rectangular mirror that was propped up in front of you both too, mirroring every single coarse and filthy position he introduced your body to.

“f- fuuuck,” you whimpered, bringing your hips to a slowing halt as he was still buried deep inside of you. geto’s laid beneath you, staring at the ridden bouncy flesh of your ass grinding against his sharpened pelvis. his cock deeply dragged its way through your cunt, sloppily massaging your walls before you bit your lip. “fuck, sugu- ‘m still c- cumming-”

“i know,” he huffs, watching your limp body shake as your back turns the opposite way of him. your hands rested on his knees, and he couldn’t help but steal glimpses at your ass that swayed itself against him. “and i want a taste.” swiftly, he lifts you, spinning you around before pulling your legs back. you moaned, feeling his spit-glossed lips decorate a path of kisses down your tepid thighs.

dark, lust-filled eyes studied your jerking movements before he positioned you to align your ass to hover over his face.

you sucked in a windy breath, feeling geto’s tongue wetly flicks its way against your pussy and you quickly craned your head to look at him, only to feel his palm whack against your ass.

“ah, ahhh- eyes on the pretty girl up front,” geto gruffly reminds you, slightly turning your head to stare at the reflection of yourself in his propped up mirror. “all you need to worry about is keepin’ this pretty ass up for me.”

“but-”

“but-” he mocks your tone, surprising your cunt with a wet kiss, causing you to whimper. geto unapologetically spits against your glistening heat before lapping it right back up again, circling the pad of this thumb ‘round your pulsating clit. “but nothing, have some manners, sweetheart. you’ve done enough talking for the night,” and geto hums, dipping his thumb inside of your cunt with ease before gluing his lips against your core once more. instantly, slippery squelches wetly sing from between your legs and you whine, glancing at yourself in the mirror. “but she’s always got something to add, cute.”

while geto’s occupied by being between your thighs, your eyes land down at his cock. and oh, was it always so, so pretty.

his tip had a bit of a tan, and before you knew it, your spit-dribbling lips were already wrapping ‘round his fat length. “mmhhm-” you moaned, swirling your tongue over one of the many veins that prodded down his cock. he’s still got his lips latched to your pussy, rummaging the pointed tip of his tongue through every convulsing orifice ‘till you damn near screamed all three pretty syllables of his name.

in his mind, you looked ethereal like this - bent over and arched on all fours.

every time you squirmed, he sucked harder against your cunt and you were at a loss for words every time. “my tongue, pretty girl,” geto grumbles, clawing a hand at your right ass cheek. he sharply spanks it twice, hearing your sweet mewling sobs in front of him before he hoarsely groans. “fuckin’ ride on it for me, ‘m so thirsty.” and you let off muffled noises of your own, rolling your hips back. as geto’s tongue stayed lolled out, your pussy ferociously dragged itself against the flatness of his tongue.

his tastebuds never felt so hot. you moaned, feeling the middle of his tongue curls itself back before laying flat again.

you whimpered, using a hand to stroke his veiny cock while you continued to messily bob yourself up ‘n down. you’re even sloppy yourself, feeling the slippery beads of saliva pour from the corners of your lips.

after each slurp, his cock moderately grows in your mouth. “mmngh-” you moaned with your lashes momentarily shut, feeling his tip abruptly slap its way against the roof of your mouth. within minutes, your chin was starting to shine with your saliva and you only wanted more.

“that’s my girl, fuck,” geto groans against your pussy that drenched him from his nose to his pointed chin. with two clammy hands, geto pulls your hips back a bit once he watches you squirm. immediately, your hips buckled and flopped against his chest with his dick still keeping the left inside of your cheek company. “mmgh-”

minutes pass with you still taking geto’s hefty cock in your mouth with his lips still greedily attached to your cunt. the both of you came at an overwhelming high so fast that you could almost taste your orgasmic finish on the tip of your tongue. as geto continued to lap at the remnants of dripping saliva that tried to pour down your slit, he’s feeling his shaft tighten by the second. not even a nanosecond passed before a raw, throaty groan leaves from him.

“oh, f- fuck,” he stammers, and he’s cumming - hard, aiming straight at the back of your throat. his hips fiercely piston along with your own hips madly shaking over his laid-out tongue.

it’s got a bitterly sweet tang that makes you hum, feeling geto moderately pour his mess inside your mouth. you softly twisted his veiny length with one hand before lewdly popping his dick from between your slickly-wet lips.

“mhm,” you hummed, still panting as you took a second to swallow. geto was literally melting underneath you, and he had to keep pushing away the sticky black strands that glued to his forehead. “suguru-”

“damn,” he mumbles, a sleazy pussy-drunk grin plastered on his face. through the reflection of the mirror, you saw geto lay down, buried between your legs with both hands grabbing at each part of your ass. he laps his tongue up your glossed slit before giving your cunt a few open-mouthed kisses. “mhm, thank you.”

“for wh-”

“quiet, baby,” he hoarsely whispers, taking a few thick fingers down your puffy entrance. your back remained arched as you moaned, feeling the warmth of his breath tickle against your dewy core.

geto then sat up, reeling your hips back toward his face before spanking your ass for probably the nth time.

“give me just one more, ‘m still so hungry..”

✩ ˛˚ . SUKUNA RYŌMEN

continuously - sukuna’s snatched out multiple orgasms from you ‘till you could barely even mutter out audible, coherent words. he’s just so big, especially in his true form where the word 'stamina' was practically non-existent to him.

“you, get up here,” he slouched back against his throne as you were still heavily panting. you were sitting on his lap, still feeling that quavering shake between your legs after you finished riding him. “i wanna try somethin'.”

“okay-” you’d breathlessly sigh with droopy eyes. sukuna snickers behind you, and he eventually helps you up. brawny, beefy arms wrap ‘round you securely before suddenly, you find yourself upside down on his king-sized bed. your eyes enlarged to the size of saucers, and upon instinct, your hands grab onto his sprawled-out knees. “ ‘kuna, don’t drop me!”

“ ‘m not,” he rasps with an eye roll, spreading your feeble legs apart. a gust of balmy wind sets against your sloppy cunt and you whimpered. you could just feel the cold, sinister yet silent state of sukuna’s eyes focusing primarily between your legs. you’re still so wet, and he gives your drooling entrance a single kiss. “sit on my stomach, trust me.”

time stands still as you’re propped up just below sukuna’s chest with your body facing the opposite way. you tried to sit up, only for him to crisply slap a palm against your left ass cheek. “down, girl,” he snarled, and you gasped once you suddenly felt something appear and rub underneath your thighs — his stomach mouth - oh, you sometimes literally forgot he could create extra mouths on his body.

sukuna hums in carnal virility, bringing his forked stomach tongue towards your dripping opening before sloppily stealing the first wet lick.

you were oh-so-sweet, sweet as honey as he relished your glacé-tasting flavor. the moment sukuna used two hands to steady your hips, you moaned. the other two unoccupied hands went down, stretching the mouth on his stomach apart much wider while you took your seat on his ‘throne’ - his tongue.

the tongue wetly rolled itself out, delving inside of your pussy and it was just so careless. “f- fuuuck-” you whined, already bucking your hips against his ripped abdomen.

it was just so risqué.

sukuna was no stranger to eating you out but it was a lot different with his stomach tongue.

from the very pink tip, it’s drooling from your sweetened taste alone, and you’re already spasming. it’s so long too, and your eyes widened once you started to feel the delicious stretch of his tongue within no time.

“arch more for me, bend,” he gruffly murmured, trailing his crimson-red eyes down toward your squirming waist. you arch forward, staring at his dick in front of you and noticing how each prodding vein twitched through his skin. he sighed deeply, feeling your tongue lap its way against each prominent vein before he spanked your ass. “dirty girl, can’t help but get a taste too, hm?”

“suku-”

slap.

another loud spank interrupts you, and your trembly incoming words transform into a full-throated moan. you whimpered, still hearing the sloppy sloshes of your cunt as his stomach tongue continued. after another slap comes, the skin of your ass ricochet against his palm and you heard him groan from behind you. “fuck,” sukuna grumbles, compressing his pink brows together. your jolting body above him continued to writhe as the slimy tongue on his stomach continued to slide itself near your tender clit.

drops of shimmery dew pooled down your slit as you aligned your lips around his fat hefty cock. a glossy tear of pre-cum dribbles its way from his tip and you licked it instantly, humming at the bittersweet taste that clashes against your buds.

“mmgh, ‘kuna,” you moaned between greedy slurps, using a hand to grab near his full base. he groaned, feeling the tip of your thumb stroke down a prodding vein. his entire body from top to bottom was primarily decorated with his ancient markings and was now covered in glistening sweat.

“ ‘m not gonna hah- last,” you whimpered, gasping once you felt the forked tip of his lower stomach tongue repeatedly flicks its way at your sensitive nub. every languid pant you puffed out felt like it was going to be your last, and you were counting the seconds ‘till your sweet reverie would finally come.

“well yeah, you never do,” he grunts, feeling the wetness of your mouth linger over his plump cockhead.

sukuna’s domain was eerily quiet - except, the only sounds that could be heard were his extra tongue and your slick, sloppy squelches that reverbed through his royal chambers. he felt you cutely scooting yourself back ‘n forth against his stomach while you were partially taking him in his mouth. you tried, and you batted your lashes before moaning once you felt his dick twitch again against your wet tongue.

eagerly, your frantic hips buckled before you removed your naturally-glossed lips from his shaft, cutely craning your head back for a quick peek. “nosy little girl,” he reaches forward, slightly making you face forward. “nothing for you to see.”

you pout, facing the same way you were before as his tongue continued. quickly, your little pout turned into a more lewd look as your jaw started to drop. in milliseconds, your poor, empty brain was turning into mush as you felt all types of elation spike through your veins. “sukunaaa-” you whined, biting your lip once his stomach tongue ruthlessly stretched itself even more inside of you. you were grinding against his chiseled abdomen, feeling the sticky sap of your mess glue down your sprawled legs before you let off a yelping clamor. “i’m gonna-”

your sweet, belting words were interrupted by a gasp that ripped from your near-sounding hoarse windpipe. you slouched forward, feeling your poor legs grow limp as the tongue sloppily dragged a path near your hole before trailing back down towards your sopping pussy. you were speechless with half-open eyelids draping, barely holding themselves open.

“s- shit,” you whimpered through shaky lips, feeling your entire body reaching near its end. sukuna grabbed your hips, making you swirl your ass around his stomach one more time. “oh, my g- god.”

“hmph,” the demon grumbled, glancing down at his extra tongue that even licked the wet crevices of its mouth clean. you had a good portion of his stomach covered wholly with your lustrous slick, and within a second, the tongue retreated, flopping itself back into its mouth. “you could use a bit more training.”

“training?” you breathed, still feeling your legs tremble as a wind of fresh air forced its way out of your lungs. you slumped forward in defeat, whimpering silently as a prurient wave of static shock surged through your limp body.

sukuna snickers, lifting you before pulling you back up on his lap. “yeah, training,” he repeats roughly, and he suddenly sits himself up on his bed.

as he takes a three-second glance at your body with his rouge-colored eyes, sukuna spins you around. you slipped off a gasp, moaning once he started to bring your legs up. he brought one of his hands down toward your dripping pussy before giving it a soft pat. “we can start by working on your flexibility,” and you moaned, feeling sukuna’s lower arms lift you with his other set of arms squeezing at your bare breasts.

he’s aligning you over his cream-covered tip before you feel another tip poke its way against your inner thighs. you almost forgot how he could just duplicate any part of his body, and you already could just taste how stretched you were about to get.

“upsie-daisy,” he grunts, pulling you up with such strength before he gifts your wet pussy its second slap. you whimpered, babbling faint whines of his name before sukuna lightly nipped his fangs into the left side of your neck.

“mhm, fuck- now open up for your king like a good obedient girl.”

✩ ˛˚ . NANAMI KENTO

nanami groaned, intently eyeing the creamy-white mess that dribbled down the left side of his cock. “mmgh- sweetheart,” he swallows, dragging a hand through his neatly-parted blond hair. you moaned as you straddled him in his home office chair that squeaked each second you put your thighs to work. “wait a minute, bend over the desk for me, sweetheart.”

“okay.” humming sweetly, you removed yourself from his lap before leaning over his worn-down, groaning desk. nanami gnawed on his bottom lip as he slouched at his desk, bringing a thumb towards your stuffed cunt.

“now, look at thaaat,” he huskily utters, gradually trailing the tip of his pointer finger down your drooling slit. it’s probably been about the third time of the night that he’s stuffed you, and he grunts once he sees the cute ‘lil wriggle of your impatient hips. instantly, your ass jiggles and nanami brings a soft kiss to the right cheek of your ass. “get on the desk, my love. ‘m still a little thirsty.”

he helped position you on the desk with him laying flat back against the worn-out wooden furniture. you slumped over him, poking your ass just above his face with you facing the other direction.

“k- kentooo-” you whimpered, gasping once you felt his tongue already lapping at your glistening slick cunt. piles of nanami’s documents packets that scattered everywhere fell to the floor once you aligned yourself. you held back a whimper, feeling his tongue sloppily flick itself down your slick opening.

you moaned, feeling the cold band of his watch tickles its way against your skin. as you leaned forward, your spit-drooling lips wrapped their way around his scarlet red tip. “my, look at how it all just spills out,” murmured, feeling his dick twitch at the milky masses of cum that oozed down your sopping entrance.

once nanami brought his lips back toward your cunt, he wetly dips it inside before dragging it down to flick itself against each sensitive nerve stored inside you. “mhm, my pretty girl can’t help but taste so sweet when she’s filled to the brim.”

“f- fuck, ‘ken,” you’d dig the top row of your teeth down on your bottom lip, feeling and hearing him slurp up every ounce of molten pools of his cum drizzling down your clit. as you faced forward, you looked down at his veiny cock that stood tall.

nanami’s business slacks were pulled down, and your eyes couldn’t help but linger at his blond happy trail that decorated a good portion of his abdomen. “don’t s… stop-” you mewled, bringing your quivering lips toward his strawberry-colored tip.

with a single wet lick, you swirled the tip of your tongue ‘round the crown of his leaking head before pressing sloppy kisses near the bulky, veiny sides. nanami lets off a heady groan, slipping thick raw moans between your legs, and his lips were starting to glue against your wet pussy. as you started to take him into your mouth, nanami slips a thick middle finger in between your weeping folds.

“move yourself against my tongue, sweetheart, mhm.” he throatily whispers, using his other hand to bring a soft, teasing smack toward the left cheek of your ass. you leaned forward, whimpering once you felt your feverish cunt drag itself back and forth against the flatness of his salivating tongue.

nanami was a starved man, and he loved more than anything for you to quench his thirst with your sweet, honeyed taste.

like most times, he could barely fit inside, and once his bulbous-shaped tip hit against the roof of your mouth, you let off a muffled moan. your eyes prettily rolled way back at the feeling of both his thumb and tongue prodding inside of you.

“ ‘m s- so close, kento,” you whined, occasionally popping his tip from between your swollen lips every few seconds to speak. your hips cutely threw themselves back against his face, and nanami’s just effortlessly lapping up every glittery drop that trickled from your slit. “right there, fuck, fuck, please-”

“c’mon, sweetheart, be a good girl ‘n give it to me,” nanami airily gruffs, staring at his stringy webby globs of saliva that stuck against your cunt. he’s diving in face first, hungrily jackhammering his tongue in between your puffed folds continuously non-stop.

you couldn’t help but grind yourself back against his tongue while you kept bobbing your head.

the position alone was so crude, not to mention over his home desk - but nanami couldn't care less. he felt you starting to spasm and he hummed, bringing three wet kisses against your pulsing clit. once you loudly ‘popped’ his tip from your lips yet again, you started to whine out cooing little babbles and nanami sweetly cut you off, “shh, i know. where’s my wet girl? it’s okay, you got it, just let go for me. i’ll clean my messy girl riiight up, promise.”

callused, big hands tenderly spread your ass apart as you trembled above his body. the poor wooden desk the both of you laid on was creaking noisily. the old furniture sounded like it was pushing its limit as your thighs were tensing after each unpredictable swirl of his tongue.

a hot, pooling sensation curled its way inside of the lower pit of your stomach ‘till your eyes eventually crossed inward. “oh, f… fuuckk,” you whimpered sweetly, shuddering once you started to feel yourself violently convulsing on nanami’s flat tongue.

your euphorically elated release hits you roughly, slamming into your face first like a truck - and he’s still slowly guiding his tongue up ‘n down your glistening slick while you spasmed.

your senses were fully heightened as pretty inaudible whines drew from your lips. nanami’s blond brows knit together as he licked you clean, even grabbing his handkerchief from the small pocket of his casual dress shirt to wipe against his mouth.

“good girl…. my hah-good girl,” he purrs lowly, briefly sitting up to see you still perfectly arched over him. “heh, you know how to make a mess out of me,” and nanami gives your clit its final departing kiss before softly rubbing the silver band of his ring down your slippery folds.

for a split second, nanami’s browned eyes avert down towards your twitching pussy before he sees it still dripping with sap right before his eyes. he hums before playfully dragging your hips back toward his face, propping you right back on his mouth.

“but ah, don’t run now, silly girl. ‘m not done with you yet. work can wait, my wet wife can’t. now sit.”

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Nothing On (But the Radio)

Pairing: Dante/(fem) Reader Warnings: None Tags: Summer, Booty Calls, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Hand jobs, Shower Sex Word Count: 5,471 Summary: You and Dante come up with a fun way to beat the summer heat. AO3 Mirror A/N: inspired by the heatwave going on in da east coast...

The whirring noise of your overhead fan buzzed from above you so loudly that it was starting to get on your very last nerve.

It was a hot summer afternoon in Red Grave City- one of the hottest days on record in the last five years at that. Every single window was open in your tiny one bedroom apartment, including the balcony door- no screen door to buffer you from any creepy-crawlies that might want to come in and explore, but you’d deal with that later- and the living room ceiling fan was working overtime, spinning around on full speed so hard that the concern of it breaking from the ceiling and crashing down below onto you crossed your mind twice now. Hell, you’d even walked two blocks in the sweltering heat to grab one of the last cheap, portable fans in stock at the local discount store in efforts to combat the heat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Currently, you were standing in the cramped kitchen of your apartment, sticking your head into the freezer in an effort to cool down some. It wasn’t working. Annoyance was building inside of you at the lack of relief, and it was combining with the boredom that came with hot days like this- like the knowledge that even if you found something to do today, you’d never really be comfortable in this heat. To say you were bored was putting it lightly. And what was worse, you were mildly worried that as temperatures continued to skyrocket, your entire apartment building would lose power like what had happened a few times last summer. Oh, the joys of living in a city such as Red Grave.

Pulling your head out of the freezer, you sighed to yourself. Today was such a waste of a day. Truly, there was nothing to do. You opened your refrigerator door, grabbing a can of soda on the shelf before bringing the chilled aluminum to your forehead. What a miserable day, too hot to go outside but also too hot to do anything of real value. Bringing the can down from your head, you snapped the mouth of the can open and with the refreshing clicking sound of the tab, an idea hit you. Suddenly, you knew how to make this day a lot more entertaining.

Taking your newly opened soda with you, you returned back to your living room in search of your previously discarded cell phone. When you found it, you quickly unlocked it, opened the contacts app, and scanned the impossibly long list of names before you settled on the one that always delivered on a fun time: Dante. You clicked the call icon before bringing your phone up to your ear, finally taking a sip of your soda as you waited for him to pick up. The carbonation of your soda buzzed in your throat and down to your chest as you swallowed, although that might have also been from the jittery excitement that came with placing a booty call.

Dante picked up on the very last ring of the call, saving you from the embarrassment of being sent to voicemail purgatory. “...Hello?”

“Hey, what’s up? What are you doing?”

“Oh, you know-” His words broke off, and you could hear the garbled sounds of some creature-thing in the background, whatever that was. “Just out and about, the usual,” Dante continued. There was a strained quality to his voice, almost as if he’d been running around or doing some other sort of high impact activity. Well, you certainly had another one in mind for the two of you to do later.

You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t actually see you do so. “Wanna come over?”

“Right now?”

“Sure, or whenever,” You sipped your soda once more, smacking your lips after swallowing. “I can make you something to eat,” You paused for a moment, remembering the state of Dante’s place the last time you’d been over. No doubt he probably didn’t have electricity during a heatwave like this, if you knew him as well as you did. “And you can use my shower, if you want.”

Dante didn’t respond right away, but you knew he was still on the line as you could hear him breathing. You could also hear the muffled shouts of the other Devil May Cry crew members, and it was then you realized that they were probably all out doing a job or something together. Part of you was almost touched that he’d picked up your call mid fight, the other part of you was baffled he was still so reckless in his old age.

“Sure, why not?” Came his response, making you refocus on the call you were on rather than where your thoughts were headed into a daydream of a sweaty, shirtless Dante triumphing over a bunch of demon scum. “Should I bring the whole crew?”

“Nah,” You responded quickly. “This is an invite for you only.” You hoped he would pick up on your words, the inflection of your voice, and understand what you were implying was in store for him if he came over.

Dante seemed to have no trouble picking up on your implication, and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, “You’ve got too much time on your hands, babe.”

“Oh, well, wait until I get my hands on you,” you teased back, grinning to yourself.

You could hear Dante snort a laugh into the phone before he replied, “Alright, I’ll be there in 20 minutes and then we’ll see.” He hung up after he spoke, and you dropped your phone on the couch next to you.

That meant you had about 20 minutes to get ready, which was more than enough time to get ready. Not like you had to shower or anything, you figured he’d be sweaty from the job and you could both just clean up together afterwards. No sense in getting clean just to get dirty again. Instead, the first thing you did was mosey on over to your bookshelf which held your radio CD player and turned that on, letting whatever CD you already had in there play. The sound of pop music filled your living room, something bubbly and dance worthy, which suited you perfectly as there were some nervous butterflies inside you that you had to dance out to get them out of your system. Despite the fact that you and Dante had done this dozens of times by now, there was nothing quite like the twitchy anticipation that came with knowing you were about to have your whole world rocked by him all over again.

Eventually, 15 minutes passed quickly. You could feel the prickles of sweat under your arms and on your palms, the heat long since forgotten and replaced by the excitement you were feeling for Dante’s arrival. The soda you opened had since been demolished, the empty can left lingering and crushed in your sink. Dante would be here any minute now, and you probably should’ve made an effort to tidy up your apartment somewhat, but you also knew he didn’t care about stuff like that. It was easy, being with Dante like this as you never felt like you ever had to pretend to be someone you weren’t. You knew he liked you exactly as you were, nothing more and nothing less.

The thought gave you another ingenious idea. Moving fast, you got up from where you were sat waiting on your couch, the ceiling fan still spinning overhead as if its life depended on it, and moved to your bedroom where you were quick to pull your tank top off and over your head before discarding it on the floor next to your bed. Next, you kicked off your shorts and panties in one swoop, leaving you bare to the toasty air of your apartment. Just in time too, as there was a booming knock to your front door singling that Dante had arrived. He was a minute early, how nice. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you made your way to the front door, already picturing the shocked look on his face when you would open it. That was something you liked about Dante, too- those rare moments where you were truly able to shock him. You loved seeing his face twist in reaction to one of your antics, it was like the ultimate cure for whatever boredom you were feeling in the moment.

You peeked through the peephole of your door, just to make sure it really was Dante and you weren’t about to accidentally flash some poor (lucky) soul, before yanking the door wide open and posing with a hand on your hip. Clearly the last thing Dante had been expecting when he’d knocked on your door was for you to open it as naked as the day you were born, and you watched as his jaw slid wide open and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head like a cartoon. Only if this was a cartoon, he’d be going awooga with heart shaped eyes judging by the expression on his face. Instead, you watched as his eyes traveled from the top of your head down to the very naked tips of your toes, a satisfied heat brewing inside of you at the glimmer of lust you saw in his beautiful blue eyes.

When he stood rooted to the ground of your doorway and made little to no effort to enter your apartment, you leaned forward and grabbed him by the lapels of his red jacket before dragging him in. As much as you loved his reaction to your surprise, you didn’t want to stand naked in your doorway for too much longer. Once the door was closed behind him, you spoke, “You like what you see?” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes, trying to play as coy as someone who was entirely naked could be.

“Damn, babe,” Dante's expression softened, ridding his face of the shock written on it before, as his hand clasped on his firm pec over his heart. “You’re gonna give a guy a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” You practically purred the word, feeling completely unapologetic, “It’s just sooo hot out today.”

“Yeah, well, it’s about to get a hell of a lot hotter now,” Dante smirked as you struggled to not roll your eyes at him. However, before you could open your mouth to chide him for keeping a girl like you waiting, Dante got the one up on you by leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss rapidly grew deep, turning into a mashing of teeth and lips pressing hard as your tongue met his own. You could taste the faint taste of salt on his lips, another reminder that he was coming straight to you from a job.

Not willing to break the kiss, you kept your hands gripped tightly to his jacket as you took a step backwards, giving Dante no choice but to follow where you guided him. With every step back you took, it seemed like the kiss was going to break, and you were pleased when his lips chased after your own each time. Eventually, you backed up enough that you could feel the stern press of your dining table poke against your ass and you knew you’d moved where you wanted to be.

It was here that you finally broke the kiss before releasing your grip on Dante’s jacket, hopping up onto the table behind you without turning away to look at it. You then parted your knees, spreading your legs enough so that Dante would have room to kneel between them if he so chose to. And you so desperately wished that he would. Throwing another heavy lidded glance up at the man in front of you, you waited to see what he’d do next.

Dante clearly got the message of what you wanted loud and clear, and began to move to his knees onto the floor in front of the table. His gaze locked on to the sight of your exposed pussy before him, no doubt glistening at this point from just how wet only kissing him got you. He leaned in close to you, not close enough to be able to touch you, but you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and he inhaled the heady scent of you. A throaty groan left him as he pulled back to look up at your face. There was an unmistakable flash of heated desire in his eyes, something that made you shiver in expectancy despite how hot the room was rapidly becoming, almost boiling at this point.

“Is this the meal you mentioned before?” Dante asked, his eyebrow arched sharply as he teased you.

The sudden question took you out of the aroused mindset you’d been burning in for a moment as your brain processed what he was asking. However, you were quick to laugh, “No,” you closed your eyes as a smile plastered itself on your face. “I’ll still make you somethinnng-” The words quickly transformed into a loud, drawn out moan as Dante used the moment you spoke as another opportunity to one up you again by forcefully plunging a finger deep into you. The sudden intrusion made you keen loudly, throwing your head back as your eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss.

Dante seemed pleased with your reaction, and he hummed to himself before leaning forward and sealing his lips tightly around your clit. He sucked against your swollen flesh roughly while his finger began thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. Clearly, he was in no mood to hold back, as it wasn’t long before another finger joined the first, both of them pumping inside of you in unison. The combined efforts were sending you closer to the edge, and your climax was building at an alarming rate. The call to rut your hips into his face was one you couldn’t deny, despite the uncomfortable feeling of your sweaty skin pulling away from the wooden table each time you did so.

Moans were leaving you uncontrollably, and you leaned backwards onto your elbows as Dante continued to drive you towards orgasm. The room was starting to feel unbearably hot, so hot that you weren’t sure if your head was starting to spin from how toasty the room was or how hard you thought you were going to come. You could still hear the sound of your CD still playing in the other room, the pop music now sounding dull in comparison to the sound of the blood rushing in your ears and the wet noises coming from where Dante’s mouth was locked onto your pussy. Although you had your eyes screwed shut, you could tell that Dante was enjoying this too as you could hear the groans of his own enjoyment escaping him under your own noises.

Suddenly, his fingers stilled inside of you before pushing in as deep as they could go, pulling another loud moan from you as he sucked harshly against your clit. His fingers then began to pump inside you in a circular, fluid motion, pressing tightly against that sensitive spot on your inner wall. Dante’s mouth released your clit, instead switching it up so that his tongue flicked back and forth against your clit in a way that you knew that he knew you liked. The change in simulation had your eyes crossing behind your lids, bursts of lights danced in the darkness there, and you were so close that it was starting to physically hurt.

Despite the orgasm that was now at the very tips of your fingers, you still needed more. Your hips continued back up rutting against Dante’s face, and he met your need with an overeager impatience. His fingers sped up the twisting motion deep inside you while his tongue flicked against your clit with a speed that was unmistakable due to his half-demon status. It was finally enough- your release hitting you so hard that you had no choice but to cry out loudly as your thighs clamped around Dante’s head firmly. Waves of pleasure coasted along your body, causing your elbows to finally give and you found yourself laying flat against the wood of your dining table. Sweat drenched every inch of your body, creating a seal that fused you to the table. You’d have to clean that later, for sure. You struggled to catch up with your breathing as jolts of bliss made you throb, your body jerking against the table as your thighs finally parted enough so Dante could untangle himself from your body.

As you slowly came back down from your high, Dante stayed on the floor, pressing chaste kisses against your inner thigh. Just the drag of his facial hair against your sensitive skin was enough to get your heartbeat spiking once more, and you could feel yourself becoming needy for more. Slowly, you sat back up on the table before reaching down and over so you could run your fingers through Dante’s hair. He looked up at you as you did so, making your heart tense up in something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You watched as he put those two fingers that had been inside of you to his mouth, licking them clean from the essence of you left on them.

“Help me down?” You asked, despite the fact that you most certainly did not need help getting off the table you had so easily situated yourself on.

If Dante knew that, he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he stood up and offered his hands out for you to steady yourself with as you hopped off the table. “So what do you got in store for me now, babe?” He asked as you moved to grab a paper towel to wipe your sweat and other fluids off the table.

“Ugh, it’s so hot in here,” You sighed, fanning yourself with the paper towel roll before tearing off a singular paper towel and wiping the table. “Wanna go take a shower?”

“You read my mind,” Dante nodded affirmatively as he watched you clean the table as best as you could for the time being.

Once you finished tidying up, you crumpled up the paper towel and threw it onto the table. You’d deal with that later. You had more important things at hand, like getting in the shower with Dante as quickly as you could. Turning back towards the man, you took his hand and led him into your bedroom, somewhere he’d been countless times before. You figured he’d probably want to wash the clothes he currently wore, which was fine with you, you had an in-unit washer and dryer which was more than he could say. Plus, you’d graciously allowed him to keep a pair of sweatpants in your dresser for occasions like this specific one.

The two of you made your way to your bathroom, and you turned on the shower. Normally, you were one to take showers so hot it was like you were bathing in the fiery lava of hell, but you figured since it was so damn hot out already, you’d settle on lukewarm water for now. Plus, weren’t you both going to make it extra steamy in there anyways? Once the water was to your liking, you went ahead and pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the porcelain tub since you were already naked. You’d wait for Dante in here, and you could tell you wouldn’t be waiting long as you heard the sound of his clothes rustling around before they dropped to the ground.

After a few moments, the curtain pulled back and Dante appeared, stepping into the shower to join you. You were already under the stream of water, letting yourself get drenched as he watched, taking in the sight of you. “Hey, make some room for me,” He said, prompting you to switch places with him so he could stand under the shower head instead.

You watched as the water tumbled over him, choosing a single droplet to follow with your eyes as it trailed over his shoulder to his chest before dropping lower and over the firmness of his abs. Your eyes dared to drop even lower, taking in the glorious sight that was a naked and wet Dante. Breaking your stare, you looked up again, this time letting your eyes rest on his face. He had slicked his wet hair back, revealing so much of his face that you found it hard to look away.

It was seemingly impossible for you to play it cool, and Dante knew it too as he looked at you looking at him. “What, do I have something on my face?” He asked as his hand rose to his face before rubbing at it hard, playfully like he was daring you to say something.

“How’s the water feel?” You asked instead. “Temperature alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Dante nodded, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “In fact, why don’t you feel for yourself?” He started to pull you closer to him, and you let him. “Plenty of room for the both of us under here.”

There was, in fact, not plenty of room but who were you to deny him a chance to get closer to you? So instead, you shuffled closer, your chest against his own as you both tried to stand under the water together. The heat from his body so close to your own sparked something insatiable inside of you, and you were unable to resist the urge to throw your arms around his neck and usher him to lean down so you could kiss him hard. You were quick to part your lips and beckon his tongue into your mouth, and you were pleased when Dante followed your lead. The kiss quickly grew intense, the two of you moving your heads together so that it could deepen further, and you were glad you had Dante to hold on to as you stood on the slippery tub below.

Dante’s hand’s gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush to his own body so that you could feel his rock hard cock as it pressed against your own body. One of your arms unraveled from around his neck and slid between your bodies, moving downwards until you were able to wrap your fingers tightly around his dick. Dante moaned into your mouth as you did so, a sound closer to a whimper than an actual groan as his hips bucked once against your hand. A sense of pride swelled in you at the noise, and you had to fight the urge to scoff in a teasing manner, instead opting to begin pumping your fist up and down the length of his cock. You kept kissing as you did so, relishing the way Dante’s lips were going slack against your own, no doubt he was struggling to keep up with however good you were putting as much effort into as you could.

You kept jerking your fist along him, enjoying the way you could actually physically feel him getting harder in your grasp. His hips were moving along with your own movements now, bucking slightly as he got carried away with the pleasure. Your fist tightened, narrowing even more so when you’d get back up to the spongy head of his cock as you twisted your wrist, moving his foreskin along with you. Dante’s moans were escaping the confines of your kiss now, his hips still thrusting into your fist, but in a way that told you he was getting closer to orgasm.

Then, as quickly as it started, you pulled your hand away, watching out of the corner of your eye as his cock sprung from the motion, flopping upwards towards his abs from how rigidly hard he was. With a smug smile, you turned around, flexing your back towards the man as you spoke, “Will you wash my back for me, please?”

For once, it seemed like Dante was stunned into silence. However that was short lived, as he quickly regained the ability to speak, “You little tease,” his tone was surprised, and there was no malice in it, just pure amusement. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Working me up like that to take it all away.”

You said nothing, opting instead to simply lean forward and rest the palms of your hands against the cool bathroom tile in front of you, arching your back so that the cushion of your behind pressed against the heated, firmness of Dante’s cock. Shifting your hips from side to side slightly, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Dante sigh at even the slightest sensation you were providing him. You turned to look over your shoulder, flashing that coy smile at Dante before you spoke, “And what are you going to do about it, hmm?”

There was a flash of wild impatience in Dante’s eyes that almost made you wonder if you made a mistake by teasing him like you were having so much fun in doing. “Oh, babe,” He shook his head wistfully, putting on a show like you were gonna regret your actions. “You have no idea what’s in store for you.” With those words, his hand moved to your backside, squeezing the meat of one ass cheek before pulling it apart from the other. He held you open like that while his other hand dipped lower, pressing inside your pussy with one fluid motion. The unexpected action made you gasp, your back arching further as your feet spread further apart to grant you more stability in the slippery environment that was your shower.

Dante’s finger pumped in and out of you, building up a wetness that was so ample it was surely not going to be washed away by the shower stream still cascading off you both. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of you and instead replaced it with the head of his cock. He didn’t push inside of you yet, instead you could just feel the tip of his dick slide against your slit, spreading both his precum and your own fluids against you both.

“Dante,” You whined, dragging out the last syllable of his name in impatience. The acoustics of your tiny bathroom only served to make the call of his name bounce off the walls. You looked over your shoulder at him once more, arching your back further as you tried to entice him into giving you what you wanted.

He chuckled, his voice thick with amusement, “I just love how you say my name, babe.”

And with that, he finally began to feed his cock into you, the slight stretch burning as you both underestimated the way the water would wash away any natural lubricant. However, that didn’t stop either of you, and Dante continued to press inside of you until he was sheathed all the way inside, his hips flushed against your ass. He paused, and both of you collected your baring as you felt yourself clench and release him uncontrollably. You felt his thumb rub a circle onto the skin of your butt cheek, like he was trying to soothe any discomfort he was causing you away. The two of you were breathing in unison, ragged breaths that were getting increasingly harder to take the more the bathroom steamed up.

“Dante,” You whined again, “Move.”

The sound of Dante chuckling hit your ears once more, and you had half a mind to complain that he wasn’t doing things fast enough to your liking before he began to pull out out you, keeping only his tip kissing your folds before thrusting all the way in again. He began a startling pace, something that had you near squirming as you stood, your eyes fluttering shut as moans were mangled in your throat. His hips almost hurt as they banged into the plush of your ass with enough force that you were positive you’d bruise from this. Your fingers scrambled against the wet bathroom tile of the wall in front of you, searching desperately for something to hold on to, to support you during this, but coming up empty handed. It was was like all you could do was stand as firmly on the ground as you could and take it- not like you were complaining though, if anything you were glad you were able to work him up as much as you did. The outcome was always worth it.

Dante continued to thrust into you, his hand resting on your lower back before pressing down, guiding you to arching further for him. The slight change in angle had his cock driving even deeper in you than before, going so deep that it felt like it was battering your cervix in the process. You could hear the sound of Dante’s harsh breathing over the noise of the water, singling that he was closer to his end than you thought. It all felt so good- the relief of the muted shower water fighting off the summer heat combined with the way that each time Dante bottomed out inside of you sent stars behind your eyelids.

Moving around, you released one of your hands from where it supported you against the wall, and snaked it downwards your body to rub circles onto your clit. The added stimulation sent a liquid heat, something white hot, through your veins, bringing you even closer to the cliff you were about to plunge over. Dante seemed to be close behind you, as his hips continued battering into your own, losing any rhythm as he lost himself in the throes of pleasure your body brought. Your hand sped up, forgoing any finesse you once employed on your clit as you tried so desperately to reach your second orgasm of the day.

Unexpectedly, Dante’s hand that wasn’t holding steadfast to your hip curled around your torso, pulling you back to standing upright and straight with your back nestled against his chest. His hand moved upwards towards your face, and his fingers held your jaw, one lone, long finger dipping into your mouth. You bit it, trying with all of your might to use it as a warning message to him that you were so, so close. The change in position, and the certain degree of intimacy it brought with it, was the final element you needed to reach your end. With a loud cry, you bit down harder on his finger and reached your climax- and hard, as a wave of relief washed over you so hard that you were sure if Dante wasn’t holding you upright, you’d topple over.

Dante followed your lead, toppling into his own orgasm and his hips pushed against your ass so hard that it hurt, his cock burrowing as deep into you as he possibly could. He burrowed his face into the top of your head, using your hair as a means to muffle his own groan of pleasure. You could feel his hips jolt slightly as each spurt of his cum made its way inside of you. After what felt like an eternity, he began to release you, first sliding his hand away from your face before guiding his cock out of you. He held you close to him still, and you could feel the fact that he was still hard pressing against you.

Another moment passed before either of you spoke. “I can wash you off now, babe,” Dante said as he pressed a sweet kiss to the edge of your face.

Smiling, you turned around to look at him face on, enjoying the slightly pink flush to his face. “Okay, sure,” you nodded as you reached beyond him to the stainless steel shower shelf hanging off the shower head to grab a bar of soap, which you then handed it to him.

Dante lathered it up in his hands, creating a solid amount of soap bubbles before reaching out and grabbing your tits and massaging them. Clearly, he had another thing in mind before you both actually got clean. His hands squeezed the tissue of your breast, making you gasp as you watched the look of aroused concentration on his face. His fingers zeroed in on your nipple, pinching the tender area between his thumb and index finger, making your back arch into the sensation. A beginning stir of renewed interest started brewing in your stomach, and while you were tired now, you certainly weren’t going to deny Dante’s thinly veiled attempt in starting up another round.

Good thing your water bill was included in your apartment’s monthly rent.

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Jeffery woods is the winner

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kittywithkatnip · 14 days ago

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#jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta

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kittywithkatnip · 28 days ago

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Source: HELLSING ヘルシング

by Kouta Hirano

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Baby You're a Star Masterlist // Pornstar Satoru headcanons

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream.

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru, explicit sexual content, angst - WC 32k 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 Playlist -Ao3 link-Headcanons below!

Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.

Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.

Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.

Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.

Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.

Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'

Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'

Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.

Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.

Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'

Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'

Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.

Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'

Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'

Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.

Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?

Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.

Your name.

hehe it'll be a FULL FIC not a drabble/oneshot - link above

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Seeing alucards 1st face

Warning: nsfw, fingering, biting

His face wasnt as ridget and sharp as before. His smile wasn't in its usual snarl. His eyes were . . . Loving? Soft? He had facial hair, a van dyke you guessed. His hair was no longer straight but wavy, still long. For once in your life you were stunned silent. He was already handsome before, but now he was beautiful. Truly beautiful. He had on armer and with each movement there was a clunking noise. He just . . . He changed right in front of you. He had a devious smirk on his face before changing. Alucard stepped forward bracing you in a gentle kiss. His facial hair tickled you as you moved to taste more of him. His muscular hand creeping up the inside of your robe. You feel him softly coures your hip. Your arms wrapped around him as heat hit your face. Heat swelled in your core. You wondered how different he would be, would he like the same things he liked before? Your body grinded against his, you could feel something but you weren't sure if it was him or his armer. It was getting harder to breathe so you leaned back, deciding to see what his reaction would be to something the new Alucard would like. Slowly you revealed draped the robe in a way that the left side of your neck and shoulder were revealed. Flashing him part of your breast. The way he looked down your neck, a small smile forming at his lips. Usually if you offered he would be all over you within a matter of a second. Hed feed off of you and leave hickies all over you, making sure he satisfied himself as well. This time he took off his armer and say you on his lap. You straddled him as he kissed you again. This time with a hunger, his middle finger slid against your clit. “Mm,” you hummed as Alucard moved his mouth down to your neck. You tilted your head giving him ample amount of space. He kissed and nibbled until he finally heard you moan. You felt his finger slip into you, your walls practically sucking on his finger. While you were distracted he sank his fangs into your vein. You tried staying still as a jolt ran through you. Before he would gulp down as much as he could but this time he stopped on you like a fine wine. His finger skillfully plunged in and out of you. Your moans filled the room as he stuck another finger inside of you. Without thinking you held on to him, feeling your breath quicken. Swifly his fingers scissored you, making you scream for him. He was enjoying taking his time with you. Your heart raced as your walls pulsed around him. You were getting close, he knew it. Alucard pumped his fingers, your head swirled as your breath finally was taken from you. No words could come out as you felt the water break from in your. The fog slowly lifted but he was just getting started. You felt himline himself up with you.

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Bound By Fear

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x female! reader

a/n: : my reply to comments have been broken and now I just fixed it!

summary: When a cruel enemy forces you and Luffy to fight each other against your will, you both battle through heartbreak, pain, and fear — until love and trust win in the end.

wc: 850

contains: angst turned into fluff, mind control, forced combat, devastating confessions, desperate trust.

It was supposed to be a quick raid.

In and out. Information stolen. Enemy retreating.

But this wasn’t just any enemy. This one had a Devil Fruit that didn’t attack your body — it twisted your mind. Took control. Turned allies against each other like puppets.

You didn’t even realize it happened.

One moment, you were standing at Luffy’s side, heart hammering from adrenaline, his warm hand brushing against yours.

The next?

Your body jerked.

Unfamiliar.

Wrong.

And then Luffy’s voice — sharp, confused.

“(Y/N)…? What’re you—? Wait, my body—!”

You both took a step toward each other.

And then another.

But this time your fists clenched. You couldn’t stop it.

“Stop it,” Luffy growled at the enemy, eyes going wide. “Stop it now!”

The enemy only smirked, hands glowing with a sickly violet light. “You’re both strong. Let’s see how much you really love each other when you’re forced to fight.”

“No—no—NO!” you shouted, but your arm raised anyway, slamming forward.

Luffy barely dodged.

“I’m not doing this!” he shouted, struggling against his own movements. “I won’t hit you—I won’t!”

You were crying already.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t want to—!” Your voice broke as your leg swung at him, landing a kick to his ribs. He stumbled back, grimacing.

“Luffy—!” you screamed.

He was trying to hold himself back, but you could see it — the tremble in his jaw, the way his hands shook every time they curled into fists against his will.

“Stop hurting her!” he yelled at the enemy, voice raw. “She’s not your toy! LET HER GO!”

The enemy laughed.

“Try begging louder.”

And then your fist flew again.

Luffy didn’t block this time. He took the hit.

His face jerked to the side, lip split open, and his wide eyes locked with yours — not with pain. Not with anger.

With guilt.

With heartbreak.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

And then his fist moved.

You didn’t even have time to react before it landed in your stomach, full force. You crumpled forward, gasping.

You couldn’t breathe.

Tears spilled freely now as you clutched your side, trying to stay up. “Luffy… please… stop…”

“I can’t—I’m trying—I swear I’m trying—” he shouted back, voice cracking. “I don’t want to hurt you—I love you!”

And then the enemy gave one final, horrible command.

“Pick up the sword,” they said. “And end him.”

Your fingers moved.

You screamed — not out loud, but inside. Fighting your own limbs, your own instincts, every step dragging toward the blade at your feet.

“No… no no no—”

Luffy’s eyes widened as you picked it up.

“(Y/N)…”

Your whole body trembled as you pointed the sword at him, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to do this,” you sobbed. “Please, Luffy, run—just run—!”

Luffy was scared.

For once, really scared.

Not of you. But of losing you — to this. To whatever came next.

He took a step toward you, even as you raised the blade higher.

“Don’t come closer!” you begged. “I can’t stop myself—please—”

But Luffy just stood there. Hands open. Bloody. Bruised. Chest heaving.

“If you’re gonna kill me…” he said softly, “at least let me hold you first.”

You were sobbing so hard you couldn’t even see.

And then—

BOOM.

The wall behind the enemy exploded in a blast of orange fire and wind.

“Sorry we’re late,” Sanji snarled, already mid-air with a burning kick aimed at the enemy’s head.

Zoro followed in a blur of steel, Robin’s hands burst from the floor to grab the enemy’s legs, Nami’s lightning already crackling.

Within seconds — it was over.

The glow vanished. Your sword dropped to the ground.

And Luffy caught you before you hit the floor.

He held you so tight you could barely breathe, both of you shaking — arms tangled around each other like you needed to feel that it was over. That you were real. Still here.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed into his chest.

“Don’t,” he whispered, pressing his face into your hair. “You didn’t do anything. I’m the one who hit you. I—”

“We were controlled,” you said. “It wasn’t you. It wasn’t me.”

He still held you like you might disappear again.

“I never want to feel that again,” he said, voice hoarse. “That fear. Of you turning against me. Of me hurting you.”

“You didn’t,” you whispered. “You saved me.”

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kittywithkatnip · 2 months ago

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Idk about most people but it pisses me off when people sexualize my name. Idk

#names #uhhhh

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kittywithkatnip · 2 months ago

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ticci toby nsfw warnings : 18+ mdni, smut, softish!dom toby :3

wc : 2149

you didn't think it'd get this far.

toby's, on his knees, torturing you with his tongue, mumbling on about how good you taste—how he can't get enough.

his mouth is relentless. blissful, addicting, torture. pressing kisses to your throbbing bud before sucking on it without a second thought, causing you to see stars, toes curling into the soft foam of the mattress.

"s-so good... can’t b-believe you’re al-alll… mine. you’re mine." he's in awe.

how can someone taste so delicious?

your fingers are tangled in his hair—whether you're grounding yourself or just giving him what he wants, you’re not even sure anymore. but he doesn’t stop. If anything, your reaction only makes him hungrier, giving him just the perfect amount of encouragement to continue at the pace he was at.

just an hour ago, you were teasing him. a little tilt of your head, your shirt slipping low over your shoulder, your tone playful. you caught him staring—obsessed with your neck, the curve of your stomach, the sound of your laugh. you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

you just didn't know how badly he needed you.

it's all but too late now, not realizing that this was less of a crush and more of a craving.

now, your hand is pressed over your mouth, muffling the sounds spilling out of you as you try to catch your breath. it’s already been so long—he’s been at it for what feels like forever. and he’s so mean about it. unrelenting. knowing. you’ve already come apart once, trembling in his grip, and you didn’t think you had it in youto come again so soon.

but he did. of course he knew. you're his girl, he knew you almost better than you knew yourself.

his fingers trail up against your wet folds, lightly, like he's reminding you just how sensitive you are. there's barely any contact, but it's enough to pull a whine from your throat, your free hand finding his brown locks and yanking, desperate for some sort of relief.

"i k-know baby," he coos softly against you, "come f’me pretty... doin’ so good."

your breath catches, body going completely tense, but he doesn't stop. his tongue rides you through your climax as you tremble, hips lifting off of the bed as you cry out to him incoherently.

“o-oh my god, my god, toby—” your voice breaks around his name, ragged and raw, and he thrives off it. drinks it down like it’s the only thing that matters. he’s so proud of himself, so shamelessly proud of the mess you’re unraveling into beneath him. every cry, every tremble, every shattered breath—it’s his favorite masterpiece in motion.

his tongue doesn’t stop, not even for a second. he laps up every bit of your wetness with dizzy, desperate greed, like he needs it. like he’s starving. like the taste of you is the only thing tethering him to reality. and it still isn’t enough. he wants to see you come for him again. no—he has to. there’s a look in his eyes, wild and wrecked, like your pleasure is the only thing worth chasing.

his fingers sink into your thighs, hard enough to bruise, pinning you open like he’s claiming territory. there’ll be marks tomorrow—deep, dark, and so heartbreakingly beautiful. his marks. his proof. but tomorrow’s a problem for later. right now, all that exists is him and the way he’s making you fall apart.

fresh, fat tears slide down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as you try to come down from the high. this wasn't just overstimulation, it was pure, unfiltered torture. you didn't know whether you wanted to continue or for this to finally be the end.

toby finally pulls away, lips glistening as he presses one last slow, wet kiss to your swollen, sodden pussy.

your head is spinning, body limp and scattered, limbs sprawled out in every direction like you’ve forgotten how to function. your skin’s flushed, your thighs still twitching, and he just watches you.

you’ve never seen him look so content. you’ve never felt so undone.

“i th-think you’re re-ready for me, baby.” his voice is breathy, rough with restraint, like he’s barely holding himself back.

a shiver rips through your spine. you shake your head softly, a weak little movement, and try to shift away—just a few inches, just enough to say not yet without needing words. you wanted him, god, you needed him. but your body was still ringing, trembling, aching for a moment to breathe.

he moves anyway.

the bed dips and groans under his weight, knees pressing into the mattress as he climbs on top of you. his hands catch your wrists before you can react, pinning them above your head in one swift motion.

"tsk, tsk." he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly like you've misbehaved.

"y-you can take it," he whispers, almost gentle. "i know y-you can."

your tears haven’t stopped. they streak down your cheeks in slow, salty trails, your legs weak and trembling, muscles twitching from the overstimulation. your chest rises in shallow, broken gasps, and your resolve—whatever was left of it—is hanging by a thread.

as much as he hated to see you cry, you looked so heavenly. his cock was throbbing, almost painfully, as you slowly begin to nod your head.

that was all the go he needed.

he leans down, close enough that his breath brushes against your lips. his eyes are dark. warm. starved.

"you r-ready?"

if you were honest with him, you’d ask for just a few more seconds, just long enough to quiet the hammering of your heart, to catch your breath as all the leftover heat and emotion flooded your veins.

but instead, you lean in, closing the gap between you, kissing him messily. you suck on his bottom lip, biting it with a teasing little tug. this was your way of confirming you were ready without having to say it.

your stomach ached—and not from nerves. your body craved him. every inch of you felt like it was burning alive, and wherever his fingers brushed against your skin, it only stoked the fire higher. how could he be so intoxicating when he got like this?

he was already at your entrance, using his hands and his lips to keep you grounded—trying to ease you in so it wouldn’t be too much, too fast. but there’s only so much restraint he can manage when you’re laying beneath him like that—wide eyes, swollen pink lips, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world worth begging for.

as much as he wanted to slam into you, he decides he can save that for another time. right now, he wants to watch you fall apart again. wants to watch you shake and cry and beg just because it feels that good. because he feels that good. he spreads you open slowly, one of his fingers slipping down to rub soothing circles over your clit, gentle and steady.

a soft cry escapes your lips. god, no matter how many times you do this, you never get used to him. he locks eyes with you, lets out a quiet shush, and pushes himself fully inside, groaning at how perfectly you take him.

"such a g-good girl," he breathes, fingers working faster now to bring you more pleasure, circling around your puffy clit while his hips begin to move. he groans low in his throat when you tighten around him. he looks so beautiful like this—sweat beading on his brow, jaw clenched, eyes focused only on you. you. you. you. all his.

he pulls you into another kiss, tongue pressing deep into your mouth like he’s desperate for every last taste. you’re both a moaning mess, soaked in heat and sweat and the kind of pleasure that makes time blur. his hand slips from your clit and grabs your hips, keeping you steady as he starts to fuck into you harder.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were putty in his hands. every movement he makes, every shift of his hips, just melts you more. you should be embarrassed by how easy it is for him to bend you to his will, to make you feel so completely undone... but the only thing you're feeling is the rush of his touch, and the way it burns through you like wildfire.

his other hand roams everywhere, tugging at your body, pulling you closer, deeper. there’s no resisting him—not when he makes you feel like this.

"ff-fuck, fuck," his mouth is grazing your own. he nips at your bottom lip, no doubt busting it. you wince at the suddenness of it, iron flooding your senses. he didn't usually allow himself to hurt you, but... there's something about the way you're looking at him right now. the way your eyes were glossed over, mouth open and agape as you shudder with his every thrust.

"y-you're m-mine." he growls out. "say it."

"toooby, toby, please," you mewl, scratching at his arms, mumbling countless more pleas—what for, and why? well, you weren’t sure. you just kept stumbling them out, over and over. it was like a symphony to toby’s ears.

his calloused hands slide up your sides, sending goosebumps skittering across your skin with every teasing stroke of his long fingers. "p-please, what?" he teases, his voice low and playful.

you feel yourself getting closer, the rush hitting faster than before. "i-i’m yours, toby, please..." you whine, tears starting to blur your vision. his fingers trace your chest, moving slowly toward your hard nipple. when he finally grazes it with the tip of his thumb, it's a teasing, soft touch that sends shivers through your body.

his fingers hover over your nipple, teasing, before they pinch, pulling gently in the softest of movements. the sensation sends a jolt through your body, making you gasp.

it’s his turn now, to groan softly in your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he moves with you. you feel him start to lose control, a shudder running through his body, and the shift in his rhythm makes your heart race.

he’s unraveling, piece by piece, and you can feel it in every movement he makes. the way his body trembles, the way his hand grips you tighter—it’s like he’s fighting to hold on, even as he’s coming undone inside you. the sound he makes as he lets go, all raw and desperate, sends a jolt through you, like a thousand butterflies fluttering in your chest.

the tightness in your core gets stronger with his every movement. your breath stutters, chest rising and falling quickly as you try to hold on, but it’s so hard. you feel yourself slipping, like the edges of everything are blurring, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep it together.

his hand finds yours, fingers interlacing with yours in that way that makes everything feel real again. the pressure in your stomach intensifies, and you’re so close now, so close to falling apart. he slows his movements, feeling the way you tense, the way your body is on the edge. you almost don’t want it to end, but you can’t stop it.

“let go,” he whispers in your ear, his voice rough, and that’s all it takes. your body gives in, a soft cry escaping your lips as everything shatters at once. you’re shaking, your hands gripping his as you ride out the waves of sensation crashing through you. you feel him still, his presence grounding you even as you tremble beneath him.

he doesn’t pull away yet. instead, his touch becomes gentle, guiding you through it, steadying you. his thumb traces over your hand, his breath warm against your skin as he stays with you, helping you ride out your high.

you’re both heaving deep, heavy breaths, still tangled together. he’s inside you, keeping his seed and yours in place, and if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d probably let out a little laugh at how ridiculous he was. "baby?" he hums in response, voice thick with exhaustion, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "we need to shower…"

his head perks up, eyes suddenly alight with something mischievous. oh no. he pulls out, and you can’t stop the moan that slips from your lips, the sudden emptiness making you feel a strange mix of longing and satisfaction.

"y-you’re right." strong arms slide under your knees and back in a practiced motion, lifting you effortlessly off the bed.

your face heats up in an instant. well, this was definitely not going to end in a shower, was it?

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kittywithkatnip · 3 months ago

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Aizawa x Fem!reader

3.3k w/c. warnings: fem!reader, mention of open relationship (not reader), PIV no protection, creampie, drinking, alcohol and bar stuff (never drank and im not 21 yet), tell me if i forgot stuff, MDNI 18+

NOT EDITED OKAY IM SORRY, banners accredited to @/kafekitsune and thank you to @/mintmatcha for giving me the inspiration for aizawa. enjoy y'all

Water splashes against your boots and droplets adorn your hair. You love the rain—from the comfort of your apartment, not when it’s messing up the coat you just had dry cleaned.

Maybe it’s worth it, especially when you bump into a beautiful stranger.

You don’t know who bumped into who but the way these dark, tired eyes bore into yours has you furrowing your brows involuntarily. You’ve never had the prettiest expressions. You try to soften your features, but you fail horribly, it only worsens the natural scowl on your face.

“I’m sorry,” The man's hand reaches out to touch your shoulder, and you can tell that he genuinely means what he says. “I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

You shake your head, to anyone else it would look like a twitch with how stiff you are right now. Your stomach sloshes and you can’t tell if it's because you’re going to be sick or if you’re getting shy from this guy’s voice.

Yeah, you don’t believe in love at first sight. It’s always been something of a fairy tale, nothing to be taken seriously. How can you love someone you just met?

…This handsome stranger is making you contemplate everything you thought you've ever known.

You’re lost in thought before you realize that you hadn’t responded to what he said and you feel your cheeks heat up at the realization.

A breath escapes your lips. “No, jeez, I don’t think I was paying attention to anything but the rain.” You laugh. It’s more awkward than sincere. “I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

“What makes you think you’re bothering me?” His hand is still on your shoulder.

His words make your stomach tighten and you’re painfully aware of the way his fingers flex around your shoulder blade. You fight the sudden urge to defend yourself irrationally.

“Clearly you have someplace to be, or else you wouldn’t be walking in this weather.” You reply cooly. The tone of your words shocks you as they leave your lips.

He smiles. It’s barely noticeable, just a small curl of his lip. He feels so familiar but you know for a fact you’ve never met him before.

“I’m Shouta.”

You give him your name and now you’re both smiling.

You can feel the way your cheeks hurt as you gaze at him. He’s trying to memorize your face and you his. Your eyes scan the way the rain makes his hair damp and stick to his forehead. The soft glisten on the tip of his nose. The droplets that hang on his lashes, heavy and drooping.

“Let me buy you a coffee, there’s a cafe right up the street.”

You pretend to not notice the way he makes the excuse to keep you around. But it doesn’t bother you, you’d much rather be with company than home right now anyway.

“I’d like that."

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You exchanged numbers at the coffee shop but it’s been three days since you’ve spoken.

He has your number, and you his. And realistically you could give him a call but you can’t help but think that if he wanted to talk to you he would.

As you sit at your desk, your fingers hovering over the keys of your laptop, your mind drifts back to that interaction over lattes. How his hands engulfed the mug, how they tore open the small packets of sugar.

Your mouth starts to water and you aren’t sure if it's because of the memory of the sandwich he ordered you, or the tempting way his lips pressed to the rim of his mug.

You shouldn’t feel this way about a man you just met, but he’s just so entrancing. So captivating.

Your fingers hover over the ‘S’ key, and your eyes are caught by the swaying leaves of the tree outside your window. It’s been windy since your date. If you can even call it a date. It was technically more of a meeting.

You’re not left much time to dwell on the specifics before your phone starts to ring from its place on your mattress. The moment you stand you knock into your desk, then the bedpost, almost slipping on the laundry on the floor before picking up the phone with a breathless ‘hello.’

It’s Shouta on the other line, his deep voice filling your ears. You smile as he greets you with your name.

“Yes, that’s me. Hi Shouta.” You say, trying to come off as flirty and failing horribly. Your voice sounds tired and drawn out.

He lets out a low chuckle. “I’m sorry for not calling sooner, I’ve had a hectic time at work. I was planning on calling you as soon as I got things sorted.”

The idea of him thinking about you makes your fingers twitch around the phone, and you chew the hollow of your cheek in thought. “No, I understand. You mentioned that- your job is like that. It's okay,” God, could you sound more pathetic? You haven’t even gone on two dates and you already sound like an overcompensating, pushover girlfriend. You’re already rolling your eyes over yourself.

“If it isn’t too much to ask, would you be willing to go out tonight?” He asks, and his voice has a soft shake to it, almost like he’s nervous to ask.

Your cheeks warm and you sit on the edge of your bed, fingers playing with the fabric of your comforter. “I can check to see if I’m available.” You hum into the receiver. “What time were you thinking?” Realistically, you know you have no plans, but you still reach for your calendar.

There’s a pause, and it almost sounds like he’s scrambling for something on his end before there’s a response. “Does seven work? I can send you the address.”

“Seven’s fine. I’ll see you, bye Shouta.” You smile and you hope it sounds like that in your voice.

“See you then,” He responds, your name fluttering through the receiver and into your ears. The way he says it has your stomach clenching in a way no one else has ever made you feel.

This is probably the first time you’ve felt excited to go out on a Friday night in years.

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“You know, it’s good that you’re getting back into the dating scene. Maybe you’ll want to go out with me and ‘muri more.” Hizashi calls out to Shouta from his spot on the dark-haired man's couch. He earns a dreadful groan in response that only makes him smile.

Shouta walks back into the room holding two different white button-downs. His face is emotionless as he holds them up expectantly. “I don’t want to go out with you and Nemuri, the only things you do are drink and flirt with strangers.”

The blond man gasps, his hand thrown in his chest in faux exasperation. “We do more than drink and flirt.” He furrows his brows before he looks between the garments. “The one on the left, the other one looks too formal.”

“You don’t think formal would impress her?” To an outsider, his question seemed cool and casual, but to someone like Hizashi, who’s known Aizawa for most of his adult life, he could tell his buddy was apprehensive.

“Well, I never met the girl so I wouldn’t know. And it’s just a bar, you’ll probably drink and she’ll come back to your apartment if you know what I mean. No point in wearing a nice shirt if she’ll just take it off.” Mic’s brows wiggle and he swings his legs so he can rest his feet on the wooden coffee table in the center of the room.

Aizawa scoffs and shakes his head. “I’m not looking for a hookup, I’m not a serial dater like you.”

“Hey! Look where I’m at now,” He pouts, waving his ring finger at Shouta, the thick gold band catching in the low light of the apartment. “You know you want some of that action.” he’s teasing. Yet Shouta can’t help but agree.

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The bar is quieter than you expected.

Living in this city for the past three years, you thought you knew most (if not all) of the hidden gems near your apartment. Shouta seems to like proving your subconscious wrong.

You’re quick to order a drink before you even take your seat, skin itching with the need to get some sort of relaxation. Your heart is beating so loud you can barely hear yourself think.

The fresh drink in your hand does little to ease your nerves, the amber liquid staring up at you as you contemplate leaving. It’s 7:01.

A hand is on your back at 7:02 but you already know who it is.

“You look great,” he says, you can’t help to notice his crisp white button-down, freshly steamed.

“I could say the same about you.” You reply with a smile, popping the cherry from your drink in your mouth. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance down at your lips. It gives you a rush.

Shouta raises his hand to the back of his neck, his fingers raking through the locks grazing his nape.

The sight makes you take a gulp from your drink that's larger than intended. The taste makes your head spin but you need it now more than ever.

Your date takes his seat on the stool next to yours, he’s ordering a drink but you’re too busy reeling to pay attention.

The spice sits on your tongue and it gives you the courage to put a hand on his knee, your body is twisting, and you’re leaning into him and craning your head to get a better look at him in the dim light of the bar.

“How’d you get this?” You ask through a hum, your other hand coming up to trace the silver mark beneath his eye.

His cheeks pinken, at least that's what you’re telling yourself as he tenses beneath your touch. “It’s dumb.” His brows pinch like he’s trying to read you. You act differently on whiskey.

You smile, taking another sip from your glass as you meet his eyes. “I’d like to know.”

He grabs his glass, it’s an old-fashioned. You catch yourself staring a bit too intently as his lips meet the glass.

The alcohol seems to give him the confidence to speak, his hand meets your shoulder and his thumb grazes your collarbone so gently.

“I fell, hit my face on the ground.” He nods as if he’s remembering the moment it happened. “I told you it was stupid.” He grins

You cross your legs and bite back a smile. “I don’t think it's stupid,” you lean up and press your lips to the scar, it's slower than you intended, warm, and shouta can smell the bittersweet scent of your drink.

The hand on your shoulder slinks down to your waist, down down down until his hand is gripping you as if you’d disappear.

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His lips are on yours the moment the door shuts.

His apartment is small, it smells like new books and freshly mowed grass. The scent only spurs you two on.

You can taste the sweet aftertaste of his drink on his tongue, as well as the vibrations that rumble from his throat at the way you pull his hair. The locks are soft in your hands, intertwined between your fingers. He smells like whiskey and pine.

Your lips taste sharp against Shouta’s. You’ve never been with a man who makes as much noise as him, especially just from kissing. Little groans are leaving his lips, and you imagine how they’d feel on other parts of your body.

His hands are everywhere, your waist, your ass, your breasts. He’s kissing you so messily, lips are bitten and raw, filled with want. You bring your hands down to his pants and try to undo the zipper.

Then he’s gone, and he’s going down, down, down, and before you know it, he’s pressing his cheek against your thigh.

“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, “tell me or I’ll stop.”

Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging at the messy bun he adorns. “I want this, I want you,” Your voice is shaky, you’re gasping for air that you already have. Just a few moments of kissing and touching have you desperate for a man that you’ve only met twice.

The thought has you reeling, rushing. You need him.

He hums at your words, and he’s pulling down your pants in one go.

His mouth is on your cunt before you know it, he’s kissing you agonizingly slow and it has you reaching for something to hold on to. There is only one thing there and it’s him.

You bring your knee up to rest your leg on his shoulder, his blunt nails are digging into your thigh, and he’s drooling all over you. You can feel a mixture of slick and drool drip down your thighs. The wetness has you hooking your thigh around his head, pulling him in. It’s suffocating the both of you. All this want and need between two people, two souls, two beings—it's pouring out at this very moment.

“Oh- oh, fuck sho,” Your eyes are rolling back into your skull and you thank god for the way you’re holding your body up through this.

You reach your orgasm from his tongue alone, its curling and twisting your insides in a way that has you screaming. Your mind is so numb that you can hear the blood wooshing in your ears.

His cheeks shine with your slick as he looks up at you, low-lidded eyes scanning each and every feature you have. “You okay?” He asks, more teasing than serious.

“Can we take this to the bedroom?” You breathe out a sultry laugh, or you try to. It comes out more weak than anything.

“Are you sure you have it in you for one more?” he drawls, holding your hips to help himself stand.

His words turn you on more than they need to. It has you tingling deep in your stomach, fluttering as you grab his face and pull him into a deep kiss. Clashing all tongue and teeth.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips.

His cheeks are warm in your hands, you’re stroking them and reeling in the heat of another man's body.

His hands find their place beneath your thighs and you barely have a moment to breathe before he’s picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

The time between the living room and the bedroom feels like forever, the anticipation is barely ceasing with the kisses you give each other. But your back hits the bed before you know it and you can feel the pressing weight of his body as he kisses your neck.

Your hands find his hair and you’re tugging, moaning at the way he marks the soft parts of your neck.

It's funny how his hands grope your chest. You can almost hear a tiny laugh, the huff of his nose, as he molds your breast between your fingers. Your nipples peddle at the contact.

You don’t remember when his pants came off but you can feel the weight of his cock press into your thighs, the same thighs he was between earlier.

“Please, please,” You moan, pulling the dark locks of Shouta’s hair.

You can feel him grin. “Please, what? Use your words.” He hums.

His hand meets your slit and his middle finger trails it with a circle. You can’t believe he’s making you say it.

“Just fuck me already.” You mewl and tighten your thighs around his hand.

He’s off of you in the instant. Large hands engulf your thighs and spread them open, so wide you feel like your legs might rip off.

The weight of his cock makes you gasp as his tip presses against your slit. You both are staring at each other as he waits for your approval. You nod, staring at the space between you.

He pushes in slowly, the stretch makes you throw your head back and bite your lips. You try to contain the noises but just let out a low, long whimper.

There's heavy breathing between the two of you for what feels like forever. In the moongleam, he looks like an angel, with rosy cheeks and damp skin. He’s soft beneath your touch.

It doesn't take him long before he's thrusting. There's a soft slap of skin every few seconds that mingles with the creaking of the bed.

Your hands find his chest then move up to his shoulders, you’re holding him like he is your life support. It's surprisingly soft for the most desperate sex of your life.

Your lips meet and there's the soft moans and grunts between you two. There are no words but your presence means more, you can feel the want without having to say it.

You start to get louder, and louder, and louder. His hand is on your breast then stalking lower to your stomach, then between your legs. And it's hot.

His fingers brush your clit, delicate but it sends you crashing, hitting your second orgasm of the night.

Your back is arching off the bed and all the air leaves your lungs. You see white behind your eyes, like stars flashing in your peripheral.

You feel him finish inside you with a soft grunt before he collapses on your chest. And you stare into each other's eyes as you embrace. It's the subtle art of trying to memorize the other’s features, and you both stay that way until you fall asleep.

By the time morning comes you’re up first by the gleam of the rising sun in your eyes. Shouta’s laid beside you on his stomach, his hand on your waist.

You hope he’s a heavy sleeper and roll out from under him. Your feet hit the carpet and you start to gather your things. Your heart pangs with guilt.

You’re gone before he wakes.

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It's raining again.

Maybe it's a sign? It’s been six days since your date with Shouta and you refuse to call him.

You’ve been thinking about it for days, fucks sake you’re thinking about it right now as you walk down the pavement. You think the rain will remind you of shouta for the rest of your life.

The rain started your love story, even if it was short. The dark and grogginess, how it always makes you lethargic. It pangs in the name of Shouta Aizawa.

You check the time on your watch and by the time you look up, you’re already at the crosswalk.

A familiar dark-haired man is standing across the street.

You have half a mind to turn and walk away, maybe go grab a bite to eat and wait out the rain.

Green lights flash and your feet are moving before you can think. You look down to see shouta’s doing the same and you start to walk faster.

His hands engulf your face when you meet, his lips smashing into yours and you let him.

It tastes like mint and coffee grounds, it smells like earth and fresh rain, and it feels like home.

Forever your lips touch, moving together like matching puzzle pieces. You feel complete.

It takes a moment for you to pull away, and you’re staring at each other with rosy, kiss-swollen lips.

“You look cold, you shouldn’t be out in the rain.” He speaks first.

You nod and the ends of your lips curl into a smile. “Neither should you.” Your hand rests on his shoulder, your thumb grazing his collarbone.

“Let me buy you a coffee, there’s a cafe right up this street.” He asks hopefully.

His eyes bore into yours for what feels like forever, you’re so close you can feel the uneasiness in his heartbeat. You know you can’t leave him hanging for much longer.

“I’d like that.”

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