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[mesyakee]

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⌗ ZAYNE

. . . Giving him a reward after working so hard

. . . He didn't learn human anatomy for nothing

. . . I know you know that outfit

⌗ XAVIER

. . . He knows where to spend his energy

. . . Already giving up?

. . . Coming over to your apartment

⌗ RAFAYEL

. . . His pretty plaything

. . . You're his favorite canvas after all

. . . At his service

⌗ SYLUS

. . . He couldn't help himself

. . . Fucking you in the clothes he bought

. . . This is just so him

⌗ CALEB

. . . Size kink. Thats it.

. . . Making the plushies (he won for you) watch

. . . Creampie with him always hits

[ A/N ⨾ lmk if u guys want more 😉 ]

[mesyakee]

౨ৎ satoru was the most unserious man you’d ever slept with, hands down.

he practically scrambled into bed, tugging you with him. his kisses were hot and wet, a little frantic with teeth clashing. you were both too impatient for anything slow.

he fumbled with a condom, then pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before settling between your legs. just when he was about to sink in, he stopped and reached over to flip off the light switch.

“satoru, what are you doing?” you whispered, your eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden darkness. “the last time we did this with no lights, you ended up with that awful bruise, remember?”

“shh, baby.” he silenced you with a finger on your lips, then pointed down to where his tip was pressing against you. “look.”

raising an eyebrow, you shifted a little, following his gaze. “oh, my god,” you said, a touch of disgust in your voice. “why is the condom glowing?”

“because it’s glow-in-the-dark! it was on sale!”

“satoru gojo, is this what you were doing when i sent you to the store? you were supposed to get actual necessities, like… eggs and milk!”

“but these are way cooler,” he whined, a finger lightly brushing against your slick cunt.

your breath hitched. “yeah, if you’re twelve, maybe. i don’t want that inside me. who knows what kind of chemicals are in that thing!”

“but- but it glows!”

“don’t we have any other condoms?”

“nope,” he said sheepishly. suddenly, his eyes sparked. “if you really don’t like these, we could always just go without!” the excitement in his voice was almost unsettling.

you just stared at him. he gave you his best puppy-dog eyes.

sighing, your head falls back onto the pillow. “just… just do it.”

you never stood a chance. and even with your eyes squeezed shut, you could still see the faint, greenish glow.

[mesyakee]

I don’t think I’ve yearned for anyone the way I yearn for Levi Ackerman

[mesyakee]

Lead It Southbound

Pairings - Pornstar! Satoru x F! reader x OF Star! Nanami

Warnings - ridiculously filthy mmkay, cum swallowing (m and f) oral (m and f recieiving) anal, double penetration, a TON of jealousy, possessive as fuck Satoru, yearning and pining Nanami, they're competitive you're their little toy, filming porn, double creampies, porn without plot, they're both so obsessed with you

This is so filthy, an alt universe with reader from Baby You're a Star, with secret Onlyfans star Nanami and Pornstar Satoru. It's not part of the story! But more a WHAT IF situation, where Nanami and Satoru shared you on camera WC- 4.5k

Nanami Kento is gripping your hips, dragging your slick cunt against his face, while Satoru Gojo is kissing your lips, gripping your chin with his slender fingers so tightly, while your cries fill the room and echo, mixing with the squelching of your cunt.

You can't even fathom how you got here

When Nanami’s long tongue flicks up to your clit, you gasp out, whining into Satoru's mouth, tasting the sweetness of his lips, only for him to pull back and pout them then, dilated blue eyes glaring under snowy lashes.

"You better not like that more than my mouth," he huffs, scowling even deeper as Nanami's tongue flicks right on your clit, and he's gripping your chin tighter, all while you're struggling not to scream, already knowing how mad he is. "You don't, do you?"

"Mnh! N-Nanami!" is your weak response, as you can't hear him, body convulsing with Nanami groaning against you, vibrating right on your clit. He's pressing his cock against the mattress, leaking pre while tasting you on his tongue, coating his tastebuds as you grip his sandy blond locks. Nanami's been dreaming of tasting you, so he doesn't miss a single drop from your soppy hole. "Ah!" You cry out again, pretty breasts heaving up and down with your breaths while his tongue dances against your sensitive cunt.

"My turn," Satoru says, glaring down at you again. But Nanami chuckles softly, unmoving, simply slipping a thick digit in your cunt while his sandy blond hair falls over his brow, sweating from the exertion of lapping at you. He raises a thin brow, eyeing Satoru with a devious smirk. Nanami seemed like a gentleman, but he certainly ate pussy like a fiend. "I'll eat her pussy way better than you."

"Huh," Nanami drags his fingers down your waist and hips, pressing kisses up your body. "Doubt that."

Nanami can't help but suck your tiny clit into his mouth again instead of listening, moaning as your cunt gushes down his mouth and even his chin, dripping down his neck as you tug at his hair, and Satoru kisses your lips. "Focus on me," he whispers, and you look up at him, fading in and out, forgetting this is streaming right now. "Off her."

Nanami relents, scowling at Satoru now, yanking you by your chin with his rougher fingers, while Satoru shoves your thighs up, lips glossy as he licks them, salivating at the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide. Kento is kissing you with your sweet arousal all over his tongue, hands drifting to your breasts and twisting a nipple. Satoru slips two long fingers in your cunt then, stretching you out, you feel every ridge of his fingers in your gummy walls when he curls them up and hits just your spot, making you scream out, which earns Nanami's scowl at him.

"My fingers are longer, sorry. Oh, look she loves them." Satoru says with a wicked smirk, curling them again, your cunt drools down his fingers as the pressure hits your tummy, when Nanami wraps a hand around your throat, thumb over your pulse point.

"Mine are thicker, aren't they darling?" Your answer is just a weak whimper, cunt pulsing around Satoru's fingers then, while the two of them scowl at each other but endlessly kiss and bite and suck on your delicate skin.

"She likes mine better, don't you sweets?" Satoru murmurs, while you blink his pretty face into focus, when Satoru laps his long tongue over your slit and hits your twitchy little clit finally, eliciting a loud whine from you that makes Nanami furious.

Satoru and Nanami do not want to share you, even for the camera, even to make bank off it, no they're so greedy, and they both want your pretty pussy to themselves. But for just a moment they work together, Nanami pinching your nipples and gently choking you with a firm grim. Satoru is holding up your hood, long pink tongue slipping into your aching hole. All you can do is grasp at them both, blond hair and silvery locks in your hands, whining out and arching your back as you lose oxygen, making your ears ring.

"That's it darling, make as much noise as you want," Nanami murmurs, while Satoru's stupidly long fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you blind while the insane stream, full of both of their fans, captures it all, captures you cumming and drenching Satoru's pretty face in it.

All their worship, Satoru's desperate and hungry kisses, Nanami's bites and huffs overwhelm you as he releases your throat now, they move you like you're nothing, their little toy to play with, a toy neither wants to share. Satoru is constantly making sure your eyes are on him, constantly biting you to get your attention when it travels to Nanami's hazel gaze.

"I'm fucking her first," Satoru murmurs huskily, while you're on your hands and knees, fingers gripping the soft silk sheets as Satoru grabs your hips, Nanami chuckles then.

"Gonna stretch her out a bit for me?"

"My cock is way bigger, tell him baby," Satoru bends over you, pulling your hair gently, while the ring lights glow against the three of you, casting shadows of you all along the wall, you're about to have a cock in your mouth and your cunt, something you never thought you'd do. But it's heady, addictive, the shit they're talking only making you more eager to please. "How good do I feel?"

"S'good, Satoru..." You whine out, when his tip leaking as he presses into your cunt, smacking your ass and gripping your hips bruising. You know Satoru's cock, you know how full he stuffs you, how good it feels. The camera knows him fucking you, but Nanami's cock makes you swallow nervously as it's revealed, thick and so heavy it just hangs there. "Oh!"

"Don't get so excited, brat." Satoru smacks your ass again, grinning as he watches his handprints, before shoving his cock deep in one stroke, making you scream out, back arching, while Nanami gently strokes your cheek, chuckling deeply.

"Do you want it in your mouth, love?" you nod eagerly, tongue out and mouth wide, earning the precum to leak out of his reddened tip, while Satoru hisses, feeling you clench for him. "Say please, like a good girl-"

"Oh hell no, she won't say please, psh," he pulls your hair, making your face pull back from the thick, veiny cock, while Satoru's long cock strokes deep and hard, bruising your cervix. "She only says that to me, isn't that right?"

"She can be a good girl for me, she wants to be." Nanami cups your face with two hands, tip brushing precum like a gloss, while you're stuffed so full, looking up at him under your lashes. His heart races at how pretty you are, the only thing that would make this better is if Satoru wasn't here.

He gets it, you're his - for now.

Your tongue slips up his tip while Satoru grips both of your wrists behind you, pinning them and arching your back more for a brutal thrust. "Stop talking shit and caressing her Nanami," he whispers, before whining out as he feels your cunt gripping him like a vise. "It's a shoot, don't get too clingy."

Nanami ignores Satoru completely, opening your mouth with his thumb, pressing it down on your tongue, you suck on his thumb, making Nanami even more sensitive, fuck he's thought of this for so long, even the idiot behind you wasn't ruining it. "Go ahead, darling, tell me what you want."

"Let me suck you, please - ow!" You glare back at Satoru as he smacks your ass hard, slap stinging, and he just grins, before Nanami grips you by your throat, sliding his cock inside your hot mouth, groaning when he feels it enwrapping him. "Mmm..."

"That's it, sweet girl, you're so perfect," Nanami murmurs, feeling the bulge in your throat as you suck him down, while Satoru slams hard into your cunt, tugging at your waist tightly, as if to make sure you don't forget you're his, and that this is for a shoot, but Nanami's just staring at you, murmuring a mix of sweetness and filth that has you breathless, along with Satoru's perfect strokes, knowing just how to roll his hips to make you fall apart.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, huh? Be a good girl," Satoru murmurs, reaching up to spread your cheeks, spitting a sticky, bubbly trail from his mouth to your ass, slipping just his thumb in as Nanami shoves his cock deep, gagging you, while you cum so hard you can't thing, drooling out of your mouth and your cunt while the two men begin to lose themselves, moaning as they fuck your holes.

You didn't add getting spitroasted by two of the most popular Onlyfans stars there were to your bucketlist, you also didn't plan on being Nanami Kento's first debut of his actual face either. But here you are, glasses fogged up, wearing nothing but a pretty glittery body chain, that Satoru uses to tug tighter along your body, while you're twitching, a mess between their huge cocks, their hungry gazes and greedy grips.

The stream is going wild, but none of you seem to remember, the competition ever going as Satoru laughs, beads of sweat dripping down his face onto your spine. "I make her cum so good, don't think you could hit that spot, Nanami."

"Oh, you're right, I'll stretch her out more, it's good you warmed her up for me." His mean little smile is met with him pulling his cock out of your mouth with a suctioned pop, while Satoru scoffs, fucking into you harder. The smacks are echoing in the room as he tugs, bringing you to your knees now, while Nanami kisses his own precum off you, messy and sloppy, his hands possessive on your waist. "You want me to stretch your perfect little cunt, don't you darling?"

"She wants more of my cock, don't you sweets?" Satoru turns your face, tongue devouring your mouth, you gasp when Nanami lifts you up and plants you the opposite direction, now facing Satoru, who's kissing you desperate, whining out when you stroke his cock, slick with your arousal and his precum, he's lost in how gorgeous you look like this, covered in marks, tears in your eyes as he gently takes off your glasses for you. "You good baby?"

"Y-yes, just intense," your whisper doesn't go unnoticed by Nanami, who brushes your hair back, slipping a hand down your spine soothingly, as he presses little kisses on your shoulder blades, and Satoru is standing, his pretty, perfect cock bouncing just slightly, while you lap yourself off him. "Mmm, Toru..."

"You sure you're ready for this, baby?" Satoru murmurs softly, snowy lashes lowered, despite them being filthy, and competitive, they're both attentive to you right now.

"I can eat you out again if you're not ready, I could do it all night, love." Nanami's words make you melt, biting your lip as you look back at him, when Satoru turns your face back to face his glossy cock.

"You won't get to all night, Nanami."

"You're so threatened, you good, Gojo?" Nanami and Satoru scowl over you, and you can't help but giggle, shaking your head at them.

"I'm ready for it," your soft answer draws both their attention, and soon Kento's thick cock presses into you, thank god you were prepared from Satoru - who's longer, and just a little thinner, but how Nanami feels burns in the best way, your moan is drowned out by Satoru's cock, as he shoves in deep right with him. Your thighs shake as he inches in slow, letting you adjust, while he groans out behind you, huge hands gripping your hips.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," Nanami can't stop his groan, while Satoru cries out as your tongue hits the base of his cock, fucking your tight throat while Nanami slips in and out of your cunt, slapping his heavy cock on your ass and moaning as he watches the precum decorate your skin, before easing back in, exhaling. "Feel so good, fuck..."

"Doesn't she?" Satoru smiles, lovingly gripping that chain, pressing it up around your throat, the metal digging in while he thrusts his narrow hips, and Nanami bottoms out, making you tremble as you try to take him, his tip pressing into a sore cervix. Your hands cling to Satoru's thighs, looking up at his pretty blue eyes while he wrecks your esophogus, caressing you with his free hand. Nanami thrusts sharply then, balls slapping against you, making your eyes roll back. "Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, watching as you fall apart.

The comments and tips are insane, fans watching Nanami Kento fuck for the first time and with the Satoru Gojo and his favorite co-star, what they don't know is how long and how badly Nanami's wanted you. Craved you, and fuck you're better than he could have pictured, wetter, the snuggest fucking fit for his girth, and when he reaches around to find your clit, bending over you, rough pads of his fingers moving in circles, your tummy clenches. You feel it, an orgasm about to hit hard, while the two men fuck into you, Satoru gripping your face in place while your tongue slips across the ridge of his cock before slipping into your throat.

The stream is a mix of women dying to be you right now, and men dying to be inside of you, a heady mix while Nanami makes you cum all over his cock, squirting down the bed, earning his surprised, pleased groan. Satoru's eyes flutter shut as you do, feeling your throat close on his cock as you're choking on him, muffling all your moans while you soak the sheets with all your cum.

"Look, you're cumming so much, for me aren't you?" Satoru glares again over your body, bent over on all fours for them.

"It's because she loves feeling me down her throat, isn't that right baby?"

You're expected to talk!?

There's no talking as you're dripping down Nanami's cock and fingers, slobbering all over Satoru's length, entire body shaking while your nails press into the pale skin on Satoru's strong thighs, feeling the force of Nanami's thrust.

"God, you're making such a mess, love," Nanami's words are followed by him sucking your juices off his thick digits, easing back and slipping out, you feel so empty for just a moment, until Satoru's flipped it all around, he's letting you kiss and ride Nanami's cock, his hands slipping up your waist, while Satoru is sinking two fingers in your other hole again, stretching you out, while you're riding him, moreso he is holding you up, shoving his cock up inside, skin slapping while Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, lips against your ear, tickling your skin.

"Mine," Satoru murmurs in your ear, sinking those fingers so deep while Nanami slams you down his length, fucking mean up into you while you're gasping for a breath, feeling so full. "All mine, hmm?"

His words are quiet, you're nodding weakly, on another video you two had shared your girl friend, Jenna, and Satoru and her had competed on just who could eat your pussy better - but this competition was beyond what you were comprehending. When Satoru has his fingers curling in your puckered little hole, and it feels so good, rubbing against where Nanami's veiny cock was pressing, feeling their eyes and hands all over your body, now covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Riding cock so perfect, fucking look at you, baby." Satoru urges you on, you're crying out weakly, head falling back against his collar bone, while he sinks his teeth into your neck. Nanami wants your attention, however, thrusting up deep enough to knock your head forward, and your dilated eyes look at him, intoxicated and perfect.

"You're doing so good for me," Nanami whispers, finding your clit as Satoru grips your breasts that bounce gently as you ride Nanami, the sensations of being touched everywhere making you listless and weak, you weren't putting in any movements for the camera, no the two men moved you, up and down, gliding on Nanami's cock, as Satoru presses on your other hole, splitting you apart so good you're trembling trying to take them both.

"God, your ass is so tight, fuck baby," Satoru's whining as he stretches out your tight ass inch by inch, being so careful with you, while you lay forward on Nanami, kissing him again, feeling the pressure of both of them in both your holes, so intense you can barely make any of those sexy moans, just gasping. "You good, sweets?"

"Are you all right, love?" Nanami and Satoru ask at the same time, scowling at each other even now, as you breathlessly whine out, nodding.

"S'good, it's... you're both so big I..."

The stream is losing it collectively at the Double Penetration scene in front of them, getting a view of Satoru stretching your ass inch by inch, while Nanami thrusts up into your cunt, moaning and tugging you back down, kissing you again. You whine out into his lips, just to have your hair pulled, Satoru fucking his long, thick cock further in your ass, so much pressure as their cocks rub between your thin layer separating them, stretching and filling you to the brim. "Ah!"

"Look at me," Satoru kisses you again, cupping your face, sliding out of your ass that's so lubed up with his spit, shoving in deeper until you scream, and he has a devious white grin. "Good girl, got your attention, huh?"

You nod weakly, when Nanami shoves his cock fully in, until you're close to cumming again, while he works your clit in methodical circles, earning your weak, lidded gaze, Nanami can't stop looking at your fucked out face, feeling your cunt soaking and milking him. Only, Satoru needs to look at your face too, to watch your mouth part in that slutty O, when he spits right inside your mouth, murmuring - 'swallow, pretty'

Nanami keeps dragging you down on him, while Satoru yanks you up, both fucking in tandem, Satoru's hands on your waist, Nanami's on your ass, spreading you even wider for Satoru's cock. They're whispering, murmuring, fucking wet and loud, smacks and squelching echoing for the camera, their moans husky - mixed with Satoru's whimpers he can't control.

"God, baby, wanna fill you up here, c-can I?" Gone is notorious Pornstar Satoru, replaced is whiny, needy Satoru, the boyish pout as he begs to cum in you there, you heat up to the touch, flustered and blushing, your hair falling across your face, which he brushes back. You try to find the energy to answer, to speak, while the pleasure is overwhelming and blinding.

"Y-yes, if you want to, Toru," your whisper ends him, he moans, biting your shoulder, tearing the skin and leaving his mark, while Nanami slips a hand up between your breasts, going to choke you only for Satoru's hand to slip around your throat, under your chin, until both of their hands wrap your throat, sucking the last bit of oxygen from your lungs, making you feel fucking high as they both bottom out at once and you're about to fall off the edge.

You weakly cling to Satoru's arms with one hand, the other on Nanami's thick, muscled chest, feeling the strength as the two huge, strong men fuck you and choke you, the chains falling against your skin, scraping softly, leaving marks as you're pressed between them.

"Wanna fill your perfect pussy so full." Nanami's words barely register, but Satoru scowls at him.

"Nuh uh." Nanami scowls back, while they loosen their grip, giving you just a breath before their cocks move out and back in, different timing, in and out, in and out, so fucking good you're shuddering, blinded by pleasure, you can't remember your own fucking name until they're both whispering it.

"Lemme cum inside her, fuck... double creampie - you know f-for the cameras..." now Nanami's voice is desperate, you swear you hear him whimper. Satoru scoffs, slamming his length hard inside you, making you jolt, while he's pulsing, so close he can't take it.

"Baby, only if you push all his cum out after," you nod weakly at Satoru's whisper, and he pulls out his entire length, only to shove it all back in, so deep you feel him everywhere, while Nanami eyes the bulge of his cock in your stomach, feeling so feral and possessive.

"Want my cum inside you, love? Look, already fucking filling you up," his husky depraved whisper is nothing like you thought he would be, gentlemanly sweet Nanami at work - and here he is now, palm flat on the bulge his cock is making, pressing against your soft tummy as he throbs in your gummy walls, fluttering around him. "Then say please-"

"She sure won't, she'll only beg for me, tell him pookie," Satoru whispers, how the man is cute with nine fucking inches stuck up your little hole, you can't compute. You just whine, whispering his name, earning his satisfied smirk. But, Nanami isn't quite done yet, picking your hips up and slamming his cock deep, groaning as he grips you, making you clench Satoru's cock harder, until he feels himself ready to bust. "F-fuck, baby..."

"God, you feel so - f-fuck..." Nanami's leaned up and sitting now, kissing up one side of your neck, gripping one breast, while Satoru bites the other side of your neck, groaning as he grips your other breasts. They're squeezing you, pulsing inside you so deep, while you weakly rock your hips, orgasm ripping through your entire body, you're trembling and shaking as it hits, blinded and floating when the two men can't take how good your orgasm feels, both busting at the same fucking time.

They're groaning and gripping you so tightly you can barely breathe, you feel Nanami's thick, girthy cock pouring inside your sore, slutty little cunt, while Satoru's painting your other hole full, hot spurts filling you so intimately, while he possessively bites your neck again, while white ropes pump you full, you're leaking it right down Nanami and Satoru's cock as the pull out, and you almost collapse if not for the two of them catching you.

"Darling, are you okay?" Nanami murmurs, brushing your cheek back carefully, like he hadn't meanly been pumping his length inside you, you nod weakly, while Satoru eases out of you with a hiss, turning your body toward him.

"Baby, you feel good?" You nod again, swallowing with a dry throat while he exhales, pressing a heated kiss on your lips. "You good doing this shot? We don't have to."

"I'm good, j-just... how do I push it out?" You whisper, they both chuckle a bit, earning your own glare. "Don't you two Pros make fun of me for not knowing!"

"No, you're just cute. C'mere." Satoru bends you over the bed, Nanami gently presses a little kiss on your head, murmuring in your ear now.

"Just press a bit, here," he whispers, pressing on your lower tummy with his big hand. You moan softly, nodding, Satoru's on his knees, sinking into the plush carpet as he gets the perfect angle, hands gripping your ass and lifting it, showcasing the white creamy cum oozing from both your beat up holes.

"Fucking look at all of it, you took so much baby." Satoru murmurs, toying with his own cum that's dripping from your hole, while Nanami keeps sneaking kisses while Satoru is focused, your little giggle makes him realize, ending the stream and standing. "Excuse me, no more. Ah- ah." He smacks at Nanami's hand, reaching for your pussy again.

"How'd we do, Toru?" You ask softly, while Nanami eases you up, brushing your hair back and just staring at you with those hazel, lidded eyes, lips parted while Satoru peers at the numbers, whistling softly.

"Holy fuck. Look." You peer and your eyes go wide, it's more than even Satoru and you make, but Nanami doesn't bother looking at it, he's too enraptured with his cum leaking from your pretty pussy, fingering the sticky substance slowly. You squeak a bit at it, Satoru sets the phone down, shoving at the big hulk of a man lapping his own cum off his finger. "Stream is over, Nanami."

"Shouldn't we help clean her up, Gojo?" Nanami flicks his tongue on your overstimulated clit, tasting the mix of you and moaning.

Satoru sighs then. "Bend over, sweetheart."

Satoru's words surprise you, soon you're being eaten out by both of them, lapping their own cum out of your holes off camera, messy and fucking filthy, cum dripping out of their mouths as they moan, while you're pushing more of their cum, rocking back and forth on their mouths, gripping each of their napes of their neck and fucking their faces.

"What about something... off set?" Nanami whispers, teeth nipping your clit, Satoru moans, cock ready to go again, feeling your body tremble between the two of them. "If you want, darling."

"Your choice, baby." Your hips jerk as Satoru touches you, your thighs trembling.

"Yes, please," You kiss the cum off Nanami's lips, before kissing Satoru, cum swapping between the three of your mouths, before their fingers are both inside your sore little cunt at once, the money wracks up as the threesome goes wild, but the two men clearly aren't done fighting for who can make you cum harder, and you can't complain as you're dazed, fucked out and drooling on both of them.

Satoru is sure he's won, but Nanami thinks he just might have a chance with you, when you're squirting all over him again, he could swear he made you cum more than Satoru, but he'll keep it to himself.

For now.

Hope you enjoyed the fucking filth ahahah <3

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[mesyakee]

Satoru always finds stains all over his bedsheets and pillowcases while doing laundry. Pinks and browns and reds— all lip products. Stains of smudged up shape of lips, left on most of his beddings.

He looks at them and reminisces about; how he shoved your face in the pillow while giving you backshots, or when you had to cover your face with his pillow so his roommate wouldn't be able to hear your moans, or when you'd drool and thrash around and hide your face in the sheets when he'd eat you out.

One second he's looking blank at the marks and the next second he's shoving the sheets in his face and giggling into them like a school girl.

Yeah, he really likes doing laundry.

[mesyakee]

Actually obsessed with this part... the hungry, lustful look in his eyes... the placement and movement of his hand... the possessive grip on her thigh... the passionate, reverent kisses on her knee and the way the tip of his nose just barely brushes against her skin... the breathless confession... the way he, even while hot, bothered, sweaty, and bricked up as all hell, still asks for her consent. Twice.

What a man, what a lover, what a king, what a husband 🫶

[mesyakee]

cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something

You knew Tsukishima was big.

It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.

But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.

And right now, you felt every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was impatient.

“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.

But that only made him smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”

Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”

You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.

“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”

Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.

And Tsukishima?

He gave it to you.

A/N: my goat fr🔥ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[mesyakee]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd

your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.

kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.

you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.

“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.

“y-yeah, so stop—”

but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.

instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”

“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”

“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”

your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”

“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.

“either put that mouth to better use or—”

you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.

you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.

“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”

[mesyakee]

u know it's gon' be the slutiest, messiest, sloppiest, hard core sex when the post had sum hentaí banner n the pinkiest color

[mesyakee]

✧˖°— the music was too loud and the lights were too dim. the alcohol burned going down—but not nearly as much as the way tobio kageyama looked at you that night. it burned like salt added to a wound.

it happened after a game. celebration after the last win of the season. as the assistant manager of the schweiden adlers, of course you were invited. however, somewhere between the rooftop bar and the suite, between shots and laughter, he kissed you.

no, that bastard didn’t just kiss you—

he held your face like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

that was the main catalyst to your current situation; sitting on top of the bone porcelain sink and practically hanging onto the star setter for dear life. you felt your body shake in every thrust, his cock sliding easily in and out of you from your slick. the mirror behind you fogged up and the things on the sink itself were on the floor in an act of pure restlessness.

you pressed your forehead to his and whispered, “this isn’t a mistake, right?”— but it was. an assistant manager and the star player? the damn tabloids would have a field day.

tobio let out a primal, low grunt, vocal fry and breathlessness laced in his whispered words. “no, i’ve wanted this for so long.”

the stolen touches, quick glances across the room, prolong stares before he hits a perfect serve. now here you were, skin to skin in the most literal sense.

your body was pulled towards his own, perky breasts pushed up against his toned chest and face hid in the crook of his neck. you felt tobio hold you tightly as your body slightly bounced with the same vigor as his thrusts. his thrusts became languid and you felt his veiny cock twitch inside you.

“s-shit tobio!” you gasped. you looked at his face; his cheeks all flushed, eyes hooded, and his hair a mess. a small part of your chest tightened at the sight, so vulnerable and so abnormal. tobio kageyama, who was usually out together, all unraveled before you.

which is why you knew this would be the only time you’d be like this, as you were back to strangers the next day.

[mesyakee]

Imagine virgin ushijima being a firm believer of "only doing it on the sacred first night of marriage"

entertaining tendou and tormenting his girlfriend to no end at the same time lol

"Thou Shalt Not Smash (Until Married)"

You weren’t religious. You didn’t even really believe in “soulmates.” But clearly, in a past life, you pissed off someone in heaven—because your current boyfriend, Wakatoshi Ushijima, had declared—at the ripe old age of 20—that he would only “lay with a woman on the sacred first night of marriage.”

Yes. He said “lay.” And yes, he meant it.

You blinked at him across the dinner table that fateful day.

“I respect your beliefs,” you’d said, smiling through the emotional damage.

But what you really meant was: I am never knowing peace again.

Let’s get one thing straight: Ushijima was not just “hot.” He was catastrophically hot. A full-course meal with a side of emotional stability and an accidental ability to fold you like a yoga mat just from lifting groceries.

And he had the AUDACITY to be pure.

He kissed you like a man possessed, whispered things like “I want to learn every part of you,” and then proceeded to drop you off at your front door like an Uber driver.

No sleepovers. No touching below the waist. NO HORIZONTAL FELLOWSHIP.

Tendou, of course, made it worse.

“So let me get this straight,” Tendou said, slurping boba during your group hangout. “You’re dating the human embodiment of sex appeal, but you’re not allowed to use him?”

Ushijima: “She is not ‘using’ me.” You: “Tendou please.” Tendou: “Oh no, I support this. It’s like watching a volcano trying not to erupt.”

He leaned closer, smirking. “Tell me, how often does your virtuous mountain get a little... unstable?”

You thought about:

That time Ushijima’s hand brushed your thigh and he excused himself to pray for discipline.

That time he accidentally moaned during a deep kiss and physically LEFT THE PREMISES to go run stairs.

That time you sat on his lap by accident and he said, “I must leave before I betray my soul.”

You looked Tendou dead in the eyes. “He is a danger to himself.”

And oh, how the torment continued.

You wore a crop top one day? Ushijima blushed, stared at the floor, and asked if you were cold.

You cuddled him on movie night? He recited Psalms.

One day, after a particularly steamy make-out session, he gripped your shoulders and said: “We must stop. I’m having thoughts.”

THOUGHTS.

You were dating a medieval monk in a modern athlete’s body.

And then came... The Incident.

You were at his apartment. Alone. Dangerous. Reckless. Living on the edge.

You wore shorts. And his shirt. You were curled up in his lap. He was tense.

You kissed his jaw. He froze. You kissed his throat. He exhaled hard. You kissed his mouth and he groaned—like an injured animal—before jerking back and saying, “I fear the demon within me is stirring.”

You blinked. “The demon??”

He stood. Paced. Looked out the window like a Shakespearean widow. Then, softly: “It whispers... unholy instructions.”

You screamed into a couch cushion.

Later that night:

You texted Tendou in all caps:

YOU HAVE TO GET HIM LAID OR I’M GOING TO DIE TENDOU 🍓: lol what did the demon say this time YOU: THAT I HAVE CURVES THAT LEAD TO RUIN TENDOU: oh he’s GONE LMAO

The worst part? You loved him. Genuinely. But you were a woman on the edge.

Your group of friends made a “Countdown to Marriage” board in your group chat.

Tendou made bingo cards:

Ushijima quotes the Bible ✅

Ushijima leaves to take a cold shower ✅

Ushijima accidentally gets a boner then apologizes to the Lord ✅

Ushijima genuinely considers breaking up to save your chastity ✅✅✅

You hit BINGO every week.

The final straw?

You sent him a photo. A tasteful one. A little flirty. Little wink. Just the edge of cleavage. Nothing wild.

He didn’t reply for 47 minutes.

Then he texted:

“I have thrown my phone in the sink and gone for a run. Please understand.”

You did not.

One week later, in the group chat:

TENDOU 🍓: update: ushijima saw a victoria’s secret ad and whispered “the flesh is weak” like he’s in a renaissance play SHIRABU: we’re not gonna survive this, are we REON: why is he like this YOU: because God is testing me and I’m failing

In conclusion:

Being Ushijima’s girlfriend is like dating a noble king who wants to honor your soul, but your soul just wants to get absolutely destroyed.

And somewhere, in the shadows, Tendou watches it all like it's his favorite reality show.

TO BE CONTINUED… WHEN MARRIAGE HAPPENS (2069)

[mesyakee]

"Operation: Sit, Bounce, Vanish"

Just Y/N casually grinding and bouncing on them then proceeds to get up and leave lol

KUROO TETSURO

Kuroo was manspreading like he paid rent just to do that. Hair messy. Shirt slightly wrinkled. Smug expression baked onto his face like it was his full-time job. He looked like the human equivalent of a “you up?” text.

You stared. Then smirked. Then slowly—without a word—walked over and shoved him onto the couch with the grace of a goddess and the menace of someone who’s waited exactly three weeks and four hours for this moment.

“Whoa—okay, hi,” he chuckled, arms up like he was ready for a good time. “You finally giving in, huh? Couldn’t resist me?”

You didn’t answer.

You straddled him. Dead silent. No smile. Eyes locked.

And then you started moving.

Slow grind. Full bounce. Nothing wild, just enough to make him twitch like a malfunctioning robot. The pressure? Exactly dangerous. The eye contact? Murderous.

He choked on a breath.

You moaned.

“T-tetsu..u~”

Like it was the climax of a soap opera. Like you were standing on a balcony in the rain in a gown screaming your dying lover’s name. Like you were about to win a BAFTA for this role.

He blinked. “H-hey, uh—babe?” His voice cracked like cheap glass.

Your hands rested on his chest.

You moaned again. Softer. Darker.

Then… you stopped.

Got up.

Walked off.

Deadpan face. Not a single look back. Not a word. Not a smirk.

Kuroo sat up so fast he nearly pulled a back muscle. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait—what just happened?”

Silence.

“…Was that revenge? What did I do? BABE? WHAT DID I DO???”

He stood, nearly tripped over air, and yelled into the hallway.

“I—I LIKED YOUR INSTAGRAM POST. I SWEAR. I DIDN’T FORGET OUR ANNIVERSARY. PLEASE, WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

You, meanwhile, were in the kitchen calmly eating cereal like none of that happened.

Kuroo, clutching the back of the couch, whispering to himself: “…I’m in danger.”

KENMA KOZUME

Kenma was in the zone—shoulders hunched, headset on, fingers moving with sniper-level precision. You could hear the quiet tapping of his keyboard, the occasional mutter under his breath, and the distant sound of his teammate yelling, "LEFT! LEFT—NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!"

You approached silently, sock-footed like a cat with bad intentions.

He didn’t notice you at first. Typical. Zoned in.

Until you casually climbed into his lap like it was your god-given throne.

He froze.

“…You good?” he mumbled, barely glancing at you, one hand still on the mouse.

Then you started soft grinding—gentle movements, slow and warm. Nothing aggressive. Just… suggestive. Cozy. Dangerous.

You leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “K..kozume~..hnn” you whispered.

The sound of gunfire blasted through his headset.

He paused mid-match.

Dead silent.

His cheeks flushed pink instantly, ears visibly heating. “...You’re being weird again.”

But his fingers slowly slipped off the keyboard. And he hit ESC.

HE PAUSED AN ONLINE MATCH. FOR YOU.

“Okay…” he mumbled, voice small, clearly rattled. “I guess I can play later.”

You smiled. Just a little.

Then without a word—you stood up and walked away.

Kenma sat there. Motionless.

He stared at the empty space on his lap like it had just punched him in the heart.

“…You can’t just cause emotional lag and leave,” he muttered, still stunned. “I—I PAUSED FOR YOU. That was ranked…”

In the distance, your soft laughter echoed like a final killcam.

BOKUTO KOUTARO

Bokuto was sprawled on the couch, legs wide, phone angled up, watching volleyball highlight reels like they were gospel. He was in the zone—nodding, hyping himself up, whispering “That’s how you block, baby, YES,” like he hadn’t watched the same clip five times.

You walked in with an expression that said destruction was on the menu and Bokuto was the special.

“Hey babe!” he greeted loudly, full beam smile. “You wanna see this cool spike from—”

You didn’t answer.

You straddled him.

He blinked. “…Oh.”

And then you started.

All in.

Full bounce. Hands draped dramatically behind his neck like a diva about to faint from the tension. Whimpers, soft moans, and your voice drawing out: “hngh..k-kou..a-aa~” Like he was a forbidden snack and you were on a juice cleanse.

His brain fried.

Completely.

“UH—UH—BABE?!” he half-yelled, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure where to touch, where to look, whether to cry or scream.

He was absolutely flustered, mouth slightly open, cheeks red, heartbeat syncing with every grind. Volleyball highlights? Forgotten. There was only you and his complete mental shutdown.

You gave a final whimper. Rested your forehead against his.

Then stood up.

And left.

Just.

Walked out.

Bokuto stared at the empty air where you once were. Still seated like a cursed statue.

“…BABE?!”

He launched up from the couch, flailing after you.

“HELLO?! WHAT WAS THAT?! COME BACK!! I WAS ENJOYING THAT! I WAS SO INTO IT!! DO IT AGAIN!!”

In the kitchen, you stirred your drink in silence, deadpan, as if you hadn't just mentally exploded a man with fully-clothed cardio.

Bokuto, clinging to the doorframe like a war widow: “I’M WHIPPED AND I DON’T CARE. PLEASE.”

AKAASHI KEIJI

Akaashi was having a peaceful afternoon. Chamomile tea. A book with too many footnotes. Lo-fi playing like the world made sense.

And then—you entered.

Dead silent. Eyes locked on him like judgment day just arrived in thigh-high socks.

He glanced up. "Hello, love," he said, suspicious but polite.

You didn’t answer.

You climbed into his lap like you had a mission, and his thighs were the launch pad.

His hands stayed frozen mid-page.

Then—bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Soft and sinful, like a PG-13 exorcism. “K-keiji..h-ha-a~” you moaned.

A single vein in his forehead twitched. He blinked slowly, like a man calculating whether this was a dream, a prank, or divine punishment.

“Darling,” he said with dangerous calm, “what is this?”

But he was already gone. Mentally wiped. That page of the book? Unreadable. Text? Just blurry noodles. You were bouncing like this was a demonic ritual and he was the altar.

Then—you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

And LEFT.

You LEFT.

No explanation. No tongue. Not even a "brb."

Just... air.

Akaashi didn’t move for five whole minutes. Eyes glassy. Tea still steeping. Book sliding off his lap in slow motion.

Inside his head:

“Is this psychological warfare? Did I forget an anniversary? Did I accidentally vote for something evil in a group chat?”

Out loud, monotone: “…That was… bold of you.”

Another five minutes passed.

Still motionless. Still on the couch. The scent of your shampoo lingering like a war crime.

He finally muttered, “…Was I supposed to say something? Applaud? Cry? Ascend to heaven?”

Then he picked up his phone. Opened a group chat titled: “📚 Book Men and Bokuto.”

Akaashi:

She bounced on me, moaned my name, then left. What does it mean.

Bokuto:

BRO SAME I’M STILL BREATHING HEAVY SHE’S A MENACE 😭

Kuroo:

Just accept it. We’re dating chaos in eyeliner.

Akaashi looked out the window. Took a long, exhausted sip of his now-cold tea.

“…I am suffering. Elegantly.”

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

Goshiki was chillin’. Hoodie on. Headphones in. Probably listening to something overly dramatic like the Haikyuu soundtrack or a TED Talk on mental resilience.

He didn’t stand a chance.

You walked in with zero warning. No explanation. No mercy.

Before he could say, “Huh?” you pushed him gently onto the bed. Straddled him. Planted yourself down like he was your chair and life was a stage.

Then you started bouncing.

Soft, slow. Intentional.

“Tsutomu..h-ha..why are so w-warm..hngh~” you moaned — drawn out, sugary-sweet, like you were reading it off a Wattpad page in real time.

His whole body seized up.

“W-WHAT THE—?!”

Hands flailed. Legs went stiff. Brain? Overheated. He felt like someone had kicked his soul out his spine.

You leaned in closer, let out the tiniest whimper — not loud, but close. Just enough to make his ears turn red and his heart go supersonic.

And then—you LEFT.

Just. Got. Up. No closure. No forehead kiss. You just dipped like this was some random Tuesday ritual and not his villain origin story.

He sat there frozen. Mouth parted. Chest rising and falling way too fast.

Then—he whimpered.

Just a tiny, high-pitched noise. Unplanned. From the throat. Like his soul sighed through his mouth.

“…Ahh—” Immediately slapped a hand over his lips. “WHY—WHY DID I MAKE A NOISE?!”

He flopped backwards dramatically, arms spread like a Shakespearean corpse.

“She’s going to kill me one day… and I’ll thank her.”

Face still bright red. Still hearing the sound of your voice like it was echoing in a cathedral. Still lowkey hoping you’d come back and do it again so he could “react better this time” (he wouldn’t).

And in the hallway, you smiled.

Mission: chaos. Status: accomplished.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Ushijima Wakatoshi was doing his usual — sitting on the couch like a fortress, silently eating protein snacks and watching volleyball footage like it was the evening news.

Then she walked in.

Confident. Calm. Dressed like danger.

He didn’t even blink when she shoved him back gently onto the cushions and straddled him. That wasn’t what alarmed him. He’d seen many unorthodox warm-ups in his time.

Then—

Bounce. Bounce. “Wakatoshi~”

She moaned it with full anime-level dramatics, sultry and slow like she’d been practicing. Her hands went on his shoulders for balance, hips rocking in steady rhythm. Fully clothed. No actual plan. Just chaos and vibes.

Ushijima’s brows pulled together.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, voice low and deadly serious. “Is this… a new kind of stretch?”

You didn’t answer. You just gave one last confident roll of your hips, leaned in like you were going to say something profound…

And then you walked away. Like nothing happened.

Left him there on the couch — straight posture, blank expression… and fully hard.

Silence.

He stared straight ahead at the door like it had just personally betrayed him.

Took one slow breath through his nose. Chest rising just slightly.

“She’s strange,” he murmured. “I love her.”

Looked down at himself. Back up. Then whispered, louder this time:

“…She’s going to come back, right?”

Pause.

No answer.

He sat there, motionless. Internally screaming. Externally still built like a demigod statue.

Conclusion: Training couldn’t prepare him. Love is terrifying. And he’s going to need to shower cold water and repentance.

SHIRABU KENJIRO

Shirabu was minding his business, sitting cross-legged on the floor, skimming through his notes like he wasn’t 100% hot in a cardigan. Completely in peace.

Then she came in like a war crime.

With purpose. With eyebrow energy. With chaotic woman agenda.

She straddled his lap like he owed her rent and started bouncing. Not wild. Just steady. Unbothered. Calculated. Evil.

“jiro...h-ha!~” She moaned his name like it was the finale of a play and she was up for a Tony.

He blinked. His soul buffered.

“Tch. You’re annoying.” Tone flat. Words sharp. Voice trembling like a wet cat.

But his whole face was glowing red like a strawberry in denial. Hands on his knees. Back perfectly straight. Losing his will to live one slow grind at a time.

She gave one final roll of her hips. Then stood up like it was jury duty and left.

Walked away. Blank face. Like she didn’t just emotionally obliterate him.

He sat there in stunned silence. Hands still on his knees like he was in timeout.

Then he snapped.

“...I—HEY! WAIT! I didn’t mean it like that!”

Scrambled to his feet like he was being evicted from peace.

“Come back! I meant like... annoying in a cute way?? Like—you’re MY annoying?!”

Voice cracking, ego gone. Left behind, staring at the empty space where she used to be, gripping his own hair like a man who just said “I don’t care” and then immediately cared so hard.

HINATA SHOYO

Hinata was chilling on the bed, humming to himself and swinging his legs like a golden retriever who just discovered a new flavor of yogurt.

He didn’t notice her creeping up until it was too late.

Suddenly—

BOOM.

She dropped onto his lap like the final boss of temptation and started bouncing. Full send. Championship-level rhythm. Gold medal-worthy grind. Fully clothed but somehow emotionally naked.

Leaning in, she whispered into his ear, dripping honey and chaos:

“Sho~”

He flatlined.

“WH-WHA—BABE?! ARE YOU OKAY?!” His soul ejected through his nose. Brain? 404 not found. His hands were in the air like he was under arrest by the goddess of seduction herself.

She didn't stop. Just grinded harder. Whimpering softly. Like this was HER volleyball final and she was spiking with every bounce.

And then—HE MOANED.

A tiny, breathy “nn–ah,” like his dignity was trying to claw its way out of his throat and failed.

And then she LEFT. Skipped away. Humming. Like she just didn't emotionally set him on fire and walk away like an arsonist in glitter.

He sat there, cross-eyed. Face red. Hands on his chest like he just got hit by a car made of hormones.

“Oh my god.” “Oh my GOD.” “I’m in love. I’m in danger. I need water.”

Collapsed backwards into the bed like his body just said “I forfeit.”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Tsukishima was on the couch, headphones on, pretending he didn’t need love or attention, when she pounced.

Literally pounced.

One second: peace.

Next second: Lap. Bouncing. Moaning.

“Tsukki” She purrs it in his ear like a cursed ASMR channel sent straight from hell.

He freezes. Eyes wide. Neck stiff. Blush detonates. You could roast marshmallows on his cheeks.

“Ugh. What are you doing?” His voice comes out flat. Emotionless. Lying. Lying through his damn teeth.

She keeps going. Little playful grind here, tiny whimper there, body warm against his in all the worst-best ways. Then—

She gets up. Walks away. Like she didn’t just shake the foundation of his emotional stability.

He’s left sitting there, arms folded, jaw clenched like a Victorian man whose ankle was just exposed.

Pushes up his glasses with a trembling hand “Why are you so weird.”

Deadpan voice. Wild panic.

Later, Yamaguchi walks in to ask if he wants to go out, only to find Tsukki sitting there, still pink, glasses fogged up, muttering to himself:

“I hate her. I love her. I hate her. I need her to do that again.”

KITA SHINSUKE

Kita was folding laundry.

FOLDING LAUNDRY.

Peaceful. Domestic. Soft music playing. He had just finished lining up the socks by size, color, and life purpose when—

SHE SAT ON HIM.

Not aggressively. Not violently. Just… sat. And started bouncing.

Gentle. Rhythmic. Purposeful.

Like she was trying to awaken something ancient inside him.

“Shinsuke~” She moaned it like she was trying to get cast in the spiciest drama Japan's ever banned.

He blinked. Once. Heart rate: up. Stability: on fire.

“Are you… feeling unwell, love?” he asked, as if his voice wasn't one octave higher and vibrating with restraint.

She grinds again.

His hands grip her thighs like prayer beads.

He grunts. Then a tiny whimper slips out—traitorous. He covers it with a cough like he’s trying to convince God he’s still worthy.

His face is red, like a polite tomato having a breakdown.

“Darling, this isn’t sanitary. The clean towels are right there…”

She just smiles sweetly. Innocently. Like she didn’t just weaponize softness and decimate his will to stand.

And then?

She walks off. Like it was just another Tuesday.

Kita remains seated. Hands politely folded behind his back. Eyes blank. Soul ascending.

“…That girl’s gonna give me gray hair.” “And I’ll thank her for every strand.”

MIYA OSAMU

It was a quiet afternoon at Onigiri Miya.

The rice was hot. The kitchen was calm. Osamu was in his element, apron on, hair tied up, wrist flicking like a trained chef-slash-lowkey-dilf—

Until she pounced.

No warning. No hesitation. Just: BOUNCE.

Lap? Occupied. Voice? Breathless.

“Osamuuu~” She moaned it like she was trying to get arrested and liked the idea.

He blinked up at her with a smile that said “ha ha you’re cute” but his BRAIN said:

“YOU WANNA DO THIS RIGHT NOW WHILE I’M HOLDING A RICE SCOOP?!”

“Keep this up and I’m proposing today,” he teased, hand sliding to her waist like it wasn’t lowkey trembling.

She just smirked. Gave one last bounce for dramatic effect. Then stood up.

Winked.

Walked off.

Like she didn’t just shake him to his core and make him rethink his whole life plan in one minute.

Osamu sat there. Alone. Flushed. Emotionally fried like his best tempura.

He put down the rice scoop, stared at the door she disappeared through, and whispered like a man in a Netflix romance mini-series:

“...I’m actually gonna propose. Damn.”

MIYA ATSUMU

Atsumu was reclining like he owned the Earth.

Legs spread, arms up, smug levels critical. Smirking like, “Yeah, baby, you’re lucky I’m free today.”

That was before she sat on him. Hard.

Started grinding and moaning “tsumuuu~ a-ah! fuck..” like it was a performance art piece for chaos and psychological warfare.

His smirk faltered. Just a little. Then—bounce.

“H-hah—okay—okay! Someone’s feelin’ frisky t’day—!” Smug was cracking like drywall in an earthquake.

Another bounce.

He whines.

Then WHIMPERS. LOUDLY. Voice breaks. Accent slips.

“Aw hell, darlin’—wh-what’re ya tryna do t’me?!”

FULL SOUTHERN DESCENT. Kansai accent hitting so raw it sounded like a back-alley confession.

He’s sweating. Whining. Head back like he saw God and got rejected.

Then.

SHE GETS UP. AND WALKS AWAY.

Like she didn’t just spiritually decimate one of Japan’s finest athletes in under 2 minutes.

Atsumu sits there, jaw unhinged. Hands limp at his sides. Soul in orbit.

He blinks slowly. Watches her leave like she’s walking away from the wreckage of his ego’s funeral.

“...Ya can’t just leave me like this,” he mutters to the door. “That was... illegal. You’re illegal.” “I whimpered. I ain't never whimpered in my damn life!”

Silence.

Then he YELLS:

“WAS IT THE ACCENT?! I SWEAR I’LL TONE IT DOWN—JUST COME BACK!!!”

KYOTANI KENTARO

She didn’t ask. Didn’t warn. Just straddled his lap with the calm audacity of someone who knew exactly what she was doing.

He was mid-sentence. Now? He was mid-heart attack.

“H-Hey—wait, what—”

Then she leans in. Close.

Hot breath against his neck. Her lips ghost over his jaw. Slowly. Softly. Like she’s learning the texture of his skin just to haunt him later.

And then—she kisses him.

Not a quick peck. Not playful.

It’s deep. Slow. Spicy as hell. The kind of kiss that clings to his mouth even when it’s over.

His hands shoot up, gripping her waist so hard he thinks he might bruise her, but she just presses in more, bounces slowly in his lap like she’s reading every single one of his reactions.

“Kentaro~ nn- HaH!” she breathes right into his mouth. Bounces again.

He sees god. Then he sees hell. Then he forgets how to see.

“W-what the—what is this?!” His voice is too high, too desperate. He’s already hard. Already clenching her thighs like they’re life rafts.

She just leans in again, brushes his ear with her lips, and whispers filth that fries what’s left of his sanity.

“You’re so easy to break, you know that?”

Kisses him again. He groans into her mouth—loud—almost embarrassingly so. He grabs at her again, this time more forcefully—

And she flicks his hand away.

Stands. Fixes her shirt. Walks away like she just didn’t turn him into a walking hormone cocktail.

Kyotani is left on the couch, sweating, hard, and absolutely stunned. Face flushed, fists clenched, lips swollen, staring at the empty hallway like it personally betrayed him.

“That was love,” he mutters hoarsely. “I hate it here. I love it here.”

He doesn’t move for five full minutes. Still. Quiet. Processing.

Then under his breath:

“...I’m gonna marry her or die trying.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

She straddles him on the couch like it’s her throne and he’s just lucky to be her footstool. Hands on his chest. Eyes locked on his.

Then the bounce starts.

Slow. Rhythmic. Intentional. And then—

“haji~” she moans like she’s reading lines in a romance drama with too much budget and not enough shame.

His jaw tightens.

“Oi,” he warns, gripping her hips, “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He's blushing. Hard. And it only gets worse when she grinds a little too good and too slow—right there.

His hands twitch on her waist. His whole body flinches like someone hit him with a volleyball spike to the soul.

“Seriously—stop playin’ around,” he mumbles, but it sounds more like a plea than a threat. He’s getting warm. Real warm. Real fast.

She just leans forward like she’s gonna kiss him.

Spoiler: she doesn’t. She hovers. Inches from his lips. Bounces again, lips curled in mischief.

He groans. Low. Threatening. Desperate. Hard.

And then?

She gets up.

Just hops off. Fixes her shirt. Leaves. No explanation. No glance back. Just vibes.

Iwaizumi sits there—wide-eyed, wrecked, emotionally tazed.

Staring into the middle distance like a man who saw the future and it was terrifyingly horny.

“...She’s gonna be the death of me,” he mutters to no one.

He stays there. Still blushing. Still adjusting his pants like his life didn’t just flash before his eyes with soft moans and denim friction.

And yet? He smiles.

“...Not a bad way to go, though.”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t ask for this.

He was just sitting on the couch, minding his business, sipping tea, probably judging someone silently for existing wrong.

Then she came in. Straddled him like she paid rent on his thighs. Set her hands on his chest like it was hers—which, okay, maybe it was—and gave him a smile that screamed danger.

“Get off,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose. “You didn’t even wash your hands after touching the doorknob—”

Then she started bouncing. Slow. Hypnotic. Criminal. And the worst part? She moaned his name.

“Kiyoomi~” Like she was casting a spell. Like he was the main character in a fanfic. Like she knew what she was doing.

His breath caught. His tea almost fell. His sanity left the group chat.

“Y-you—what is this?!” he choked, voice jumping an octave. He wasn’t ready. His thighs weren’t ready. His pants? Absolutely not ready.

She leaned forward, breath hot against his neck, lips just close enough to not be kissing him.

“You mad?” she whispered.

“No,” he whispered back, voice shaking. “I’m terrified.”

Her hips moved. Again. Slower. Deeper.

He whimpered. Quiet. Shameful. Hidden behind gritted teeth and clenched fists.

But she heard it. She felt it. She thrived.

“Oh my god,” he groaned under his breath, gripping the couch cushion like it personally offended him. “You’re actually evil. You were sent to test me. This is a biohazard.”

Another bounce. Another whimper. This time louder. Desperate.

She kissed under his ear. Not sweet. Not soft. Intentional.

“Stop,” he whispered, clearly not meaning it.

“Make me.”

He groaned. His hands trembled on her thighs, like he didn’t know whether to push her off or pull her closer and die honorably.

“You’re ruining my life,” he hissed, head thrown back.

“And your boxers.”

She grinded one last time, slow enough to melt bone. Then—like a demon in disguise—she got up.

Just stood, fixed her shirt, and walked away.

No eye contact. No goodbye. Not even a damn wipe of his forehead.

Sakusa sat there. Breathing like he just ran a marathon. Harder than a physics exam. Staring into the void like he saw God and God was a woman with killer thighs.

He pulled a throw pillow into his lap and whispered to no one: “…I’m filing a report.”

[mesyakee]

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𝜗𝜚 he likes to eat his girl while fingering her, a hungry boy…

𝜗𝜚 he has no idea how big he is

𝜗𝜚 all he wants is to give pleasure to his lover, so sweet

𝜗𝜚 he loves your titties <3

𝜗𝜚 he will let you use him

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𝜗𝜚 you and your damn skirts will one day hurt your ability to walk.

𝜗𝜚 he had a bad day, so…

𝜗𝜚 “i’ll just take care of you, okay?”

𝜗𝜚 he loves the way your hips collide with his cock

𝜗𝜚 sometimes he just focuses on you and your adorable lips

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𝜗𝜚 he promised to be more gentle this time, lying bastard!

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𝜗𝜚 will you be a “good girl” ?

𝜗𝜚 “are you going to be a shy girl and hide your little noises from me, hmm?”

𝜗𝜚 he is a total eater, trust me.

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© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

[mesyakee]

when you and eren broke up you blocked him on everything. instagram, twitter, gmail, spotify, cashapp, everything. you said that break up was gonna be the last one, and you meant it. so how did you end up here? in the backseat of connie’s car, with eren’s cock buried deep in your cunt and his hands cupping your face. “you’re fuckin’ mine forever,” he murmurs, and you can feel how much he means it, his desperation. you should tell him no, that after this you’ll never speak to him again. but you’re too far gone; cock-drunk and stupid, babbling nonsense about needing him to go faster, harder, deeper. he laughs, actually laughs at you. tells you how he just knew you’d come around, you’re made for him after all (at least, your pussy is). and as you reach your climax, gasping and moaning his name, you just know you never should have tried to break up with him in the first place.

[mesyakee]

If levi was real, I think his hobby would be writing. Sorry, I can't see him doing artistic or scientific stuff. I see him doing more like you know history, English literature, or doing classic stuff.

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