pork-pop - Tumblr blog

pork-pop · 2 days ago

Text

DON’T MAKE ME BEG FOR YOU!

✧ the girl of his dreams is throwing him a bone…is he feigning nonchalance or acting a fool?!

contains: gojo, geto, nanami || cw: p in v sex (unprotected), oral (f. receiving), like a hint of hair pulling for suguru, mentions of masturbation || wc: 1.7k~

✧ a/n: i am half asleep right now if there’s a typo just come to my home and take me out before i wake up! cheers. srry nanami’s ended up kinda shorter than the others oopsie daisy.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

SATORU GOJO

acting a fool is an understatement

Satoru is terrible at the art of subtlety, and to most, making one’s intentions blatantly clear to the person they’re interested in might seem mortifying. But that’s been Satoru’s goal since the start. Those lingering touches, the flirtatious glances and suggestive comments were all done in stride, after all, he takes pride in the fact that he’s getting what he wants. You, however, have been the hardest shell to crack. So, naturally, he’s utterly whipped.

He can hardly believe his luck when you choose to reciprocate after months of cat and mouse, and he has no choice but to lay out all of his chips and double down.

For someone who was raised to be a gentleman, he sure does know how to get your clothes on the floor without any manners at all. As soon as you’re blessing him, deepening the kiss, his wandering hands are tugging at your blouse for permission to show you how much he’ll work for it.

“Isn’t this a treat?” He pants humorously between thrusts, fucking into you like he’ll know he’ll find the answers to all of his intrusive questions regarding you if he just gets an inch or two deeper. Satoru hisses as you tighten around him, “You gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me harder?” you snicker. And you should know that there’s nothing Satoru loves more than a good challenge; getting you like this wasn’t the challenge he’d most anticipated, no, it was making you crave it just as much as he did.

“Is that an invitation?” He asks, a big grin twisting at the corners of his lips while he inches a hand down to thumb teasingly at your clit, “You know, I’ve been thinking about you saying that for a while now, don’t you?” In spite of his stamina, Satoru’s breath is ragged and shaky, could it be that he was even a bit…nervous? You didn’t have the time to put much thought into it before his hips speed up, knocking every one of those pretty suspicions out of your head for the time being. Your eyes roll back and you swear you can hear a triumphant little huff of a laugh from him as he takes that as inspiration to roughen the circles he’s drawing against your clit.

“I’ve been thinking about what you’d sound like when you cum, too,” he admits without a shred of shame, nosing into the tender column of your throat so you can hear him better, “Can I hear?” “Fuck!” Is all you can manage through a strangled cry, clawing at the shifting muscles of his back in a futile attempt to ground yourself. “C’mon, I can tell you’re getting close,” he rasps madly, “I wanna hear you.” He begs, suddenly licking a greedy stripe along the dampened skin of your neck.

And who are you to deny him? You cry out a declaration of your sudden orgasm, features squeezed and mouth parted as you struggle to catch your breath. Satoru stares at you with widened eyes, and a stuttered breath, “Hah-...” He hadn’t even realized how close he’d been getting to spilling inside you, but welcomed the overwhelming feeling with open arms. He could go for five more rounds if you’d let him, anyways.

God, this must be what it’s like to hit the jackpot.

SUGURU GETO

nonchalant (acting a fool)

Suguru can’t lie to himself and pretend like he hadn’t imagined this scenario too many times to count before, usually as a desperate last resort when he’d found he can’t imagine getting off to anything other than the thought of you at a certain point. He’s sure that he’s a better man than this, and he’d certainly tried to be courteous and discrete about the way you make him feel, shying away from the line he’s been dreaming to cross.

But now, sitting up on the mattress and unable to tear his eyes away from your tits, he realizes that he’d been overshooting the strength of his own resolve. Suguru surges forward, taking one in his mouth as he guides you up and down his length, doing anything he can to prove he’s still being normal about this. Fuck it.

“Fuck,” he moans against your chest, “wait a minute-...” You still your movements, tilting your head curiously at him as he swallows breathlessly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He quickly reassures with a shake of his head, gently squeezing at your hips to punctuate the promise, “God, nothing’s wrong at all, I just need-...let me eat you out. Please?” You blink at him in surprise, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Huh?”

“Seriously, I-...” He shakes his head, gazing up at you like you’re the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen, “it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

During those moments in the past in which he found himself fucking his fist to the thought of you, he only ever found himself relishing in the idea of burying himself between your legs and making careful sure that the only thing you’d be capable of saying was his name. The both of you had been too hasty in the wake of realizing your feelings were reciprocated, too desperate to give each other everything you’d been dreaming of. It feels like the heavens have opened up before him as you slip off of his lap, letting him situate you against the pillows.

Suguru’s methodic in the way he trails warm kisses down your body, stopping to suck a mark into your hip, but he can’t tease for too long, not when he probably wants to get you off on his tongue more than you want it (which is saying a lot).

He kisses your bare cunt gratefully, before dragging his tongue against your entrance, eyelids already going heavy as he slips into a euphoric trance. Suguru tries his very hardest to keen on every noise you make, every cry of his name, but it’s hard to do that when he’s getting so drunk off the flavor of you. He’s suddenly starved, devouring you completely, too far gone to be embarrassed of the way he shakes his head against your pussy or moans just as loud as you do.

Geto’s suspicions had been utterly correct. While he’s been eager to have you like he did moments before, to feel you wrap around him and to fuck up into you with calculated thrusts, this definitely takes the cake. He grows dizzy off your scent, grinding against the mattress to prevent himself from further losing his mind over the prospect of what he’s doing right now.

You lace your hands through his hair, pulling at it as he brings you closer to the edge. This is all he needs, he thinks, he can easily be fine spending the rest of his life like this. Suguru wants to prove that much over and over again to you, and he won’t hesitate if you’ll let him. “You’re perfect.” He mumbles against your cunt, and he’s partially glad you’re too far gone to hear some of the pathetic remarks he’s uttering, “Need this so bad.”

Yeah, good luck hopping back on his dick anytime soon now that he knows he was right about how addicting you’d be.

KENTO NANAMI

nonchalant by a thread

It’s easy for Kento to have steel-grade self control when you’re fully clothed and the conversation is tame. But when clothes are taken out of the equation, well, that’s a different story. That being said, he won’t forget his manners.

You’re in a tender mating press, smiling softly at the sweet kisses Nanami keeps peppering across your face, and occasionally one to your lips. He briefly wonders why he ever thought it was a good idea to hesitate in taking the initiative to have you laid out against his pillows like this, moaning his name almost as if you knew how much that chipped away at his own self-preservation. You’re dangerously close to getting him to embarrass himself.

“Do you like this?” He breathes against the shell of your ear as his pace speeds up a bit, knocking the wind out of you. Regardless, you nod, hardly able to wrap your lips around anything other than the shape of his name. Kento bites his lip, fighting the urge to go even faster. This was your first time together, after all, he’d be mad not to cherish it like something fleeting and sacred. He wants more, he wants this all the time, and he’s so close to begging you for it. In some last attempt of self-preservation, he utters, “You feel amazing,” almost choking on his breath after the fact.

“Fuck, keep doing that.” You cry out, throwing your head back to give him a clear view of your throat that he so desperately wishes to mark up. He almost asked what you meant, before he peers down, realizing he’d mindlessly begun rubbing circles into your clit. Kento feels like he’s getting ahead of himself, yet not doing enough at the same time; this feeling is so foreign and overwhelming, but he’s falling in love with it.

Following your orders, he continues his steady pace on your clit, mouth going dry as you tell him how close you are. Yes, please, that’s all I want to hear.

“Please,” he murmurs in a gravelly voice, not realizing he’d started voicing his own thoughts, “cum for me.” Nanami is certain he’s going to lose control any moment, and he’s sure that you cumming around his cock is not going to help him at all in his hope to still be a gentleman to you. It’s alright, though, he thinks. If he’s going to embarrass himself, lose all resolve and allow himself to drown in this simple pleasure, Kento doesn’t think he’d want to do it with anyone else but you.

#🍧writing #🐚nsfw #☁️gojo #☁️geto #☁️nanami #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto smut #nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

354 notes · View notes

pork-pop · 3 days ago

Text

quickies ꕥ bokuto x reader contents: afab reader, oral (f. & m. receiving), quickies (duhh), car/semi-public hj, sorta subby bo

wc: 1.1k a/n: insane debut post. dedicated to my lvr @bowtiepasta

Bokuto’s definition of a quickie is rather unorthodox. Most people see it as a hasty scramble to shed their clothes, a clumsy bumping of teeth as they dissolve into sweaty messes in each other’s arms as quickly as possible. But that’s nothing near Bokuto’s idea of a successful quickie. The suggestion often appears out of thin air, somewhere in the junction between him zipping up the back of your dress and you straightening his tie. You know his tells all too well, the hungry look in his widened eyes as he drinks the sight of you in or the way his hands linger a fraction of a second too long on the small of your back as he guides you towards the door.

Needless to say, the proposal of a quickie often goes unannounced. Before you know it, you find yourself pressed up against a wall, legs wrapped snugly around his torso while he carries you deeper into the apartment once more. You hiss slightly at the cold marble of the kitchen table, before an open-mouthed kiss to the column of your throat warms you up like a fever. What makes quickies with Bokuto so unique becomes apparent again as his lips trail lower, begging to wander through territories he’s memorized a hundred times over before. Simply put, when you have a quickie with Bokuto, you’re the only one who ends up with their clothes on the floor.

You never thought to question it, especially not now, not when the only thing you can think about is the feeling of his tongue laving against your clit, only one goal in his mind. His thick fingers gently prod you open like you’re the most delicate thing in his possession, and in a way, you are. You keen forward, the hot puffs of his panting breaths pulse rhythmically against your bare cunt before he quickly surges forward again, devouring you like he doesn’t have a dinner to attend in thirty minutes.

Your hands find his hair, tugging at the peppery locks enough for him to groan into you, sending a shock through your body. He knows you're already close. That’s why it’s called a quickie, isn’t it? “Please.” He begs you, sparing a searching glance as his tongue returns to your clit, rolling it around with a breathy moan. Before you can even prepare, your body tenses and is set aflame, thighs trapping his head against you. He flutters his eyes shut to taste your release on his tongue, and if you had half the mind left to look at his expression, you’d see a near-drunken lazy grin that’s spread across his lips.

After you come down he places a quick peck to your clit, before licking his lips, wiping the remnants around his mouth with the back of his hand, “Ready to go?”

The gentle lulling of the car does nothing to take your mind off a storm of thoughts as he takes the familiar corners with ease. You can’t help but stare at the prominent bulge in his slacks, not threatening to go down any time soon. With a quick clearing of your throat, you finally draw your eyes to his face, “Don’t you want to get off, too?”

Koutaro’s expression almost makes you feel like you’ve asked the stupidest question you possibly could, as if your suggestion was utterly unreasonable, “What do you mean?” You shrug your shoulders awkwardly, “Usually when people have quickies it’s like a mutual gain, no?”

He hums in thought, “Is it?” Bokuto tears his eyes from the road for a moment to curiously study your face. You scoff lightly, even though his response is making you question everything you know for some reason, “I mean, don’t you want to do something about that?” Your eyes naturally trail back down to his lap as you point a finger like a reference is needed. Koutaro follows your gaze for a moment, his cheeks flushing as he turns his attention back to pulling into the parking lot, “It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs honestly.

You can hardly believe him sometimes. With a roll of your eyes, you unbuckle your seatbelt, inching closer to him, “Isn’t it uncomfortable? Don’t you want some help with that?” Your suggestive smirk is not lost on him, his cheeks going a shade or two darker in a wordless response. Finally, he parks the car, sliding his shaky hands down the wheel, “Only if you want.”

Who is he kidding? Of course there’s nothing more that you want than this. You relish the sharp inhale of breath that shoots through his lips as you reach over to the zipper of his pants, sparing him a quick glance, he nods encouragingly at you. You swallow hungrily as you tug at the zipper, briefly registering the way his breath becomes shallow and ragged once you slip him out of his boxers.

A droplet of precum is already rolling down his blushy tip, beckoning you to finish the job. “You were seriously gonna eat dinner like this?” You snicker, squeezing his cock lightly before giving in and fisting it at a swift pace. He bites the back of his hand, shuddering at the feeling of your hand working him towards a rapidly nearing finish line.

“Thank you,” is all he can manage to shudder, head thrown back against the seat with a loud groan as you move your hand even quicker. Thank you seems to be the only two words he knows as you carry on, littering kisses against his neck that make his temperature rise. He repeats the words like a prayer to you as he gets even closer, eyes glassy with pleasure as he barely manages to register you leaning forward, pressing a sweet kiss to the throbbing tip of his cock. That’s all he seems to have the capacity for, slumping forward as he cums thick white ribbons across your face with a final cry of thank you.

You sit still for a moment, then sit up, looking at him with awe, “Is that really all it took?” You tease, leaning into his touch as he tries his best to wipe the mess off of your face with a softened touch. His cheeks are still bright red, a thin film of sweat beginning to form at his hairline. Koutaro can’t help himself, bringing you forward into a sweet kiss, surely tasting the remnants of himself on your tongue.

“I love you.” He murmurs with a dopey grin, tilting his head to stare at you with admiration. You flush slightly, then recover with a humorous smirk, shaking your head, “I love you, too,” you peer down again, “now zip your pants up, loverboy, we’re late to dinner.”

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro smut #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #🐚nsfw #🍧writing #☁️bokuto

227 notes · View notes