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itto's special days:

Content: Female reader (so female anatomy), size kink, heat, breeding kink.

Note: I'm still trying to learn how to write more gender neutral stuff but I always end up making it so difficult to imagine any other thing :(( I'm sorry for those that do not read this type of content! This is kinda messy, so any suggestions are abs valid! This is not revised so there may be grammar issues or simiar stuff :(

Itto is always so naive and innocent that it is no surprise that when you finally get enough courage to ask him out, he doesn't even think about it, quickly saying yes to your confession despite the surprised looks of the gang.

The first days are just the same as before you and him were partners, running around Inazuma having fun while avoiding that Itto got in trouble in any type of way. At first it was fun, at least you didn't have to endure that ankward phase during the first period of time when the couple has recently begin, but you desired for both of you to get some alone time, so you finally decided to talk it with the rest of the gang (except itto), they all quickly agreed, even apologizing for not being able to read the room, so they decided to give you a few days for you to spend time with him.

The next morning you woke up, losing no time to get to itto's home, he was still slept when you arrived, so you entered, he was still laying in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and body, mouth slightly open and messy hair pointing all directions. You let a small laugh out, he looked so cute and goofy at the same time, as if he had heared you, his body suddenly moved, the sheets allowing you to see his whole chest exposed, his muscles flexing as he moved, why was it getting kind of...perverted?

You decided to leave him be, going to buy a few ingredients to make him something to eat as some kind of loving act, but when you arrived everything went downhill...

Itto was in his bed still, but now he was completely awaken, body sweating buckets, hair sticking to his body, the sheets were laying on the floor and itto kept on moving in his bed, you quickly left the ingredients and sat close to him, putting your hands on his forehead, his temperature was so high that it was almost scary.

"Hey Itto, are you ok?" You asked, your voice a little shacky from the tense moment, he slowly turned, eyes foggy and dilatated pupils.

"Hey... oh uhm... yeah, just kinda... sick? I think I caugh something last night after throwing myself into the sea... not a good idea, I should have listened to you all" He chuckled a little, trying to turn around in the bed, the sheets were still tangled around his body, so he was unable to completely move. You got close to him, helping him to move around and acommodating the sheets so he had no trouble moving. He smiled softly, not talking as much as he did the rest of days.

"Compadre, you should not come here, it would be real bad if you got sick you know? I'm a strong oni, so of course I have no issue with some little cold--" Just as he said that, he almost faded, eyes completely unfocused and a lost expression.

"Itto, you're definitly not good by yourself, just wait a moment, I'll go buy some medicine!" You were about to leave the room, but he quickly grabbed you, his hand feeling extremely hot, his grip was strong, but he quickly weakened it as soon as he realized how much pressure he had made on your small wrist (at least compared to her big hand).

"Could you...stay with me? I mean, I think I'm feeling a lil' better since you came..." Itto's eyes looked almost like the ones of a puppy, big and teary eyes, you were perhaps way too enchanted with him to realize how Itto's marks (the ones that surrounded all of his body) were starting to get... larger? Their colour was changing to a darker tone of red, even his horns were a little bigger than usual. You allowed him to push you closer to him, perhaps way too close for what you were used to be. He let you stay there, maybe too far from him as he would like, but he was not as sick as to not realize how tense you were. So he tried to hide it, his raging erection hurting a little under the sheets, almost making him cry everytime his member made any type of contact against the fabric. He tried to hard to control himself, you had started to go out not long time ago, so of course he couldn't just jump on top of you, taking you right there and now! That was until you decided to get (way too) close to him, your hand caressing his forehead, your other hand supporting yourself on his chest, the clothes that you were wearing allowed him to catch a small glimpse of your chest, his mind getting even more foggy just from imagining how he wanted to take you from the hips and kiss that beautiful skin that was making him lose the little sanity he had left. So he just did, he suddenly moved, his big hands surrounding your hips, he took your whole body as if you were made of the lightest material and put you on top of him, his erection pushing against your butt, his hand running against your clothing.

"Hey... I'm so sorry baby, I... I think my uh... my oni nature is kind of awaking?... Grandma told me a little about it but I never paid too much attention cause... you know, I'm the great Itto, of course I was not going to fall for some dumb inherent thing, you know?... My...my mind is so dizzy right now, it's just like that time when the gang tried to celebrate by drinking so much sake..." He tried to speak, his words sometimes mumbled rather than spoken. You tried to pay attention to his words, you really tried, but the feeling of both his member against your lower half and how there was a lingering sweet smell surrounding the air made it so difficult, you were also starting to feel light-headed.

"Do you...do you think you can help me, baby? Please...I'll promise I'll control it better next time, but my...thing is hurting so bad, will you help me please? Pretty please, I'm sure your cute little womb can help me, yeah?" His fangs were bigger, somehow resembling more the ones that onis tended to have in paintings. You silently nodded, your body was in flames and your head was not that able to make cohesive sentences. Just as soon as he saw you nod, he quickly got on top of you, uncovering his completely naked body, his muscles were shiny from the sweat that was running down his whole body, he lost no time, his hands pulling from your clothes and somehow breaking all the clothes that were getting in the way of what he wanted so badly. There you were, under him, your body was completely naked, you tried to hide it a little, kind of ashamed as it was the first time that he had seen you completely naked, but he quickly took your hands, putting each on the sides of your head and kissing your lips, you were able to feel his raging erection on your stomach.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be able to keep it any longer, but I promise it won't hurt, the oni heat is able to cause some kind of fake heat on normal humans..." Despite the whole situation, Itto was still as innocent as always, always caring about the people he loved and trying to avoid hurting them as much as possible. He positioned his length and slowly inserted, letting a deep groan when he finally put his whole thing inside of you, he was making you feel stuffed, almost making you cry from the overstimulation.

Without losing any more time, he took your body, letting your legs be wrapped around his torso and moving his hips as if he was only able to chase his own release, the whole bedroom was surrounded with dirty sounds, from moans to slaps that formed from the contact of your bodies. Your slick allowed him to move as fast as he wanted, his hands still intertwined with yours, his mind was completly lost at that point, only being able to hear small beggings and pleas from him "Baby... i love you so much... i love you i love you... let me fill you up... let me get that pretty pussy filled with my seed... i'll be such a good father... god, you're taking me so good... i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm being so rough with you... but I don't think I would be able to stop even if I wanted..." You were able to feel how his member started to twitch, so you knew he was close to releasing himself, he suddenly moved you, he was still on top of you but you were somehow able to see his whole chest and face on top of you, your brain had turned into mush by the moment you were able to hear Itto babble something "Gonna cum, gonna make you a mommy... God you're so pretty... so pretty baby..." Just as soon as you felt his seed filling your womb, he kissed your neck, leaving bitting marks all over it and then kissing your lips, your body becoming limp as soon as he filled you, almost feeling as if your tummy had also been filled.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he took you in between his arms, your bodies still sticky from all the "exercise" you both had done. "I uh...kinda went overboard there... I swear that as soon as I gain some strength in my legs i'll go running to get you something... I'm sorry for being so rough baby... My mind kind of... blacked out?" He peppered some kisses all over your face, cleaning some of the salive that fell from your lips during the whole thing. He put you on top of his chest, being able to hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, making you quickly doze off.

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I need them desperately. At the same time. Two himbo men tossing me around as they please. Then one on top one beneath me. Using me till they are satisfied. Till my holes are filled with their cum mixed together :3 making this a contest who will breed me better

Please I need someone to write a fanfic about that this is my favorite duo ever Itto and Sett <3

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I need him to breed me and tell me that I’m his good little girl. I need him to absolutely destroy me treat me like a whore and then cuddle me to sleep and kiss my forehead :3 I need the no protection no lube all night comments to become real. Need him to slap me for every time I try to say something and fill me with his cvm to the brim.

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New character ai option going crazy :pp definitely using it for scientific purposes :3

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A Different Source of Protein

Pairing: Keishin Ukai x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, stress release, praise, smoking, locker room sex, dirty talk, encouragement, titjob, cum swallowing

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: This man is insanely attractive to me.

"Swear to God those kids are gonna drive me insane some day." Ukai inhaled and exhaled the deep, rich smoke of his cigarette. The smoke only made the locker room stuffier, the closed windows and door muffling your choked gasps but also preventing fresh air from getting in. But it also meant that you could focus on your boyfriend's taste and scent more. "Good thing I got you, my precious stress reliving girlfriend."

His eyes met your teary ones as you swallowed around his cock against, struggling to take all of him. At times you regretted that you had a boyfriend with such a girthy cock. Your pussy usually got the full brunt of it, this time it was your throat that got stretched out by it.

You mumbled around the girth as you pressed your tongue flat against the underside. "Ah, you're right. I just gotta put up with them I guess. They're not that bad you know. Not enough to make me wanna have kids of my own, no way." You brought ip the subject before.

Before he always danced around it. Funny how he brought it up now when your mouth was too busy with his cock. Clever.

You whined around it, letting your feeling be known as you bobbed your head back and forth, hand reaching to play with his full balls. "All this cum. It's a shame to let it go to waste." You retorted as you carefully sucked on the tip.

"It won't if you keep your mouth open." Ukai's smirk was knowing, you wouldn't let his cum go to waste, you never did. "Gotta give you your daily dose of protein baby." He smoothed his free hand through your hair. Pushing the cocktip deeper with a forward thrust he felt you open up and swallow once more. Your throat was ready for him this time.

Using your tits you warmed up the rest of his cock every time you pulled back. Making sure to always leave the red, cum-dripping tip in.

This pleased him greatly. His stress began to melt away the harder his cock twitched. It pulsed between your soft tits, getting hotter by the second.

"That's it, that's my good stress doll. Your tits are so soft baby, if you keep this up I'll come in no time." You knew he would, he was close. The ache between your legs was so bad but you couldn't reach down, you had to keep squeezing your breasts against his hard cock. "Catch it all baby, catch my load. Mmhm, gonna give you a huge one." Ukai's hair fell from its combed back place, over his tan forehead.

A big creamy load just for you.

You doubled your efforts, massaging faster, sucking with more intent. With a strained grunt Ukai released, his hips and hand planted against the bench. The cigarette lay forgotten in the ashtray, you demanded both his hands in your hair, his full attention as your throat strained with each gulp.

"Those things... are gonna kill you... someday." You warned, out of breath as you eventually pulled back, lips and tits perfectly clean.

"I smoke for stress release. But if you want me to quit we could do things like this more ofte- ouch!" He yelped as you fondled his balls a bit too hard and too quick after his orgasm. Ukai winced but it quickly turned into a sigh as you kissed the effected spot. "Baby, I can't go so fast again."

"I know. This was punishment, or a reward, whichever you like more." His soft cock stirred. "Put your pants back on. I want a hot shower and fast. And I don't mean here, our shower." There was never enough room in the ones here to fit the both of you and keep you both warm at the same time. These were designed with one person in mind.

But the one you had back home? Different story.

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thinking about high sex with johnnie😮‍💨 i love your fics btw🙏

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a/n:YESSSS it would be so intimate and shit,also i wrote this high so if it’s a little off yk why😭

you and johnnie were sitting outside at his and Jake’s shared house. his lighter lied flat on the table as he took a large hit from the joint he had just lit before passing it to you.

bringing it to your lips you take in a smaller breath before breathing out the smoke, johnnie exhaling by the time you inhaled

“have you ever shotgunned before” he asks as he takes a hit from the joint between his fingers.

you shook your head no at his question sure you had seen it be done but you hadn’t tried it yourself.

he nods as he breathes the smoke out before handing the roll between his fingers to you. he tells you to take a hit and then blow the smoke into his mouth,soon after you bring the joint to your lips.

you took a hit and did as Johnnie said,you slowly exhaled into his mouth your lips barely touching.once you had pulled apart he inhaled before exhaling once again.

the two of you repeated this several times,giggling at ‘how close your lips were yet so far away’

by now the there was about quarter left and you and johnnie were already pretty fucked up and therefore decided to ash it before putting it back in a swishers bag

“m’ hungry” you say to johnnie as you stumble through the patio door that lead to the kitchen.

he follows you into the kitchen wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you while you searched the kitchen for food.

it’s not until then you feel his hard cock poking against your back side making you turn around with a giggle.

with his hands on your waist you placed your around his neck before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

the kiss grew more intense as the effects of the weed had now fully kicked in. after a couple more moments he pulled away,his lips were slightly swollen and he had a dazed look in his eyes

you had been pressed against the counter as johnnie tapped the sides of your thighs signaling for you to sit up on the counter.

you sat atop the counter before pulling johnnie into yet another kiss,this one more sensual and needy.

his lips trailed from your mouth to your neck as he began to suck gently on your sweet spot,leaving a hickey as he then slid his hands up your shirt resting them on your waist

“can i take this off baby?” he asks looking up at you to which you nod. he slides the shirt over your head,your breasts now visible to him. He groped your tits before placing small kisses down them.

you moaned softly before you softly spoken “johnnie please” you whined “i need you”

your words were enough for him to quickly rid himself of his pants as you did the same. he pulled your panties to the side,sliding his cock between your folds. coating his cock with your slick.

you let out a moan as he slowly slid into you,one of your hands holding onto the counter while the other held onto johnnie’s hair.

“feels so good” he practically whimpers into your ear as he burries his head in the crook of your neck.

the weed coursing through your veins heightened every feeling. you almost felt like you were floating as your boyfriend continued to ram his cock in and out of you.

your body began to grow limp as you told Johnnie you were close,which he could tell judging by the way you clenched around him.

it was so sloppy and you loved every second of it,you couldn’t tell if you loved him so much or if you were just really really high but johnnie looked ethereal,his hair sticking to his forehead as he kept rutting his hips in and out of you, the kitchen light behind him shadowing some of his features

within seconds you came all over Johnnie’s cock a loud moan eliciting as he came deep inside you,his cum dripping out of you and onto the surface below.

he pulled out despite you still clenching around him,his hands at your puffy cunt as he let the cum pool on his fingers before sliding it back inside of you

he then begins to pepper kisses along your thighs until he gets into his knees, his chin resting in between your legs as he looks up at you with needy eyes practically begging for you to give him just one more orgasm

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can you do geto with pervert corruption kink? your writing is so fucking filthy and I love it!!!!

⊹ ₊ ˚𓂃 ⸝⸝ ᥫ᭡ PERVERT GETO

◖ getoxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, corruption kink, warning this is really filthy, pervert, breeding kink, squirting ◗

today is the day. today is the day geto will get what he wants. today is the day geto will get what he dreamed of. today is the day geto gets to live his little nasty fantasy. today is the day geto will finally get to feel your soft, plump body against his- that's if, if only if everything goes according to his plan, and be demanded getos plans will always work.

"ah here you are suguru!" you slowly wave your hand at geto as he makes his way toward your cabin, the cabin where you and gojo have been living for the past few months, he would be lying if he said he isn't jealous of his dear childhood friend. keeping you all to himself. gojo and geto have always shared everything, even the stupid childish dream about living without curses- they both shared it, so what about you? why is saturo so selfish that he can't share you with him? part of geto doesn't blame his friend because if he had you. he would split the ocean in half before giving you to anyone.

geto smiles softly at you. waving back, he smiles even wider once he sees the way you're hopping from leg to leg- clearly just as excited as he is to meet you.

"careful y/n don't want you hurting yourself on my watch." he speaks out once he's in a close distance to get a good look at the gorgeous goddess in front of him, cheeks flushed from hopping around, grinning from ear to ear, hair slightly messy because of the cold breeze that's hitting both of you.

you playfully role your eyes "don't worry suguru I'm a grown woman, of course i wouldn't hurt myself in such a silly way like you do." getos cheeks flush remembering the embarrassing moments of him being clumsy around you."aw your ears are getting red no need to be embarrassed geto" you say while gently rubbing his ear between your finger tips- trying to rub his redness away. getos breath hitch this little act of yours, you have no idea- no idea what you do to your so called "sweet" suguru.

"im not embarrassed, it's just because it's cold outside" geto mumbles, you let out a little mhm while you move your hand away folding them close to your body, making your breast slightly peark up.

"if you so say, now get inside don't want you catching a cold on my watch" you say teasingly micking him- now it's his turn to roll his eyes at you. both of you make it inside the warm cabin, it wasn't to small or to big, it was just enough the perfect size for two new happy couple. it was the perfect size to cuddle and fuck in, if geto was the one with you here- he would have fucked you in every inch of this cabin, print his cock in you everywhere, claim you in every inch so everytime he isn't here, you would remember the way he fucked you in every corner- but today there isn't ifs because he's gonna make it happen, after all he's geto.

you happily sip the last bit of the soup geto has made for both you.

"I didn't know you were a chef suguru- I guess every day the huge brain of yours learn something new" geto blushes a little before snorting at your little comment about his brain "it's nothing special, it's just a soup recipe I learned from my grandpa, that he used to make when I was sick" he says while staring at the way you happily rub at your cute little tummy, that he has noticed grew a little since the last time he saw you- it's not that he minds oh no it makes him more eager to touch you- to squeeze your little stomach while he eats you out, holding you in place by your tummy.

"still it made both of me and my baby happy" you say cheekly not realizing what you just said till geto drops his spoon.

"y... your baby?" geto repeats making sure he heard you right, making you realize what you just said- your eyes widen and you stand up quickly making the chair you were sat on fall with a thud.

"NO- oh god no im not pregnant or anything!" you hurriedly say as if geto thinking your pregnant is your hugest fear, he stare at you confused.

"then why did you-" he was cut off by you "it's just me and gojo been acting as if im pregnant and saying cheesy stuff-" you say as if that makes any sense "I don't know why but it's been gojos new thing to act as if im pregnant so it just rubbed off on me I guess" you mumble hoping the big guy would understand what you mean- you finally got the courage to look up at him, and it catches you off surprise what you see- you have never seen geto with such a dark expression on his face, he was clenching his hand into a fist under the table. you were not sure what to say.

so that's what gojo been up to huh. breeding his lovely y/n. trapping you so he won't be able to have you. the thought of that made geto fume in rage, how many times have gojo fucked you and breed you full with his cum? how many times have gojo planted his seed inside of you pretending to impregnate you? geto won't let this happen, and tonight he will make sure of it. by marking his seed inside of you before gojo gets to steal that from him.

"it's.. it's fine it just got me off guard that you guys would have kept something as big as you being pregnant from me" geto stares at you with sad eyes- he has to keep the innocent act till he gets what he wants, he wasn't entirely lying. it would make him really upset if you guys kept such thing hidden from him.

"no no no no suguru- you know you would be the first person we would tell if that ever happens right?" you say panickly "yea I know".

soon after the sun has disappeared and a gloomy dark weather has appeared- you had always since childhood hated rain and thunder, of course geto knew that- this is why he's here today. this is why he made a specific plan to be here at this time, at this weather, and mostly at a time where gojo wouldn't be around.

you stare at the window as your hear the soft drops of rain starting to fall- you frown "saturo won't make it today with such weather" you worriedly say and of course geto knew that I mean after all it was part of his plan-"yea looks like it".

loud thunder and heavy rain sounds fill the room. under the darkness of this room it lights up each time. after every thunder to, show a glimpse of you and geto laying together with only 1 blanket. 1 pillow. 1 bed.

"im sorry geto-its just... you know i can't handle the thunder" you softly whipser, shuffling next to him. of course again geto knew that, he knew that you would get scared to be alone in your room, he knew that you'd come to him seeking for comfort, and he knew he would give you that with no hesitation.

"it's alright. it's just like back when we were kids right?" geto mumbles shifting to turn around and look at your curled up back shivering from discomfort of the loud thunder. he slowly stretch his arms towards you. fingers itching to feel the warmth of you, once he reachs you- you stiff unsure how to feel about that "geto-" you were cut off by him shushing you gently while hooking his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

"shhhh it's okay. im here everything is going to be okay" he softly rock you against his chest- pressing your whole body warmth against his and god it felt so good to have you this close. finally he thought while pressing his nose against your hair- taking a deep breath of the cherry smell of your hair. finally he thought again. finally he can have you while slowly trailing his nose against your ear going lower and lower. finally he thought once more. finally he can get to mark his sweet little y/n.

"geto-" you breath out once more, feeling your childhood friend press his front against you- gently sucking your earlobe in his mouth, coating it with his warm spit.

"what are you doing-" you gently tug, trying to escape his grasp- not realizing you accidentally rubbed your ass on his already ragging hard on. geto hiss, realising your now spit-covered earlobe from his mouth "careful- don't want me cumming in my pants just yet"

you gasp you have never thought such a dirty words would come out of your dark haired innocent friend.

a loud thunder seems to snap you out to reality, you flinch at how loud it was- you couldn't even fully react because geto was already shushing you and gently rubbing your belly. "shhh it's okay baby I know, I know just let me take care of this okay hm? let me make you forget about this- you don't have to do anything just lay close to me while I make you feel so so so good, that you won't have to worry about the silly little thunder hm? "

you were confused, scared, shakey about what's happening this is why you hated rainy days because they always make you go blank- weak can't do anything, you didn't even realize that you were crying until you felt geto licking away a tear that dropped from your eye. his tongue felt warm and wet against your cold cheek.

"aw my little baby- don't cry I will take care of you, don't worry" he gently whispered still soothing your belly the only difference is that his hands are now under your shirt- making skin to skin contact with it. his hand felt so warm and comforting that you simply just sniffle and node to scared and confused to do anything else.

"such a good girl for me" geto mumbles against your neck while slowly lowering his hand from your belly- to your underwear trailing soft circles on top of your underwear.

he can feel your sweet little pussy throbbing under his hand- such a sweet pussy even through confusion your pussy is still so eager for him. he flickes your underwear up and slide his hand under- his groan is muffled by your neck, as he suck on it leaving a redish purple mark covered with his drool behind. he can feel how sticky and warm you were plusing under his touch- clenching around nothing so ready for one of his long fingers to slide right into your warmth.

he starts sucking on your delicate neck drung off the smell of you, as he rubes gentle circles on your clit- you let a whimper, you let out the sweetest whimper he ever heard. it made him go crazy because it finally hits him. he's making you his. he's making you feel good. he's touching your pussy. so warm so sticky so wet, he couldn't help himself from rocking his hips against your ass basically humping your ass while fingering you.

he goes faster. more aggressive- you couldn't help the loud whine that left you. clear warm liquid gushing out of you, coating his finger, he starts to hump you faster he can practically feel his percum soaking through his boxer.

he suddenly flips you into your back- him on top of you, earning a gasp out of you- you finally caught a look at him. he didn't look like the sweet geto you knew, he looked like an animal waiting to rut, his hair is messy, cheeks flushed, drool leaving his mouth and coating his puffy red lips. you couldn't help your gaze going down- he was huge who knew geto could hold such a weapon between his legs.

Impatiencly he slides your shorts and underwear off- he couldn't wait more to take a look at the sweet puffy pussy of yours. once it was free he left out a long groan- head dropping to take a closer look while hooking your legs around his shoulder.

"fuck y/n- look what the sight of your wet pussy do to me" he shakily says palming his dick out of his boxers. he was indeed huge, the long distance between the darkish hair around his base and the top but what caught your attention is the hot pink head and the white percum leaking out of it. it was a breathtaking sight you couldn't deny.

geto is shaking- he doesn't know why. is he shaking from excitement. is he shaking from how nasty he is. is he shaking because he knows it's fucked up or is he shaking because he can't wait to eat the wet creamy pussy in front of him- he doesn't waste any more time and dig right into his meal.

the thunder is long gone. it stopped and the only sound left in this room was the wet, sucking and licking sounds your pussy is making for geto.

geto slowly raise his head, you thought he was finished but the way he holds your eyes tells you something different- he maintain eye contact while slowly spitting, letting the drool leave his mouth and land directly on your clit. this time it was you who couldn't hold out your moan. once he started to suck on your clit again it's over for you.

you squirt all over his face, clear liquid gushing out of your pretty pussy- geto couldn't believe it, but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth and letting all the squirt go directly into his mouth. it's like he's drinking out of a holy fountain of a goddess, and this sent him over the edge- white hot cum spurts out of his angry dick and lend on your thighs.

your body was shaking, you could barely keep your eyes open after this. the only thing you heard before falling into deep sleep was "rest y/n because we're not done yet".

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐢

☆ arataki itto × fem! reader

cw(s): afab! reader, blood from reader's first time, description of itto's cock, mentions of pain, pounding, use of condom !

nsfw below cut!

after a heavy makeout session with itto during cuddling, as you felt something prod and poke at your butt. you slightly shifted to glance down, only to get a slightly shaky exhale from itto.

"...sorry, gimme a sec in the bathroom and I'll be back."

he murmured quietly, a bit embarrassed from his his angry erection as he didn't dare to meet your eyes. to his surprise, you stayed seated on his lap, and instead you cupped his cheeks, turning his face towards yours.

"you don't need to...I think I'm ready."

itto's eyes went round as he gulped, gently lifting you up before laying you down on the bed.

"... sure about it? I don't want ya to feel pressured because I—" itto was quickly shut up as you pulled him in for a kiss. you smiled, nodding after the kiss broke. "I'm sure, you big doofus."

it was adoring, really, watching as his big hands shook when he clumsily undressed you. itto tried his best to carefully take your bra off, but he struggled as you quietly laughed at his distress over the simple hooks. you helped him out before he continued trailing kisses down your tummy.

soon, with a hook of his fingers around the band of your panties, your cunt laid bare, slightly glistening. feeling shy, your legs instinctively closed, but his voice was soft as he opened up your legs, his lips gently nipping and kissing at your thighs.

"... I n-needa prep you, right?" itto mumbled, feeling nervous as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, your arousal coating his fingers as he dipped one inside. "is this o-okay...?" he asked in a worried tone, watching your expression slightly scrunch.

you nodded, taking his hand gently in your own to guide him.

"you can add more, itto... I'm not as fragile as you think."

"o-of course you're not...! I know that you're stronger than you look, sweet girl." he huffed, gaining a sudden sense of fake confidence as he inserted another finger, increasing the speed just slightly, pumping and curling his fingers slightly.

your arousal covered his hand soon enough, and you tugged lightly on his hair to tell him so.

itto hastily dropped his pants, his cock slapping and hitting his stomach as it stuck out proud. he was shaking a bit as he unwrapped a condom and slid it on his length. his length was certainly girthy, and long enough for you to slightly waiver. itto noticed how worried you were from the way your brows slightly furrowed, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to remind you.

"I'll go slow, don't worry..." he murmured softly with a big grin, reaching down to hold your smaller hand in his big hand. his other hand went to grab his dick, lining it up with your wet entrace before he very slowly pushed.

a slight whimper came from your throat as you cried out a bit, feeling the stretch from just his tip alone, to be too much.

"...c-cant! ittooo... s' too much."

"yeah, you can... what happened to not being fragile, hm?"

itto bit his lip and cooed softly, gently wiping away the tears in your eyes as he continued to rock his hips further in.

with his cock fully nestled in your warmth, you let out an exasperated and shaky sigh, still adjusting as you gave his hand a tight squeeze. itto stayed as still as a statue, afraid to hurt you.

"I think... you can move now. go slow, okay? you have to promise." itto nodded, murmuring out a "I promise to." before he pulled out until his tip, and thrusted back in slowly. the motion continued until itto started to speed up, the clench of your cunt and melodic whines of his name coming from your lips being too much to bear.

his curved dick perfectly hit that one spot, causing you to cry out a bit louder than earlier, itto noticed as he began to abuse and bully his cock deeper inside.

"I'm y-your one and only, right?" he let out a small growl, feeling a bit possessive as he took all of your glory in at once, only wanting to have you to himself. his hands squeezed and squished at your skin, fondling your breasts and gripping at your hips.

you felt as if he was reaching your cervix as you nodded, the look in his eyes was loving as he peppered wet kisses along your neck, biting and leaving some love bites.

though the moment was sweet, it was quite lewd as the sound of skin slapping and squelching of your pussy was heard audibly despite the combined moans from both you and itto.

"f-fuck... you're so tight," he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "squeezin' so hard 'round my cock, b-baby."

his comments flew past your head as your eyes rolled back and mouth laid agape from pleasure. you were focused on the veins of his cock dragging against your walls, and his tip hitting the deepest part in you.

"i-itto, itto, itto...! I'm sooo cloooseee...!" you cried out, feeling your climax come quickly.

"shit— cum f' me... cum for your one and oni." itto reached down to gently rub at your clit and assist you with your climax. with a broken moan, you came, throwing you head back on the pillow as you gripped onto his forearms tightly.

the tight and fluttering of your walls led itto to come shortly after you, his hips stuttering as he rode his high and came into the condom.

both of you basked in the afterglow for a bit before itto pulled out and pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the trash can in the room.

without a word, he ran off to go get a warm towel to clean you up. itto opened a bottle of water and gently helped you gulp a bit down before he joined you back in bed, big spooning as he pushed your face into his plush chest.

"where'd you learn all of that from?" you murmured, quirking up a brow. the oni before you scratched his head with a big and guilty smile on face.

"...what good would it be if your one and oni didn't even know the basics? I had to study at least a bit."

"that was soooo bad." your tone was playful as you hugged him back with a happy and content grin.

the atmosphere was happy and quiet before you felt something hard poke at your thighs this time. you groaned as you were met with his stupid and unashamed smile, his little fangs clearly showing from how big his lips stretched.

"one more round? 'promise I'll be gentle."

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Jujutsu kaisen’s men made me feel like a pervert.

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Geto letting virgin! Choso fuck you, his girlfriend, so that he could experience having his dick in a wet pussy for the first time. <3

cw: smut, choking, slightly guided sex, choso breeds you cause he’s lost in your tightness

Geto guiding him to slide into your tight warmth, a whimper leaving your mouth as he bottomed out all of his 8 inches.

He starts slow- inexperienced hips thrusting sloppily into you. His pace getting faster when he groaned at how good it felt. Geto smirked from his seat, encouraging Choso to put you in all your favorite positions before settling on the one he liked most.

His hips slamming roughly onto yours as his dick hit deep against your walls. Choso was lost in his own world, his eyes shut in pleasure as you tightened around his cock, relishing in the way you were loudly moaning his name.

“Choke her, she loves that.” Geto suggested, ignoring the throbbing of his dick in his sweats.

Choso nodded with his own moan, wrapping his hand around your neck and watching as you cried out loudly. Your stomach tightened as his cock relentlessly hit the right spot, eyes rolling back with a series of loud scream like moans.

“She’s noisy, you’re doing good.” Geto chuckled.

Your boyfriend’s words were incoherent in Choso’s ears, his grip on your throat tightening along with the twitch of his cock. His mouth hung open as he chased his release, fucking harshly into you while tears began welling in your eyes.

Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising up and down as you mewled and cried. Choso’s hand reaching to curiously twist your pert nipple. Eyes widening when it pulled a loud moan out of you. He leaned down to take the soft flesh if your breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple while still rocking into you.

He was so close.

“Now rub her clit.” Geto instructed, watching as you became a moaning mess under the younger male. Choso’s hands rubbing messily at your clit, the extra stimulation to the sensitive bud making your body tremble.

You let out a mewl, “Ch- osooo— ‘m cumming, fuckkk.” you cried. Legs shaking and your hips arching off the bed as you squirted for him. Your pussy clenching as it gushed round his cock, coating his thighs in your wetness.

Geto whistled, “Even made my girl squirt.”

Choso let out a cracked moan, his thrusts becoming rhythmless as his balls slapped against your ass. Cock still grazing your gummy walls despite how slippery your insides were. “O-oh f-fuck-” he stuttered out, his abs tensing as his cock throbbed within you.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum in her.” Geto warned.

Choso letting out a whine as he felt himself on the edge. He was moaning and groaning so loud, his body trembling in short quivers with his eyes rolling back. His breathing heavy as he fell onto you, unable to hold himself up as he rut into your pussy. “Am sorry.” he moaned.

Geto scowled, “Choso.”

Choso shook his head, “‘M so sorr-yyy” with that, the male came in you, body going limp and his mouth open in soft grunts as he spilled rope after rope of his sticky cum into you. Painting your insides in the thick white substance. There was so much of it. And you whimpered as you felt yourself getting fuller.

Choso let out a sigh of content, his eyes ready to close as he lazily looked up at you with a shy smile. His head rested between your tits and his thick cock twitching in you once more since he refused to pull out. You couldn’t help but smile, he was too cute, running your fingers through his fluffy black hair. You’d let it slide.

But Geto…

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my other works

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TRAIN YOU RIGHT | Sett x FemReader.

Word count : 1,627k.

Tags : NSFW! coercion,slight humiliation, mindbreak, manipulation, dacryphilia, fingering.

Content :

Working for Sett isn't the easiest thing in the world despite him not being home all the time. He is 24/7 working at the pits and when he isn't at work he is visiting his ma'. But whenever he is around...God you wish for him to just go straight to sleep and leave you alone, it's not that he is bad, i mean he even allows you to keep this job despite you being so incompetent just because he knows you need it and because his mom told him he needed someone to help him around the house.

Sett has been known for having a temper, despite all your mistakes and faults he never shouts at you, he doesnt even blame you, he only gives you a sight and a slight look of dissapointment... kind of like he doesn't even bother to look at you anymore.

You can only be thankful he is letting you get away with everything, not being blamed, not being punished and most importantly with keeping your job. You have seen what he does to the people who let him down after all...

After another long day of Sett working at the pits you hear the main door of the house open while you stay washing the dishes, you already know it's him and how he is when he gets home, so you don't even want to disturb him.

Despite hearing his steps getting closer you don't notice when he gets behind you.

"Hey did you already got m-" Sett was just trying to ask you if you got all of your chores done before he came home. His voice is loud and deep, you can't help but jump a little when you hear him just suddenly from behind that you didn't even noticed you let go of the glass cup that you were cleaning, the one that his mom got him just last week.

You don't even try to move or say anything, you already know he has been so patient with you, so you just wait... steady, in silence; Waiting for him to finally snap at you.

All you hear is him sighing...again....like always, his sighing is so familiar to you, you could even swear you hear that everyday.

"Do i really need to teach you how to do things properly?" Sett said in a gentle, hushed tone, his face was completely serious.

"Im sorry what?" you replied quietly, he almost never directs a word to you, his words were abrupt and direct sending you in a state of fright and confusion you couldn't quite process what he meant by that despite him being very clear.

"You are always messing things up here, do i need to teach you how to do things properly?" he said gently as he got closer to you and grabbed your hands in a soft manner, like he noticed you were afraid and he was trying to give you a sense of safety.

"I-I'm sorr-" you couldn't even finish before he interrupted you.

"Please don't even bother" he sighed in dissapointment "I can't really believe how useless you are..." he said softly, looking at you innocently while caressing your hands. His words were cold and sharp.

Such a contradiction between his touch and his words. this situation felt so unreal, your heart and mind were racing.

"I mean i really give you everything you could ever want here... dont i? You stay at my house, i put food in your plate, money in your bag, you are safe in my home and you can't even do a single thing properly around here" he said as he held your face, his gaze was gentle and soft, almost as he was feeling bad saying this things to you, like he didn't really meant to

Tears started to fall down your face, you felt your face burning red in shame, you were breaking right in front of him and you can't even hide it.

"Awww come on, don't cry... you are going to ruin that pretty face of yours" he said as he gave you a small peck on the side of your mouth, still holding your face, he really was enjoying seeing you cry before him.

he didn't just wanted you.

he wanted to dissect every good part of you until you were nothing but a needy useless mess just for him.

"Can you admit it? Can you admit you are being so ungrateful and useless? Just say it so we can move on m'kay?" he said in a positive tone while pulling you closer to him, like he was just trying to make you feel better but his words were mean and hurtful, he was making you even more confused, he sounded so convinced you even started thinking maybe he was right.

"..." you cried silently trying to debate if he was right or not.

"Come on, can you be good at least for once...for me, hmm?" he asked softly, so close to you that your lips were almost touching, his hands caressing the sides of your face, his voice was smooth and clear, every word piercing right trought your mind.

".....Y-Yes, i have been so bad with you Sett, a-and you have done so much for me... i-i just want to be good" you hiccuped crying and crumbling in his warm touch.

"Atta' girl, soo good and just for me" he said and gave you a soft smile while holding your face tight with just one hand so you could look straight at him, you felt so embarrased to be in this situation and you felt guilty about it.

"It seems i have a lot of work to do with you" his grip on your face getting tighter while his free hand started to roam down your body, the tip of his fingers exploring carefully every inch of you.

The atmosphere was getting thicker, his words being sharp, his body being so close to you, his touch being both agressive and caring. Your mind was so confused, everything was so contradictory, your mind wasnt making any sense, all you could feel was him, his hot warm breath against your mouth, his hands roaming into your body, you were crying, you were feeling guilty and so ashamed you can't do anything about it,you are now being so vulnerable, melting into his hands allowing him to take control of you.

"Open your mouth for me" he only had to say it once. Your reaction was quick, almost instantaneous, you opened your mouth just as he commanded, you didn't even thought about asking why, you can't even think straight at this point, your head even is starting to feel dizzy from all these intense emotions in such short time, you can't do anything except just let it happen. he put two of his fingers in your mouth "Lick" he commanded; you covered his fingers in your saliva obeying as he said, you are just trying to be good at least for once. "Such a Good girl" he praised while taking out his fingers giving you a slight look of approval.

Those words were like a sweet poison to you.

His coated fingers started to caress your lower lips taking his time finding your clit in such a slow and gentle way it was driving you crazy already. "Feeling good hm?" he said quietly in your ear while massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves, his voice was so hypnotizing and his touch so comforting; All you could think about was him, feeling him. You barely even heard him,all you could do was to nod silently in approval. Your breathing was hot and shaky, your heart was beating so hard you could even feel it in your ears. "So lovely" he laughed.

He pushed his large fingers trough your plushy walls "Aahg-! S-Sett!" you cried out, this whole situation already got you so stimulated you felt like you were going to pass out. "You can handle it, do it for me" he cooed while looking at you, his eyes never leaving you, he really can't miss a single moment of this.

"I-I don't think i can do it s-sett i fee-" you breathed out trying to get out your words between your crying and hitched breathing, you were a complete mess. "I'll help you out then" he said before grabbing you by the hair and push your face down into the kitchen counter, lifting up your skirt and taking down your underwear to have full access to your sensitive area. putting in again two fingers easily "God they literally slided in, you really are enjoying this huh?" his fingers started to go in and out aggresively; your moaning was loud like a cry of pleasure. You could feel a small fraction of his strenght like this, if it wasnt for the counter giving you support you literally wouldn't be able to handle him.

"Please, Make a mess for me...be good and cum for me" it was almost as if your body responded to him, like he was literally controlling your body, your walls started to tighten around his fingers, he was massaging that sweet spot inside of you helping you reach your relase "S-Settright! G-gonna-cum!" you cried out while coating his fingers in your juices, breathing heavily, giving in to your dizzy head.

"You did great pretty girl, i knew you could do it" he praised you while cleaning his hand in your clothes, "clean this mess before heading to sleep, 'kay?" "Oh and i'll have to discount the cup from your pay" he said while heading out of the kitchen.

"I'll se you again tomorrow" he said before closing the kitchen door leaving you inside completely soaked and ruined.

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MAPPA is really trying to compensate us for all the trauma

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18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, deception, dubcon, slight perversion

my au where i create timelines and this makes sense ok

geto suguru was always gentle with you in every sense of the word. he never raised his voice at you, always holding a soft tone even in argument. he never snapped at you, never chose a reason to fight, and never found a reason to be upset with you.

suguru was gentle in bed too. when your lips were wrapped around his cock, he never pushed you enough to choke you. instead, he’d softly hold the head of hair you had, never guiding, but holding it there in assurance. when you rode him, he’d help you when your thighs began to burn and you got tired, hands lifting you up and down his length until you found your own sweet pleasure. and when he was overtop of you? he was pressing gentle kisses to your chest despite the way he’d fuck you to the point in which you wouldn’t have a single thought to worry about

suguru was a really good boyfriend.

when he had people to meet that took him into the late hours of the night, he’d be quiet when walking into your bedroom, a small grin leaving his lips as he sees the lights turned off. the only light in the room was coming from the screen of your phone that you were laid in bed, scrolling through.

he changed into pajamas, something he usually wouldn’t do, but he had a long day. finding comfort in a soft pair of pants that you’d bought for him, deciding on a plain black t-shirt to accompany it.

and before you knew it, he was sliding into bed, big arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him while he kisses the back of your neck.

"missed you," suguru says, hand hesitating a moment before creeping under your shirt to rub your tummy, trying to get a touch of every inch of skin he was able to on your abdomen.

and you felt it from the moment his body made contact with yours, he was hard and you let out a laugh. "i can tell," you speak, and suguru let’s out a deep laugh, continuing to kiss the outline of your neck until he’s pressing kisses across your shoulder.

the man knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing where to kiss, where to touch, and how to get you a begging mess in a matter of seconds. but he didn’t want that now, he only wanted to lull you into sleep, fuck you till your brain is only begging for sleep and your eyes, to close.

the soft moans that creep their way between your lips in the quiet hours of night are music to his ears. giving him a green light that he was doing things right, that his hand was allowed to find the waist band of your pajama shorts and that he was allowed to pull them down your thighs.

"gonna make you sleep good, how does that sound, pretty thing?" he says, sliding down his own pants and then moving to find your entrance. your soft moan of approval against your pillow case makes suguru smile. you really were pretty.

his hand moved to find your wetness, running a finger from your clit and down to your entrance, moving back to rub circles into the bud that has your legs trembling. suguru appreciated how sensitive you were for him. though, he couldn’t tell if you were sensitive, or he just knew how to reach all the right spots.

he was still learning.

the rough, calloused pad of his finger tip continues rubbing soft and slow circles, aided by the wetness he collected from your heat. and once he hears you moaning out his name, he retracts his hand to take hold of his cock.

he gives a few teasing rubs of his tip against your slit, running it back and forth while it grabs some of your slickness. then in one fluid motion, he’s pushing himself into your hole. slowly, painfully you can feel his head push you open, slow enough that you can feel every inch of his entering your gushy walls that accept him with some effort.

god, suguru loved the sound of your voice. the voice that grew an octave higher, a tone louder as he pushed further and further inside of your tight entrance. it was something that he’d make sure to never forget, bottoming out finally, and sitting there for a second.

his palm holds the skin of your hip that’s exposed from clothing, but still under thick blankets. he allows you to warm his cock, to get a good feeling of his size and length as if it was the first time you’d felt the man in his entirety.

but, whether he was doing it for your pleasure or his, he couldn’t exactly figure out.

"how does that feel, hm? could just sleep like this, baby. let you fall asleep all pretty on my cock, huh? how does that sound," he whispers, lips moving against your earlobe before biting it softly. "squeezing me so good, could fall asleep and dream of that pretty pussy," he says, though it sounds more like a growl from the depth of his voice.

half awake as is, your hand drops your phone against your sheets as you whimper softly at the feeling of your lover bottoming out inside of you. reaching that sweet depth that suguru doesn't have to try to touch, the weight of it as light as a feather as he touches it, the tightness in your stomach coiling as he presses deeply within you.

"need more," you moan out, moving your hips against suguru's backside in an attempt to grind against the man. while the thought of cockwarming the man to sleep didn't seem awful, your tired body was begging for release.

the release that suguru wanted as well as he began lazily fucking himself in your pussy, pulling out and pushing back in without quickness. he wasn't in a hurry, loving the way your heat sucked against his walls.

and even in his slow and pacing movements, the way your pussy pulled his length inwards made wet sounds underneath covers, and the man behind you can only laugh against the soft skin of your neck. "you look so pretty," he kisses your neck, though he hasn't caught an actual glimpse of your face once. only tracing the silhouette of it that the moon was helping illuminate.

and when you begin to turn to face the man, his hand is quick to move from your hip to your jaw, making you face the wall that you had been. "finish first, honey. then you can kiss me all you want," he teases, holding your jaw until your resistance falters with a nod. "close," you whisper as he continues fucking your cunt.

suguru had the ability of finishing as soon as he entered you, the feeling sweet enough for him to fill you with his seed. but he wanted to finish with you.

the hand that holds your jaw moves downwards, sliding under your shirt to squeeze at your breasts, pinching your nipple which elicits groans from you and the clenching of you walls against him. suguru smirks.

"that's my girl," he says. and you appreciate the way he's being more verbal than other times you'd had sex. usually keeping his voice at a minimum to hear you. but, you weren't complaining against the words he breathed into your skin.

his hand moves to your other nipple that hadn't received attention, pinching it before flicking it, and that's when you're pulling all of suguru's seed with your pussy, a mixture of cum filling your pussy. your eyes close, grinding against his length to ride out your high, your hand moving behind you to find suguru's thigh, holding it as your finished your high, coming down and grounding yourself with help of skin that you'd grown accustomed to.

the skin that wasn’t soft, but wasn’t rough. skin that you’d love feeling in intimacy and in public, holding hands and arms.

both of you took breaths, coming down from your high with eyes closed as tired and calmness settled over your bodies.

you’d begun to turn around, chest rising as falling in attempt to catch your breath. grin still spreading across your lips as you turn to face your lover. he was good at what he did, making love to you the sweetest way he knew how to, putting your eyes at rest as they fell half lidded, eager to be filled with sleep instead of him.

it’s only when you’re fully turned, facing suguru that your eyes widen. the moonlight that fell into your room shining on the face you had grown to love, the face you’d pressed kisses to hundreds of times. the face that you fell in love with, the one that was destined to you for life.

the face that had a new scar resting on the forehead of the man you’d called yours. a scar stretching the horizontal expanse of his forehead, a scar that told you one thing and one thing alone.

suguru hadn’t made love to you.

but, kenjaku couldn’t help himself when he had read suguru’s soul. couldn’t help but flash through memories with the pretty lady that had caught both his and suguru’s eyes, apparently. couldn’t help but examine the body you held underneath those pajamas you currently wore.

he couldn’t help himself but to envision you on top of him, the countless times you had fucked yourself against your lover. couldn’t help but to watch all the perverse images that didn’t belong to him.

kenjaku couldn’t help himself when he’d decided to touch you on his own time, as a sort of tribute to the body he was in. the one who’s no longer able to touch you the way it had before.

the body that wasn’t his, capabilities near endless. especially when he’s already got you in front of him.

"what’s wrong, pretty thing? i’m still me."

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I swear to god the fact that I will never have one of my fictional men makes me so mad at the world and so suicidal

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kinktober 2023 -> day 14

age difference - ukai keishin x reader

word count: 2,406

kinktober masterlist

The bell above the door dinged as you entered Sakanoshita Mart, your ears immediately being filled with the soft retail music that has always played in the store. Your nose twitched with the smell of cigarette smoke, an old familiarity to the scent that you had come to associate with a certain man. Said man was sitting behind the counter, feet pulled up and crossed on the desk before him, ruffling through what looked like a sports magazine, and the same old cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. 

He briefly glanced up as the door chimed, before looking down at the magazine again. Seconds later his head shot up again, eyes wide this time, staring at you with his mouth dropping open, using a hand to pluck away the stick between his lips before it fell to the ground.

“Hi.” You smiled, still standing just inside the door, suddenly feeling shy after seeing his reaction. You had told yourself over and over that you would be confident when you met him again, that you would finally answer his sarcastic quips instead of just giggling silently at them like you used to. You weren’t the same as you were back in high school. And you needed to show him that.

Your little crush on Ukai Keishin was an age old story, starting from your third year in high school. You had been managing Kurasuno’s volleyball club when Takeda sensei brought Coach Ukai in, announcing that he would be taking the role his grandfather once held. You had sucked in a breath as you gazed at the man, taking in his casual orange hoodie and sweatpants, hair pulled back with a headband and the laziest little eye roll you had ever seen. 

You were enamored. 

That had been the start of your little schoolgirl crush, spending most of your time during practice staring at the man while he barked orders at the team. You had barely interacted that year, apart from volleyball related matters you needed answers to. You were unbelievably shy, and equally quiet. It had never bothered you, considering that you were surrounded by people who were larger than life and more than happy to take over the room. The year had been spent daydreaming about the Coach and taking in every little detail about him that you could.

That was three years ago. 

Miyagi had not changed upon your return from college. It was no Tokyo, of course, where you had spent the last three years, the city that changed you as a person, but there was still that quiet charm to Miyagi that Tokyo just couldn’t emulate, a deep understanding of nature that you had missed during college.

That, and Tokyo could never quite replicate the man who had periodically haunted your dreams since you graduated high school.

You thought of him every now and then, maybe once a week you would wonder what he was up to. You knew from old friends like Daichi that he was still coaching for Karasuno, and the thought made you happy. He had found purpose with your team and he had carried on that legacy. 

You wondered if the new managers thought of him like you did in your day. You wouldn’t be surprised. 

You watched him now as he pulled his legs off the counter and sat up straight, watched as he traced his eyes down your figure. It made your breath hitch, and you tried not to smirk.

You hadn’t just gained confidence in the last three years. Tokyo had been really good for your body too. And you knew what this sundress made you look like. There was a reason you had put it on today.

“Hi.” Ukai finally breathed in reply, after what seemed like an eternity. You smiled and stepped closer to the counter, hands meeting the surface softly when you reached him. You watched him squash the cigarette into an ashtray and throw the magazine next to it carelessly, giving you his full attention. 

“Didn’t know you were back in Miyagi.” He began, smiling up at you as he leaned against his arms on the counter. 

You shrugged. “There’s no place like home.”

You immediately cringed at your reply. Ugh, so corny. This is not how you wanted things to go today. You were supposed to act sexy and alluring. To pull him in. 

He chuckled a bit, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His eyes never left you, only occasionally dipping down to look at your chest. You could tell he was trying to be subtle, but Ukai Keishin didn’t have one subtle bone in his body. The thought made you laugh internally. 

“How’re you doing?” He asked.

“Good! I’m good. You?” 

“Good.”

“Oh, good.”

You visibly did flinch this time, and Keishin snickered before standing up. You blinked in surprise when he leaned over the counter, closer to you.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” 

He had never called you by your first name before. You stared at him and how close he was. Merely ten inches or so away. And you couldn’t find your voice to answer his question.

“We’ve never been close.” He continued. “In fact, we barely spoke. You being here now, wearing,” a pause as his eyes skimmed over your figure, “that. There’s a reason for it. Tell me.”

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, nearly shivering when his eyes lingered on your deep neckline. Your face felt hot.

“I think,” you breathed. “I think it’s pretty obvious. Don’t you?”

He hummed before leaning back again, popping the little tension filled bubble you had created. You let out a breath, watching as he rounded the counter. You stayed rock still, ears perking up when you heard a little click, realizing it was the door being locked. Your nerves buzzed with excitement. Was this really happening?

You nearly jumped when his hand skimmed your side, fingers splaying out over the material of your dress. His breath brushed the shell of your ear, and your eyelids fluttered.

“I won’t do anything unless you say so.”

His voice was so low, so gruff, you bit your lip to keep from moaning. You could feel yourself getting wet at the proximity, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. So you pushed back, your ass brushing his crotch. You sighed when you felt how hard he was, and the thought of it turned you on even more.

Keishin hissed at the contact, hands grabbing your hips tight to hold you in place.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Oh fuck. You flushed. You had missed that, truly. You had missed him being authoritative and imposing, ordering around a whole team to do as he wished. 

“Ukai-san. Please.” You felt your face burn. “Want you.”

“Want me where?”

You whined, making him chuckle before he finally let your bodies come in contact. His front pressed to your back firmly, until you felt every shift of his muscles. His hands that were previously on your hips began to wander, stopping just below your breasts. His hot breath skimmed over the skin of your neck until goosebumps arose, and you pushed back against him again, this time harder.

“You naughty girl.” He breathed, teeth grazing over your skin before he bit down slightly. You leaned your head the other way to give him more access. “You came here just for this, didn’t you? You wanted to sleep with your old volleyball coach?”

At this point you were desperately grinding back on him, his lips mapping your neck like he was starved for you. 

“I don’t see you hesitating.” You replied, loving the push and pull of your bodies, loving how his hips chased after you when you pulled away from him even slightly. 

“You think I can resist this?” His hand traveled under the hem of your skirt, brushing your bare thigh. He traced the skin up, up, up until his fingers skimmed the edge of your panties. He dipped a fingertip into the fabric, feeling how soft you were, how warm you were. And wet. You were so wet for him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, pushing your panties aside just enough to slide a finger through your slit. The pad grazed your clit and you moaned loud, eyes closing in relief.

“You think I didn’t notice how much you stared?” He continued. “I knew. Way back then, I knew. See, I thought it was just a little crush. But here you are, three years later, all grown up and spreading your legs for me. Dirty girl. You’ve been wanting me all this time?”

You cried out when he chose that moment to sink a finger inside you, up to the knuckle, curling it immediately to rub your walls. You squirmed in his hold, but he was strong, strong enough to hold you in place and maintain the pace he had set inside you at the same time. 

“You’re so tight, baby.” He grunted out, another finger joining the first one. “You done this before?”

“I’m not a virgin!” You bit out, trying to keep your legs from shaking. 

Keishin laughed at that. “Sorry, sweets. Did I offend you?”

You wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell him you weren’t some goody-two shoes that he probably always thought you were. You wanted him to know that you wanted this. That you craved it. That the thought of sleeping with someone so much older, someone who had been a (sort of) teacher to you, was such a turn on that it made you drip right down his fingers and across his palm. 

The next second, all sensations left you. His fingers and his back disappeared, leaving you cold and empty. Your hands gripped the counter tightly as you watched him round it again, settling lazily into the chair and watching you with half-lidded eyes. You blinked at him in shock.

“You want it bad, right?” He started. “Came all the way here for it. Well, come take it.” 

He leaned back, spreading his legs. Your eyes fell to the massive bulge in his pants as he lit another cigarette, taking a long drag from it. 

You didn’t have to be told twice.

You shakily stumbled to where he was, wasting no time in bunching up your dress and swinging a leg over him to straddle his hips. His smirk was sleazy and so sexy, fumbling with the strings on his sweats to pull them down just enough that his cock sprang out, hard as anything and drooling at the tip. You licked your lips. 

You threw your head back and moaned in satisfaction when you finally sunk down on him, feeling him hit every spot right as he carved into you. He was bigger than any you’d ever had before. It felt heavenly, and as you watched him moan, eyes trained resolutely on you and cigarette still hanging from his lips, you felt like every dirty, wet dream you had ever had about the man was nothing compared to this. 

You rolled your hips, testing the waters with him. His jaw ticked and you knew he was clenching his teeth, hand running over your bare thigh. You reached up to pull the straps of your dress down, lowering the neck until your breasts popped out. 

“Oh, Jesus.” Keishin breathed, hand immediately reaching for one and squeezing. You started bouncing on his cock in earnest, loving the drag of him against your walls, but unable to go as deep as you would like, as deep as you knew he could go, unable to scratch that itch deep in your core. You whined.

“Ukai-san,” you bit your lip and gave him a pleading look. He stared at you for a few seconds before grinning, picking you up by the waist and pulling you off him. You stood on shaky legs, letting him manhandle you, turning you around and bending you over the counter, sliding back in immediately afterward like he couldn’t stand to be out of you for even one more second.

You nearly choked as he set a brutal pace, hands immediately scrambling to find purchase, anything to hold on to as he pounded into you. You let out a long, broken moan when he reached deep, deep inside you, toes curling from the sheer satisfaction of it. God, this was leagues above the dirty fantasies you had cooked in your head. Bent over this counter with your coach’s dick inside you. And he was so good, taking only a few thrusts to figure out the perfect angle to make you scream and clench around him, vision bursting with stars at the sensations coursing through your body. 

Fingers carded through your hair at the back of your head, pulling hard until you were arching off the counter and making contact with Keishin’s body, his other hand reaching up to pinch your nipple hard. You yelped. 

“Look at you,” he moaned, voice lower than you had ever heard it before. “Can’t stop screaming. Slut. Any of your college boys fuck you like this?”

You shook your head as much as his grip would allow, clenching harder around him at his words. You were being entirely honest. In your limited sexual experience, no one had come close to making you feel like this. Whether it was the raw anticipation of it, or if Keishin was really that good, you were already nearing your end. And it had barely been two minutes since he started.

He chuckled, sinking his teeth into your neck. Your eyes rolled up at the feeling. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter. 

“You needed me to make you feel good, huh?” He groaned into your neck. “Little princess wasn’t satisfied. Needed a man to show you how good a cock can feel.”

You screamed as your muscles seized and the knot snapped, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Keishin fucked you through it, cock driving into you at an unforgiving pace. Your breaths were broken and struggling, trying not to completely fall apart as your vision clouded with tears.

Keishin pulled out of you abruptly, turning you around and setting you on the counter. One look at your flushed, sweaty face had him humming in approval, hooking his hands under your knees to pull your legs apart.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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𑄽୧ first time with jean 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 1: cherry pop!!!

✯⁠ jean kirstein x reader

✯⁠ warnings: loss of virginity, brief oral, p in v

He's panicking, the thought of doing something wrong is basically eating him alive as he sits next to you in a cinema. You look so beautiful and innocent, but you know, what's going to happen tonight. You and Jean have been dating for about two months, but you never got past the 2nd base. You were scared, and he knew that. That's why Jean tried to make you comfortable by waiting. Hell, he would never turn to celibacy if it meant spending the rest of his life with you. But this morning, when you told him you're ready, Jean lost it. He hopes you didn't mean you're ready just for the date.

The ending rolls on the screen, lights turning all around the cinema

"It was great," you tell him, smiling from ear to ear. His heart stops when he looks at you. You're just so beautiful, and today you will be all his. You catch the look on his face, blushing deeply. Jean takes your hand, leading you out of the cinema. The whole ride home is anxious, but you try to fill the silence with thoughts on the movie. Jean basically shakes when he parks his car next to his house. He notices you are still wearing the same sweet smile ,and you're probably not panicking as much as he is.

"Do you wanna watch something or eat?" he asks with a shaking voice. You notice his nervousness, so you grab his arm, gently massaging it.

"We can go upstairs," you suggest, your feet seeming the most interesting thing for you at the moment.

"Okay." he breathes, kissing the top of your head. You giggle before leaning to kiss him on the lips. The kiss is sweet but leaves you both wanting more.

"I'm gonna wait upstairs," he tells you, flashing you a nervous smile. Most of the nervousness already disappears as he climbs the stairs. He knows he has nothing to be afraid of you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

He sits on the bed, looking around the room unsure what to do. He takes out the condoms and lube from the bedside table, scanning the two objects with his eyes. Jean's sure he has the right things, he doesn't wanna mistake the lube for soap even though it's basically impossible.

"You idiot, why would you have soap next to your bed?" he thinks to himself. It's true, he's panicking again for his own good.

The door opens, revealing you in a satin robe. Jean's jaw drops, you're not even naked, yet you make him lose his mind. You come back in a satin robe, making Jean's imagination wander. He wonders what might be under the robe, and it's soon revealed when you let it fall from your body.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have anything matching," you say, looking everywhere but his face. He's stunned. You're standing in front of him in a red bralette accompanied by black panties. It doesn't match for sure, but he thinks it's the prettiest thing.

"You're so beautiful, love," he says, his voice almost turning into a whine. He's painfully hard in his pants, but he doesn't wanna think about it - the only thing on his mind is you. You come closer to sit on his lap, but you quickly jump off when he hisses in pain.

"It's okay, love. You make me so excited," he explains, bringing you on his lap again. This time Jean makes sure you sit on his thighs so that his cock isn't sandwiched right under your clothed pussy.

Jean starts leaving kisses down your body. He stops by your breaths, caressing them through the lacy bralette. He doesn't allow himself to take the garment off, he wants you to do it. He wants you to take it off.

"Can you please take it off?" you beg him but only receive him shaking his head.

"Can you?"

You flash him a soft smile before sitting on the bed. You open the bralette at your back, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. He watches every second with wide eyes, kneeling on the floor between your legs, his arms around your middle. His breath hitching when your eyes meet.

"Do you like me undressing myself?" you ask him just when the bra is about to fall down. Jean's speechless, he doesn't know what to say to you, he only knows that he needs to be inside of you right now. You finally thought the piece of clothing away, straightening your back. Your breathing is also deep, and you try not to close your eyes at the way Jean is looking at you.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on," he whispers, Jean can't even say it with his full voice because of how enchanted he is. He carefully cups your breasts with his large hands, he doesn't dare to squeeze yet. His fingers brush against your nipples lightly before he gets his mouth on your again. He licks a stripe right in between breasts, making you arch your back. He chuckles at how sensitive you are. His mouth travels downwards, sucking dark spots all around your tummy. You moan when he kisses the front of your panties. You've never felt like this before. Every touch feels like a fire on your skin, and you're sure you're dripping inside your panties.

"I'm gonna take this off," he informs you as he takes the garment off, leaving you naked on his bed. At the age of 19, he never thought he would see a naked woman on his bed, but here you are. He spreads your legs apart, his breath catching against your bare pussy.

"I wanted to go all the way, I thought we would leave this for another time," you confess. His gaze sunken, Jean doesn't want you thinking this way. He dreamt about making you feel good for so long, he doesn't care if he's the one not feeling anything, your touch is like a blessing for him.

"Can I still taste you?" he asks for permission, and he gets it. You gently pat his head, bringing him closer to your core. You feel shy because of the way he's looking at you. He watches your core as if it were the prettiest flower in the world. He uses his fingertips to spread your lips apart before his tongue touches your clit. You hiss at the stimulation, and Jean sees this as a positive response to continue. He swirls his tongue around your opening, focusing on your clit from time to time. You're sweet, addictive sweet in his opinion. His cock aches in his boxes, your moans are just too good. He reaches down to stroke himself through his boxers, impatience taking over as he undresses completely. Your eyes widen when you notice his size. Jean catches your look, and he smirks.

"I'll make it fit," he says, using your juices to lubricate his cock. he presses the tip against your pussy, slowly pushing in. You shut your eyes in pain, he's big, and it hurts.

"Shhh, it's okay." Jean coos, kissing your cheek. His other hand brushes your hair out of your face.

"Let's go a bit deeper." he grabs your hands, thrusting his cock deeper. He stills when about half of his cock is inside of you to ask you how you're doing. When he sees that you're taking him well, he thrusts the rest of his cock inside.

"I'm all in, you're such a good girl." he praises you, kissing all over your face. He pulls out until he's halfway inside of you before thrusting in again. His speed is slow ,and his thrusts are shallow, but it's enough for both of you. He presses his weight on top of you, and you wrap your arms around him. You've never been this close to each other, and it's exactly what you needed.

"I love you so much," he confesses, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It's too much for him, and he knows that if you keep squeezing him like that, he won't be able to last long.

"I love you too," you respond, and that's what tips him over the edge, he cums inside you in thick ropes. Jean falls on top of your body, embarrassed by how fast he came. You take his head into your hands, caressing his cheeks and telling him it's okay.

"Let's make you cum." he says, still embarrassed. He reaches down to touch your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. It takes him a few swipes before you're cumming.

The two of you lay next to each other, breathing heavily from what just happened.

"I'm sorry." he apologizes and snorts.

"Don't," you say, smiling at him. he returns the smile, cuddling your body closer to his.

"But I am big, right?" he smirks, making you slap his arm.

"And you cum too quickly."

"That's because I love you, and I'm so attracted to you."

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crying throwing up this is so perfect

trace the outlines of your dreams

jean kirstein x f!reader

“Jean,” you choke out, his name caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob as you collapse into him and fist your hands in his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline.

[set during episode 85]

word count: 4.9k

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, best friends to lovers speed run, unrequited love? jk its requited, blood + injuries, protective jean, but UNprotected sex, rough sex, jean's big dick, fingering, praise kink, dry humping, light dom!jean vibes, creampie

In the years that have passed since you first joined the Scout Regiment, you’ve imagined a thousand different ways you might possibly die while bearing the weight of that damned winged insignia on your chest.

A thousand ways you’d go down fighting tooth and nail, bloody and battered but with the knowledge that, at the very least, you’d tried to help make a difference.

But after all this time, you still hadn’t thought you’d make your last stand here of all places: cornered in the narrow space between two looming buildings by three of your former comrades—now Jaegerists—struggling to stand on your own two feet and virtually defenseless. 

They advance on you slowly, snickering as your smashed ODM gear refuses to cooperate, not any sort of state to function after how hard you were tackled against the unforgiving brick building mid-air just moments ago. Your gear absorbed a decent amount of the blow, enough for all of the important bits to be irreparably damaged, but not before your head took a hit as well. Warm blood drips down your face, and you blink hard against the wave of dizziness that threatens to overcome your senses. 

The futile step you attempt to take backward has you gritting your teeth, ankle barking in pain, protesting that you’re asking any more of it after the impact your legs took when you landed on the dusty gravel. You consider calling out for the others, but you know they’ll never hear you over the chaos of the battle that’s unfolding, the roar of the Titans reverberating deep in the marrow of your bones. 

Maybe you’ve finally run out of your share of borrowed time. 

The Jaegerists continue to close in on you, snickering at the way you try to steel yourself even in the face of oncoming death, and your mind goes quiet for a moment as you let it settle on one last thought—you hope that if nothing else, Jean lives to see this through to the very end.

He deserves the quiet life he’s always wanted. 

“Oh, it’s you.”

A shudder runs down your spine as a voice full of disdain sends your attention careening back to the present. 

Floch.

The Jaegerists hastily sidestep as the red-haired man swiftly pushes his way between them, blood that you’re certain doesn’t belong to him smearing across his brow as he runs a hand through his hair and offers you a grin that’s downright feral. With a dismissive wave of his hand, his comrades take their leave back to the roof and into the fray of battle. 

“I was upset when I realized that you left me, you know,” he drawls, reaching out to brush his thumb over your jaw.

Your stomach roils, and Floch clicks his tongue when you turn away from his touch, firmly grasping your chin. You can feel the warm, sticky blood his fingers leave in their wake as he continues, “I had a feeling Jean might betray me. But you? How could you?”

The rough feeling of brick digs into your shoulders as he crowds you against the wall of the building, his breath hot against your face. 

Floch was always a little too interested in you, even before things really started to go to hell. At least that’s what Jean always grumbled, anyway. So when you finally, briefly, deigned to give him the time of day, if only to help your fellow comrades pull one over on the Jaegerists before making a run for it, you should have known the volatile man would be anything but forgiving when he realized you’d been batting your eyes and swaying your hips to distract him.

“Get your hands off of me, Floch,” you growl, the anger flaring up inside of you at odds with the rapid, terrified beating of your heart.

Floch blatantly ignores you, choosing instead to run a finger over your bottom lip, and the coppery tang of blood seeps into your mouth. You stifle the urge to gag, knowing how badly he wants you to flinch. 

“It’s a bit sad…how you’ve always followed Jean like a loyal little lap dog. Waiting and waiting for him to notice you, too fucking stupid to realize he’s obviously in love with Mikasa.”

His words hit you like a slap to the face.

Your knees threaten to give out beneath you under the weight of a truth you know you can’t look away from. Not now that someone’s finally said it out loud. 

You really hadn’t thought it would end like this—with a whimper.

“We could have had something, you and I,” he rasps, leaning in so close that his lips nearly brush over yours. “If only you weren’t so busy drooling over Kirstein’s dick.”

“I would have never picked you, Floch. Not now, not ever,” you whisper, eyes boring into his with one last shred of defiance as the world beneath your feet begins to ripple, your body feeling the effects of the blood loss from your head wound.

Something dark flashes in Floch’s eyes. “Kirstein probably won’t even realize you’re gone when I’m done with you. What a shame.”

You suck in a breath as he reaches a hand down to grasp a blade, willing your body to rally just enough strength to surge forward and tackle him. At the very least, you could go down with a fight. 

…but when the quiet, familiar whine of a wire and the deliberate crunch of boots along gravel is followed by the one voice that you know the cadence of by heart, you realize that you won’t have to. 

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

A blade gleams at Floch’s neck as Jean Kirstein steps up behind him, your best friend’s eyes burning with rage. You can’t help the sob that rips from your throat when his expression softens ever so slightly when he steals a glance over at you, though his jaw ticks when he notices the smear of blood the other man left behind on your face. 

For all Jean’s hesitation about this leg of the mission, his uncertainty about his ability to take the lives of his brainwashed comrades, you know that he’ll kill Floch right here and right now. You can see it in his posture, the utter stillness of his body. The way this entire moment feels utterly frozen in time as Floch realizes it, too. 

And even if part of you wants it, wants to live out whatever’s left of what might be your final days knowing that Floch finally got what was coming to him, you know it’s not worth the risk. Not when shouts have begun to ring out from your friends, urging everyone to get to the ship. Not when you know Jean will hold the other man back with his bare hands so you can escape without him, if that’s what it comes down to. 

So it’s the subtle shake of your head that determines Jean’s next move, one that doesn’t involve his blade and Floch’s throat. Instead, with nothing but the element of surprise on your side, Floch is blindsided by the foot you drive between his legs with all your might, white-hot pain blooming from your ankle at the impact. The moment that he drops down onto one knee, groaning, is all that Jean needs to pull you to him. 

“Jean,” you choke out, his name caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob as you collapse into him and fist your hands in his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, protectively wrapping one arm around you as he engages his ODM gear and carries you both toward the docks. And despite all of the chaos unraveling all around you, you swear that you can feel Jean’s heart pounding in his chest just as hard as your own. 

The next few hours after you set off to sea are a blur, your body still shaking with adrenaline as various sets of hands examine your injuries. Everything feels a little fuzzy around the edges, and the most you can really register is the warm press of Jean against you all the while and the tickle of his hair along your cheek each time he growls at someone to be gentle when you groan in pain as they clean and dress your wounds. 

It’s dark out when you finally come to, the fog in your mind parting as you wake up to find your limbs tangled in a scratchy wool blanket. You sit up, the thin mattress creaking beneath you, and rub at your eyes as they adjust to the dim lighting in the room. A small lantern sits perched on a table nearby, illuminating a cup that you can only hope contains water. Exhaling a quiet sigh of relief when you tentatively place it to your lips and confirm your suspicions, you drink heavily, only pausing at the sound of footsteps scuffing outside of the doorway.

“There’s another open room next to Conny’s,” you hear Armin say.

“She’s staying with me,” Jean’s voice cuts in, brokering no room for argument. 

You put the cup down and settle back onto the bed, watching as the sliver of light from the outline of the door grows when Jean carefully steps into the room, pushing it shut again behind him. 

When he realizes you’re sitting up, he swiftly crosses the room, coming to sit beside you on the mattress.

“You’re up,” he exhales, sounding relieved.

You offer him a small smile, hyper aware of the way his knee brushes against yours, heartbeat thundering when he reaches out to tilt your chin toward him. Vaguely, you wonder if you’re dreaming. 

“Your head finally stopped bleeding,” he comments, eyeing the bandage on your head. 

Right.

Mentally kicking yourself, you meet his gaze, willing your voice to stay steady as you say, “Thanks for saving me, Jean.”

One of his hands finds its way to your leg, fingers softly curling over your knee. “You know I always will,” he murmurs, echoing the promise he’d made to you years ago when you both joined the Scout Regiment. 

In another life, maybe that version of you would be selfish enough to grasp Jean by his collar and kiss him right here and now for those words, pretending you misunderstood their meaning. Words that could mean so much more in another context, were it not for the stark line of demarcation between your feelings for him and the reality of your friendship. 

Maybe you’d climb into his lap and try to make him forget all about her.

Even just for one night.

“I feel like you shouldn’t be thinking so hard after splitting your head open,” Jean comments with a chuckle when he observes your furrowed brows, gently pressing his fingertips to your temple as his attention shakes you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, it’s just been a long day,” you lie, feigning a stretch for good measure.

Jean drops his hand back down to his side as you shift, looking sheepish. “Long week, long year. You’re telling me. I think we both need a vacation.”

You snort, finally willing yourself to ask, “How’s Mikasa?”

Jean tilts his head to the side at the question, eyes narrowing a bit. “She’s fine. Armin’s a little worse for wear, but he’ll heal up soon.”

You nod, turning your gaze to the corner of the room. “You don’t need to stay in here with me tonight if you want to go and keep her company. I’ll be okay.”

Your best friend looks nothing short of perplexed at the clear insinuation in your words. “...why would I do that?”

“Because you…” you trail off, not sure why it’s so hard to verbalize Jean’s crush to his face.

Jean’s fingers brush along your cheek, urging you to look at him. “I what?”

You huff in annoyance, not sure why he’s making you say it outloud. “You and Mikasa…”

“There’s no ‘me and Mikasa’,” he says plainly. 

Heart thundering in your chest, you glare at him before looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment and exasperation. “And there’s not ever going to be if you don’t get it together and tell her how you feel before we all die here.”

Jean clicks his tongue against his teeth, and your entire body goes still at the sudden feeling of his hot breath caressing the shell of your ear, “But she’s not the person I’ve been too much of a coward to tell how I feel.”

What?

“What?” you breathe out, whipping around to face him, the air swiftly leaving your lungs when you realize just how close he is, the tip of your nose brushing against his own.

Jean’s thumb traces your lower lip. “It’s always been you.”

At a loss for words, all you can manage to get out is, “Why now?”

“I used to hope you’d find someone that’d convince you to leave the Scouts and live a safe life behind the walls, something I couldn’t give you.”

Your heart aches at that, knowing that’s the life Jean always wanted, too. The one he left behind knowing how selfish it would be to waste the talent he could offer to the Scouts.. 

And perhaps it makes sense now—the way he’d subtly tried to find ways to hint that maybe you shouldn’t join the Regiment after all, all those years ago. The conflicted look of pain in his eyes the first time you’d proudly worn the Wings of Freedom.

“I didn’t think I could ever be enough to deserve you,” he continues. “Not even now.”

Hearing the uncertainty in Jean’s voice throws you off-kilter; it’s a far cry from the confident man you know him to be. You can’t help but offer him an incredulous look in return, baffled by the irony of it all—he’s the only person you care to spend the rest of your life with, after all. 

Even if this is all you have left—these last few days, hours, moments. 

A choked out sound leaves Jean’s mouth; apparently you said that out loud. “So you’re telling me…”

He cups the back of your head, eyes searching your face.

“...I should have done this…”

His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.

“...a long time ago.”

A shudder crawls down your spine at the feeling of Jean’s lips brushing atop your own. It’s a tentative touch, one that you press back into between one breath and the next. And as you sigh against his mouth, your own fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair, Jean stops holding back.

Legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Jean swiftly pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around you as his lips chase yours with fervor. You straddle him, basking in the warmth of his body heat pressing into your own, savoring the rough press of the calluses on his fingers—built up from years of using the ODM gear—as he explores the expanse of bare skin on your back where your shirt has bunched up.

You can hardly be bothered to break for air as Jean’s lips slot against yours, toes curling against the mattress when he licks his way inside of your mouth. He groans as the kiss grows messier, your body arching into his at the feeling of his tongue tangling with your own. 

Once upon a time, you’d exclaimed that nothing could compare to the feeling of finally mastering the ODM gear, the exhilarating rush of clearing rooftops and treelines with such seamless precision. The swelling elation in your chest to finally understand what it feels like to fly.

It’s a feeling that you’ve chased for years, the feeling that’s carried you through each and every battle to this day.

Kissing Jean feels like that—like flying.

But there’s no anchor here. No wires. No blades at your hips nor enemies at your back.

With Jean’s lips on yours, you float untethered, the weight on your shoulders and heaviness of your heart long forgotten passengers left far below as you soar. 

And you let go, freefalling. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’ll catch you. 

He’ll always catch you.

Jean’s lips part from yours to blaze a hot trail along the curve of your jaw, pressing kisses along your neck. Dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin where your earlobe meets the hinge of your jaw, his voice is rough as he murmurs, “I love you.”

There’s a hitch in his breath when you say it back without hesitation—it’s a truth you’ve always known yourself to feel, even if you could never tell him as much. He pulls you impossibly closer, fingers digging into your hips, mouth seeking yours out once more.

And as you feel his growing hardness beneath you, you can’t help but pointedly rock into the cradle of his lap, a breathy moan leaving you at the pressure of his cock rubbing against you. The sensation and Jean’s own answering moan draw up memories of all the nights you spent imagining this, face buried against your pillow to muffle the sounds as you fingered yourself to thoughts of your best friend right there in your bed in the barracks. 

If your lives still held any semblance of normalcy, maybe you’d prolong this endeavor, taking your time to savor the taste of Jean’s mouth on your own first before anything else, exploring him in bits and pieces. 

But with what may very well be the end of the world looming far too close for comfort, there’s no time for patience. 

“Can I…do you want to…?” Jean trails off, breathing heavily as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, the rest of the question dancing in his eyes as he’s clearly having the same thoughts as you are. 

“Jean Kirstein, if I die without fucking you—”

He doesn’t give you the chance to finish your sentence, cutting you off with a kiss as his hands find their way to your breasts. He’s barely begun to squeeze them before you break apart from him for a moment, slipping off your top and tossing it halfway across the room before grabbing for his shirt as well. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jean breathes out once you pull his shirt over his head, pausing to take in the sight of your supple breasts before him, running a thumb across one of your peaked nipples. 

His mouth quirks upward at the way you shiver in response to his touch, eyes blazing with hunger when your lips part, silently begging for more. Jean leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, and you thread your fingers into his hair, urging him to continue as he shamelessly begins to suckle at the sensitive bud. 

You’re helpless to deny your body’s need to grind down onto Jean’s bulge, your folds pressing into your slick, damp underwear with each thrust of your hips. His lips slide away from your breasts so he can sink his teeth into your shoulder, muffling the feral groan that rumbles in his chest in response to the way you’ve desperately begun to dry hump his cock. 

Fingers trail along the waistband of your pants, flicking them open with ease to gain access to the soft, white cotton panties beneath. Jean nips his way up your neck, pausing to suck at your pulse point as he asks, “Are you wet for me?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slips a hand into your underwear, a strangled “oh” the only sound he’s able to offer for a moment once he realizes you’re fucking soaked. He swipes three dexterous fingers along your sensitive slit, pulling them out of your pants to marvel at the sticky mess dripping off of his digits before licking each one clean. 

The sight of that alone nearly sends you over the edge, your tight hole fluttering in anticipation. You rock your hips once more, and his eyes glint with a hint of amusement as his hand makes its way back into your underwear.

Jean wastes no time in sinking a finger into your waiting hole, slowly sliding it in and out of you as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the underside of your jaw. Meanwhile, you grasp his throbbing cock through his pants, fingers teasing at the wet spot of precum that’s soaked through the material, and he bucks upward into your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, stretching you open with another finger while his free hand gropes your breasts. You move your hips quicker than the diligent thrusts of his fingers, asking for more, and his chuckle drips through you like warm honey as he obliges your request with a third digit and murmurs, “How’s this?”

The sound of him fucking you with his fingers is downright obscene, the digits squelching wetly with each movement. The pleasure mounting within you has your thighs trembling with anticipation. But as you continue to fondle the outline of his cock, all you can think about is how goddamn big it feels. 

“Jean,” you whine, incapable of stringing together words to appropriately express the sentiment that you’d really, really like him to fuck you stupid with his dick right now.

He cups your face, the tender gesture at odds with the fingers curling and stroking your spongy inner walls. Jean leans in to capture your mouth in a messy, heated kiss, leaving a string of saliva trailing from your lips to his when he pulls back slightly to murmur, “If you want more, you have to come on my fingers first.”

You’ve spent more time than you’ll ever admit fantasizing the dirty, filthy things Jean might say to you while taking you apart, thoughts that have clung to your mind and sometimes forced you to avoid your best friend out of embarrassment for days at a time. 

But nothing can compare to this—the way his rough voice scrapes alive each and every nerve ending in the deepest recesses of your body. The undeniably dominant tone each word is laced with, and the instinctual reaction it viscerally awakens inside of you. 

Jean’s thumb presses into your swollen clit at the same time he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down, and the swelling wave of pleasure in your abdomen finally crests. Your entire body tenses as you moan, riding out your climax on his fingers until the overstimulation has your legs quivering for momentary reprieve.

“Good girl,” he praises, slowly pulling his sticky fingers out of your pants. 

You don’t hesitate to reach for his waiting cock, eager to feel its thick warmth cradled in your fingers, but he gently nudges your hand away, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You huff in annoyance, and he shakes his head, “You’ve got me so wound up, I won’t last like this.”

“You wanna fuck me, Jean?” you coyly ask.

Idly teasing at one of your nipples, Jean’s answering grin is nothing short of wolfish. “You’re so tight, we’ll have to see if you can take me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the hint of challenge in his tone, though if what you’ve felt through his pants is anything to go by, you can’t deny it’s likely warranted.

The bedsheets rustle and the mattress squeaks as you both make quick work of the remainder of your clothes, underwear and pants left forgotten on the floor while Jean kisses and nips his way up the planes and curves of your naked body, his hands exploring each and every dip and crevice with reverence. When his lips finally meet yours once more, his hair tickling your face as he leans over top of you, anticipation curls in your gut at the feeling of what now presses against your naked body.

Your eyes trail down Jean’s chest, fingernails gently scraping over his nipples, and he sucks in a breath as you slide closer to your destination. His thick cock is a sight to behold, hanging heavily between his legs, and there’s not a trace of shame in the way your mouth waters at the thought of him stretching your slick cunt open with it.

As if reading your thoughts, Jean pushes your thighs apart, slapping his fat length against the puffy, sensitive folds of your pussy. Your back arches up off of the mattress of its own accord, and he hums, one hand firmly grasping your hip as the other wipes the flushed head of his shaft up and down your sticky slit. 

His name spills from your kiss-swollen lips, your neck muscles straining from how hard you’re pressing your head back down into the pillow underneath you. And when your drenched cunt greedily accepts the tip of his cock as he notches it at your entrance, pumping a spit-soaked palm along the length of it, it’s all you can do not to spear yourself on him entirely. 

“So eager,” Jean muses, watching the telltale signs of your thinly veiled restraint as he makes no effort to move any further. 

“Jean, please,” you beg, fully aware that this reaction is exactly what he wanted. 

He leans down, mouth latching onto one of your breasts, and you gasp as he slides into you just a little bit further while he traces wet, messy circles around your hard nipple. You grasp a fistful of his hair, finding another reason to be thankful for the way he’s let it grow out as of late as you tug his face up to yours.

“Yes?” he asks, a sparkle of mirth dancing in his lustful gaze as he smiles down at you.

“Fuck me,” you pant out, tightening your grip on his hair.

You hardly have time to appreciate the moan that drags out of him before he kisses you hard, plunging the full length of his cock into your cunt, directly to the hilt. The stretch is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, your walls spasming in protest as all of the air punches out of your lungs. But despite the impossibly tight fit, your pussy greedily takes every inch of Jean’s cock, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. 

“Holy shit,” Jean moans as your pussy clamps down on him, so hot and wet he nearly blows his load right then and there. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Fresh arousal dribbles wetly from your entrance and onto the base of his shaft, each and every nerve ending in your body buzzing like a livewire. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, swallowed up within the warmth of your cunt, his balls hanging heavily against your ass. Jean’s careful as he begins to ease out of you, well aware of the way your walls are so desperately choking his thick length. 

It’s why he’s surprised when you grasp at the soft strands of his hair once more and breathe out impatiently, “I’m not going to break, you know.”

Jean leans in and murmurs against your lips, “What are you trying to say? You like it rough?”

You nod, running your teeth along his bottom lip, “Yeah, Jean. I do.”

Cock now resting at your fluttering entrance once more, Jean groans as he snaps his hips into yours, burying himself deep in your soaking wet pussy. 

“So perfect,” he murmurs as you writhe and keen in pleasure beneath him, your tits bouncing with each thrust as he begins to ravage your hole. “Taking me so, so good.”

“Feels so good,” you nearly sob, head spinning with the pleasure threatening to spill over inside of you. 

Jean’s kisses are all tongues and teeth, filthy and messy as his thrusts begin to grow sloppy. “Come all over my cock, baby. Please,” he groans. “Please, please.”

He’s begging for it, begging to feel your cunt clamp down and gush all over his dick.

He’s so fucking close, balls seizing up, his entire body straining from the effort to bring you to your climax first.

“Come. For. Me.”

And it’s the desperation in his voice that sends you hurtling over the edge, a bright, searing lightning strike of pleasure like you’ve never known before bursting open inside of you as you succumb to an orgasm that leaves you positively boneless. 

“Inside,” you gasp just as Jean goes to pull out.

His answering groan is the most sinful sound you’ve ever heard as he plunges back into you, his forehead falling against yours while you both revel in the feeling of your walls spasming and contracting against his cock while he fills your cunt with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum. 

Jean flops down onto the bed beside you after you’ve milked every last drop of his seed from his softening cock, breathing hard, both of you too spent to fumble for something to clean up the mess of cum that lingers between you. Instead, he tugs you against the warmth of his chest, pressing a gentle assault of kisses everywhere on your face but your lips. 

You pout as he pointedly avoids your mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth toward yours. Jean smiles, the expression filled with unabashed adoration and fondness so stark that you swear your heart stutters in your chest. 

“I’m gonna marry you when this is all over,” he whispers into the scant space between your mouths, each syllable brushing across your lips.

“You promise?”

You can feel Jean smile into his answering kiss.

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