#tw.edging

[poksmimi]

PLAYING AND EDGING YOU !

contains♪: sukuna, nanamixafab!reader, big dick, rough sex, unprotected sex, biting, marking, hickies, ass spanking, clit rubbing, vibrator, bad grammar, you have sex in a bar's bathroom !

notes♪: I love sukuna sm, he is such a silly villain <33 ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠>༚<⑅⁠꒱

SUKUNA {vibrator, edging, clit rubbing, clit pinching, pussy spank}

You look up at him, biting your lip and he was walking beside you, your heart was pounding and your pussy begins to get wet. The vibrator was making your wet mushy cunt clench around the toy, the vibrator was on the medium level. You let out muffled moans behind your hands, your legs were shaky and he was acting as if nothing was happening at your cunt, his big hand was gripping your leg. Your mouth felt dry when he opens the door to a bar, entering it as rough loud looking men were drunkenly talking. The bartender looks up briefly before looking back down, you gulp and hoped that none could hear the vibrator. You sat down next to Sukuna, his big hand gripping your inner thigh, you let out a whine when his finger touches your clit through your soak panties. He looks at you and smirks. mouthing the word "slut" it made a shiver of pleasure and fear go down your spine as it made you stiffen your back. Nodding your head as the worker took your orders, your hands tremble as he flicks the level to the highness. Your hands grip at your thighs, your eyes go blurry for a second and a feeling of enjoyment and fear course through you, you can smell your sex and the breathes of the drunk men. You can hear loud talking, the sight in front of you is Sukuna, his smirk and the glint in his eyes also him motioning the vibrator remote, all of it makes you more wet.

It takes all the will inside of you to hold back before you jump him and ride his cock as you gulp and close your eyes as you hump the edge of the chair, rubbing your clit at the edge of it. You can feel yourself about to reach the end, you whine when the setting goes low and you hide your face and the sound of footsteps come closer and the worker sets down the drinks before leaving. "Why don't we go the bathroom, beautiful?" He smirks, you nod weakly and follow him, your legs trembling and your pussy is dripping wet, you can feel your juices leaking down your thighs and surely your panties are super damp. You let out a moan and Sukuna lifts you up, placing you on the toilet seat, making the setting to the highest as your eyes roll back. Your nails dig into his muscular arms, you let out a muffled moan when his two digits go into your mouth, you suck on them. He smirks and groans at the sight of you sucking his fingers, his other hand rubs at your clothed clit, his hand brings your panties to the side. Smirking and licking his lips at the sight of your wet and needy cunt. You can feel yourself about to become undone, opening your mouth in a silent plead, he grins and stops his clit rubbing and the toy inside of your needy cunt . "Sluts, don't deserve to come unless their masters so say, got it?" He says, you nod and he pinches your clit before putting the toy back on the highest. "Pl-eaSe!" You cry out, your eyes are watering out tears, you sniff and your legs are trembling. He has been edging you for so long. Your cunt was so dripping wet and it was red and puffy, he licks his lips and leans towards you, holding your small bud between his fingers. "come for 'm, darlin' " You throw your head back as tears stream down your face, eyes rolling back and your back arches, letting out a loud moan, he smirks and spanks your cunt as you come. "I still need to come as well, whore. We aren't done just yet~" His hard dick pokes at your cunt through his pants, he unzips his fly as his big hard dick lays on your cunt, you gulp and you know that this will last for a while.

NANAMI {rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, edging}

You smiled as Nanami and his coworkers were talking, you were happy but not-so, your perfect lover wasn't so well rested and very stressed. You had an idea to bring him out for the bar, just you and him! You kissed his cheek before you grab ahold of his muscular arm and you open the door, finding a seat for you and Nanami. He ordered some drinks and food, you payed attention to him, his big, veiny fingers. It made you bite your bottom lip, you wished those fingers were snug in your cunt, fingering your needy pussy, commencing around those fingers you loved so much. "Dear, is something wrong?" He says, you shake your head, you look at his mouth, wishing that his mouth was latched on your cunt, eating you out, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt. Your hand goes down under the table as it rests on his muscular thigh, your nails softly dig into them, he looks at you and sighs. He looks up at the waiter and smiles briefly before grabbing his drink, taking a sip. "Darlin', you need to try harder than that." He says, you smirk and your hands tremble softly, your panties feel so damp right now, you nibble his ear and he coughs slightly. "I need you need in 'm, please. Nanami, fill me up with your big dick~" you whine and beg, he glares at you. "Fine, come with me, honey." Grabbing your hand as he walks to the bathroom, locking the door and picking you up with his strong arms, you blush and your face darkens, his muscles flexes as he pushes aside your damp panties. "Already, wet for 'm?" He smiles, aiming his hard dick at your pussy, he lowers you down on his cock, you grip at his shoulders to steady yourself. His dick filling your cunt up, his jaw tightens and he begins to fuck your cunt, growing at your mushy tightness pussy, gripping at your hips. You can feel yourself about to reach the climax so soon, you throw your head back, feeling your cunt pulse, you whine and pout at Nanami. "Be patient, my dear, your pleasure will be heighten~" he kisses your jaw and fucks you faster, lowering you down hard and at a fast pace. "fuck, you feel so tight around 'm.." he purrs, his jaw tightening, fucking you even faster, he grabs your hair as he pulls on it, yanking your head back. Attacking your neck with his mouth, sucking and biting on it, marking you for his. His rough finger rubs your clit, making you roll your eyes backwards, your hips following his thrusts and your back arches. Your mouth opens in a silent plead, he rubs it faster as you come, your juices covering his cock as he thrusts more into your wet cunt, stopping his thrusts as his dick punches out his semen, filling your cunt with his sperm and painting your walls white.

[woahjo]

Pls pls pls how do you imagine bkg’s first bj went😫

nonnie, i want you to know that i had a dream where i answered this the night that you sent it. and instead of writing about katsuki's first blowjob, i wrote it (for some reason) about his first kiss, posted it, and then experienced a kind of remorse that no man has ever experience before.

cw: blowjob, unintentional edging, reader takes the lead here, it's a little messy towards the end, experienced reader and inexperienced katsuki, first time jitters, that's all i can think of

anyway, i think katsuki is a late bloomer sort of. it takes him a while to get warmed up enough to someone for something physical. he's a somewhat guarded person and he doesn't take physicality lightly, so i think his first blowjob is the slow and steady kind.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, pants halfway unbuckled and hard under the denim of his jeans. a junior in the pro-hero equivalent of college and so nervous that his face and ears have gone scarlet.

katsuki stutters when you put your mouth around the tip and he feels the warmth of the inside of your cheeks. it's not so much a nervous stutter, but the kind that comes from the back of his throat, mostly comprised of a mix of shock and pleasure. at first, he struggles to look at you. he'll probably come too fast if he does, but as you continue, he finds that he has a different problem.

katsuki hits the edge and then can't... take the leap. your mouth is moving over him beautifully, cheeks hollowed, pretty eyes looking up at him, but he's so oddly nervous that he finds it difficult to cross the finish line. he teeters at the edge for far longer than he'd like to, face flushed and eyebrows screwed together as he angles his head up towards the ceiling. his voice comes out in choked groans, pleasure mounting but never cresting over, until eventually, you stop.

you tilt your head up at him and he furrows his brows, trying to concentrate on the lingering feeling of your mouth. when you lean up to put your lips on his neck, he shudders. you mumble quietly that he should take his time getting there. that it's not a big deal if he can't. it's not so much about the finish line as it is about the race itself and you hum pleasantly against his neck as you feel his muscles flex beneath your lips.

katsuki tilts his head down slightly so that his mouth is by your ear and you reach to run your fingers lightly over his twitching, leaky cock.

"how about you do it in my hand for now, okay?"

then, you grip him softly, moving your hand up and down over his slick-soaked cock, squeezing when you get to the head of him. katsuki groans, his voice catching again, and you continue moving your lips up and down his flushed neck. his breathing picks up and you can hear the way he struggles to compose himself a little better from here.

he knots his fingers into the bedsheets and cums almost immediately. his expression contorts lightly, eyebrows furrowed as he tips his head back with relief. cum drips down your knuckles and you take a moment to smear it down his cock before removing your hand and kissing the side of his jaw gently.

"fuck," he says, breathless, "sorry."

you just hum softly, pausing for a moment before lightly kissing his lips.

"probably just a little nervous," you mumble through a soft smile, "that's all."

[ryukatters]

i’m politely requesting an elaboration on gojo liking brats pretty please ( 〃．．)

pairing: gojo x fem!reader

cw: edging, overstimulation, praise, some breathplay

Gojo likes to spoil you rotten.

He has no issue with buying you material things, he can make it happen with a simple swipe of his card. He loves spoiling you with his love and affection, pampering you as he coos and praises until you’re red in the face.

His adoration and utter devotion makes you feel like a glutton, and Gojo’s more than happy to keep providing until you’re full (because even when you think you can’t take anymore, you can. Because Gojo says so).

Anything to keep his baby happy. Spoiled.

But that’s where his predicament lies.

“Fuck, ‘toru,” you moan, back arching off the mattress as Satoru plows into you.

You’re dangerously close.

“Be good,” he warns, warm hand on your tummy to push you back down flat against the mattress. “Look at me.” So you do. He’s smiling but you can see the predatory glint in his eyes, almost like they’re challenging you to disobey him.

He’s been edging you for what feels like hours now. Satoru may be sweet, but times like these show just how primal and sadistic he can be— getting off on making you cry and beg for him.

“‘Toru, ‘toru I can’t! It’s too much,” you whine. Your head feels dizzy and all your senses are being bombarded by Satoru. It’s too overwhelming.

“But it’s not enough princess,” he coos, pressing his lips to yours before deepening the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hard, and he feels a wave of satisfaction and pleasure wash through him as you clench around his length. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill.

You feel yourself edge towards your climax once more, words bubbling up your throat but dying on the tip of your tongue as you prepare yourself to beg once again for your release. Surely, your boyfriend can’t refuse you again?

“Baby, gonna cum, please—”

The building pressure dies down as quickly as it comes. Satoru pulls out, cock glistening from evidence of your consummation.

“No.”

“B-but, why?” You sputter, tears threatening to spill from your lashline.

“Because I said so,” he says simply. “Don’t be a brat.”

You grip the sheets in frustration. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve been brought so devastatingly close to your climax, only to have it ripped away from you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Satoru, just make me fucking cum already,” you spit, tone vexing.

All movements stop. Satoru’s looking at you, eyes wide, like he can’t believe his baby had the spunk to lash out at him. The look of surprise melts into a contemplative one.

“Guess I haven’t fucked you stupid yet,” he tuts, large hands cupping your tits, pinching your nipples hard, smiling as it elicits a particularly sinful moan from you, “since you still have that little attitude of yours.” One hand travels up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing firmly.

You feel your mouth run dry and your pussy clench around nothing.

“Beg.”

The simple command has you sputtering, babbling desperately pleas you hope are enough to satisfy him. They’re not.

“Tell me you need me. That I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” Satoru is crazed now, possessive, signaling that he’s starting to feel as fucked out as you are.

“Ah, ‘toru, please— I need you so much,” you babble, thighs quivering as your boyfriend begins to pound into you mercilessly. “You’re the only one that can make me feel this good.”

“Good girl,” he pants, cerulean orbs rolling back into his skull has he feels balls tighten. “Now you’re going to take everything I give you, ‘kay pretty girl?”

All you can do is nod.

A thought crosses his mind. Has he spoiled you too much?

When he sees you, so pliant and needy and behaved for him, he thinks that it’s a foolish question.

There’s no such thing as too much.

he’s so hot he’s so sexy i want him

[p-antomime]

Good Hands.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 1,4K.

𖦹 content: soft dom!ran, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, hints of dumbification, edging, manhandle, mating press, age gap.

𖦹 pairings: [older] bf!haitani ran x [younger] gf!fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. request. ┊ taglist! ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!

The phone rang once. Twice. Thrice. Your hand reached for the bedside table the first time, his hand pulled yours away from it, he wanted your full attention on him. The second time, you tried to catch the breath and do the same action as before, your boyfriend grunted in response, holding you still, almost pinned by the waist, against the soft mattress of the bed in his house. The third and final time, a gasping "Please" came from yours lips, he leaned over to pick up the phone and stare at the glowing screen before opening a cocky smile and rolling his eyes before speaking: 

"It's your mom, Mama's lil' girl," his voice remained calm as the phone was delivered into your hands and his other fingers, deep inside you, increased the speed just so Ran could see you get teary eyed as your tried to control your own reactions. 

You already knew what the subject matter was in that call, especially since, when you left home warning that you might be spending the night at Ran's house, the first thing your mother did was try to come up with excuses and obstacles to make you stay home as if she was protecting you from a world you already knew, liked, enjoyed and desired. 

It was obvious that she and your father were not the biggest fans of Haitani Ran, and deep down he understood very well why that was that way and agreed that your parents were just trying to make you not waste a part of your life that you might regret later — although, Ran didn't consider himself a waste of time or a mistake for you. The main problem was the age issue, he was older and gave you a sense of security and warmth that even the most mature guy your age couldn't get in a million years, and you were willing to pick as many fights as necessary with your parents to stay by his side, being his cute little girlfriend that he always presented with a wide smile and a proud hand showing off the pair of rings he bought in the first months of official dating. 

Ran understood where yours parents' concern was coming from, he understood even too well, but they needed to face it: Haitani Ran is not that bad. Not now, not after going through his entire youth being a delinquent for Tenjiku and Kantou Manji and Rokuhara. In fact, he had even stopped actively engaging in some other personal works with Rindou as soon as he started dating you just to try to fit into his father's "perfect, starched guy" box. 

"Yes? Hello? Mom?", you asked irritably trying to balance the cell phone between your sweaty fingers as Ran left wet kisses all over your back and tried not to make the bed sheets rustle too much, "Huh? I'm at–," his fingers curved inside your pussy and you bit the bottom lip, only speaking again when you were sure you weren't going to moan into the sound pickup of the phone, "At Ran's place, his house, yes, now, I'm with him!" 

Ran leaned in to rest the chest against your back and rest his face against your other shoulder, his breath beating over your neck and causing a shiver to run down your back and your walls to clench even tighter around his fingers, the adrenaline beginning to dilate his veins the same way it did when he and Rindou were in the middle of a gang war.  

"Tell her your boyfriend is treating you so well," you heard him whisper anda at the same time, felt his fingers increase the rhythm, the wet noises between your legs inevitably becoming more present and your head getting more and more dizzy, "How I am stretching you out so nice, she should know you are in good hands."  

You whispered a "Stop" to him and your mom thought it was up to her and you mentally cursed. The situation was thin ice and your boyfriend would rather get in the way than help.

"W-What? With... him? With Ran?", you looked at him and he understood that your mother wanted to talk to him.

However, your phone was not picked up by him until he took fingers out of your pussy, sucked them calmly watching you almost despair with the call still active and manhandled your body to leave you lying facing him, with legs pressed against your breasts in a typical mating press and his dick rubbing between your wet, sensitive folds and a deep breath coming out of you as soon as he took control of the situation and placed the phone against his ear.  

"Yeah, Miss? Ran talking here right now, you need anything?", he looked at you with a sideways smile playing on his lips and, with his other hand holding your waist, directed his cock to be flush with your entrance, ready to slide inside, "Yes, I am with her right now, she's kinda busy, but ‘m not, 'course we can talk, Miss." 

On the other end of the line, your mother was complaining to Ran that she wanted you home by 10:00 at night. He looked at the wall clock; it was already 11:30, almost midnight. And, truth be told, Rindou's older brother only heard the beginning of her complaint, the seconds later he was busy biting his lip hard and pounding deep inside you, his long cock kissing your soft cervix and making your walls stretch almost to their limit to take him. 

For you, it was the last straw, Ran had been edging you all night, always taking you to the edge of cumming, and it was exactly what you needed to cum with eyes rolling up and fingers digging into the bed sheets desperately, your pussy clenching around him and squirting completely over his shaft and making the mess of bodies in his bedroom even bigger. 

You didn't see it, but there was a smug, proud smile on his lips and he had to press the phone against his ear to concentrate back on the woman on the other end of the line. 

"10PM, you say? Oh, it's already so late, I don't think I could–", he thrusted hard into you, the headboard slamming against the wall and one hand forcing your legs to remain propped against your bust, "Sorry, y'know how loud my neighboors are with those parties, right? And, Miss, I don't think I could let your pretty daughter go back to your home at this time, it's so late, isn't it? Besides this–", Ran began slowly slamming inside you, "She's in such good hands, trust me, I even have some clothes of hers here, in my house, so we may have no problems ‘n–" 

This time, your mom gave the cell phone to your dad and Ran rolled his eyes ready to listen to him ranting that he wanted you two to break up, after all, where have you ever seen a guy as old as Rindou's brother fall in love with a girl as straight, as young as you? Unacceptable! 

But, the call didn't last. Your boyfriend hung up and threw the phone down on the armchair next to the bed before he put both hands on your thighs and really began to move fast and hard inside you; your moans finally being able to be released and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberating throughout the room. 

Now it wasn't just casual sex, just sex as you normally did. Ran was now in charge of fucking the worries out of you, it was his job to make you relaxed and not let your pretty little head worry – and he was great at it. 

"Can you feel me throbbing inside you, princess?", he asked rhetorically, and you tried to groan out a positive response that made him open a little smile sideways; in the end, you were always going to be his favorite drooling, murmuring mess, "'Course you can, you can feel everything just like always, right? You're always so sensitive." 

Ran, after stroking a little more, realized how close he himself was, the veins around his cock foreshadowing an ever closer climax. 

"I wonder if you're goin’ to be more sensitive when I fuck a baby into you, are you goin' to, princess?", you couldn't answer anymore, anything that came out of your mouth was just a mess of words and whimpers, "We can't know if I don't breed you, can we? So sad, I think I'll need to fill you up real good, wasting no drop, so we can find it out, huh?" 

If your parents were already pissed that you were dating an older guy, Haitani Ran could give them a good reason to be. 

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[snazzyturtles]

"Somnolent"

asahi x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

plagued by nightmares, you just can't fall asleep- until your roommate decides to help out

somnolent- a state of strong desire for sleep, refer to the state preceding falling asleep.

wc: 10.4 k

tw: roommates, aged up (post-timeskip) , unprotected, teasing, titty sucking, fingering, handjobs, edging, bd/sp, mating press, creampie, pet names (little bunny, princess, baby, sweetheart/sweetie) , implied small/short-er reader (but lets face it asahi is a big boy so pretty much everyone fits in this category) , asahi has a subconscious daddy kink

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night. 

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.” 

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more. 

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours. 

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions. 

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep. 

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark. 

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly. 

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny." 

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?” 

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers. 

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin. 

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything. 

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down. 

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?” 

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute. 

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly. 

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch. 

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response. 

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

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a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

@tsukiran @msbyomimi

[gojospet]

scara smut! :3

modernau!scara (dom) x afab sub reader (0,8k words)

degradation, praise, electrostimulation, slapping, mean dom! scara, brat taming, fingering, breeding, edging, (scara and reader are in college) , soft aftercare :3 (do tell me if i missed something!!!)

the bell rang for lunch time and you ran from the class to the hallway and in the cafeteria to see your best friends and your boyfriend.. scara.

“hiii miko! hi childe!” you said while running to hug miko

“hiii scara!! i missed you!” you said and hugged him as you gave him a kiss

“hey there sleepyhead, i saw you sleeping in class from the window,”

“i missed you too though” he smiled and hugged you back.

while you were all talking , you suddenly had an idea.

“hey guys did you know that scara is actually very submissive in bed?” you suddenly said

scara’s smile (?) disappeared and he was glaring at you with his eyes widened

“hahahaha! i knew it” said childe

you could see scara’s face was getting angrier and angrier by the second and you knew you were in trouble.

“y/n come with me right now.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to an empty classroom.

“you wanna act like that in front of them hm? you wanna be a brat?”

“n-no ‘m sorry i didn’t mean t-“

scara suddenly grabbed you by the collar and bent you over to a nearby desk

“shut the fuck up. you wanna act like a whore? i’ll treat you like one.” he said and yanked your skirt down

“you’re even wearing a skirt in school? filthy slut.”

“‘m not a slut!! i didn’t mean to really!”

“yeah?” he grabbed your jaw and turned your face towards him while giving you a hard slap on my cheek

“ow!!!” you whimpered and looked up at him

“that’s what you deserve you disgusting whore. you’re only worthy for being my toy aren’t you? filthy bitch.” he suddenly pulled your panties down and thrusted a finger inside of you making you moan out loud

“shut the fuck up,” he groaned while grinding against you and put two of his fingers in your mouth in order to shut you up

“mmf~~”

“stop whining. you wanna be a good girl for me? you want more hm? beg for it. beg for me to fill your slutty cunt with my fingers,” he said while putting his fingers out of your mouth so i could “beg”

“please scara! please, wanna be your good girl i want you to make me cum please!!”

“hmmm try a little harder will you?” he pulled his finger out and started to run it down your spine,

“please master! put them in please i want to feel your fingers inside of me!”

“good girl,” he smiled and thrusted three of his fingers inside of you

“ah~ t-too much!!”

“aww is it too much for my little slut? you don’t even deserve my fingers. be grateful you bitch” he pulled his fingers out of you just as you were about to cum

“n-no!! nooo please scara why??!” you moaned while bucking your hips into his hand in an attempt to get his fingers back inside of you.

“no. the only thing you’ll be cumming on today is my cock.”

he spread your legs and forced his cock inside of you

“mmgh!!! s-scara!”

“yeah? you like that slut?” he moaned and you suddenly felt an electric jolt on your clit

“HAH~ sc-scara! wh-wha-,”

“more hm? that’s what you’re gonna ask? always wanting more, always acting like a brat in front of our friends hm? you like the attention? you wanna act like a bitch slut in front of everyone? is that how slutty you are? disgusting bitch” he groaned and slapped your cheek making you moan loudly

“scara ‘m sorry! i’m only your slut no one else’s! i only want your attention so please make me cum please! gonna be so good for you!”

“yeah? you’re gonna be good?” he said while electrocuting you once more, making you whimper and moan in bliss.

“yes! promise!! only your good girl kuni!!”

“good girl” he started thrusting his cock inside of you even faster than before

“fuck.. i’m going to cum inside of you. you want that hm? dirty slut,”

“please! cum inside of me scara!!! ‘m gonna cum!”

you came at the same time and he came with a loud groan inside of you, pushing his cock out and pumping two fingers inside of your pussy to stop his cum that was leaking

“don’t waste a single drop. got it?”

“mhm! thank you scara~ thank you master!”

“you’re such a good girl y/n,” he kissed you and wiped my tears

“let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up hm?”

“yes!”

“you’re still in trouble though. when we get to our dorm i won’t hold back.”

“fineeee whatever, i don’t really care anyways i love it when you’re rough with me” you winked at him and started putting your clothes on

“you’re such a whore but i love that so much about you. i love you , y/n.”

“i love you too scara” you said and kissed his lips softly

[zero00kiryu00]

Hey bestie! Fic swap? 👀✨️ specifically a super soft x reader with kiri? - ur bestie ghost 👻🩷

Pairing: Pro-Hero! Kirishima X Quirkless! Fem! Reader Length: 4.5k words || ao3 link || Genre: Hurt & Comfort, Romance, Nsfw, Aged-Up Characters (Pro-Hero!Kirishima) Headliner created by me. Warning tags: Praise, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm "denial", breeding kink, some nipple play, oral (f receiving), creampie, cockwarming. Synopsis: Y/N has had an awful week. To top off losing her job, Y/N's feeling of inadequacy as a quirkless individual bubble up to the surface. Fuelled by jealousy over her boyfriend's quirk, Y/N vents her insecurity to Kirishima. Kirishima comforts her as best as he can, making sure she knows she is more than enough.

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“In today’s news, we explore recent happenings within the City…”

The quiet voice of the newscaster from the television speakers held your attention. The drone of the air conditioning mimicked the quiet mean-spirited voice in the back of your mind, ever present, but not a focal point until you thought about it for too long. It had been a terrible week, and somehow an even more terrible day. You had lost your job at the start of the week and things just went downhill from there. So, in an attempt to make yourself feel better, you sat on the couch, cross-legged and clutching onto a pillow, a blanket draped over your shoulders, and a half-finished bowl of soup on the coffee table in front of you, hoping to cheer yourself up with a girl power movie. It hadn’t really worked so you were just flipping through channels mindlessly until the news popped up. 

“Another villain was successfully captured this afternoon. Pro-Heros Red Riot and Dynamight apprehended the tornado villain…”

The newscaster’s voice died away, blending in with the sounds of the air conditioning in the background. A film clip from that afternoon started playing on screen, the camera panning from building destruction to two burly young men high-fiving. You recognized them immediately, not just because they were famous heroes, but because you knew them personally. The young man with the spiky red hair and toothy grin, Eijirou Kirishima, better known as Red Riot, was your boyfriend. You stared as the camera zoomed in on his face, a couple fresh scratches on his right cheek from the battle, grinning ear to ear. It made you happy to see him doing so well as a pro-hero; to see his success. And yet, you couldn’t help the familiar, growing pit of jealousy that sank in your stomach. 

You didn’t want to resent him for his success. He was so kind and caring with you; really, he was the perfect boyfriend. It wasn’t him you hated. It was yourself. 

You continued watching the clip that played on the television. One of the reporters on scene asked the heroes to show off their quirks. Kirishima did it so effortlessly, smashing his fists together to emphasize his hardening quirk. You clutched the pillow you were holding just a bit tighter when the crowd on tv started to cheer for him, chanting over and over Red Riot. Your jaw tightened, your teeth gnashing against each other out of frustration. 

“Stupid quirks…,” you muttered to yourself. “I’d be way better than any of them if I had my own…”

You trailed off just as the latch of the front door clicked open. Instinctively, you turned off the TV and tossed the remote beside you, burrowing further into your blanket, pulling it over your head and leaning onto the pillow. 

“I’m home!” Kirishima shouted as he entered the house you shared, sounding more cheerful than he ever had before, or so it seemed to you, anyway. 

“Hey,” you mumbled just loudly enough for him to hear from the entryway. You heard him kick off his boots and shuffle quickly down the hallway. He slid into the room heroically, striking a pose with his hands on his hips and grinning down on you. 

“Guess who saved the city again?” he proclaimed loudly, following up with a boisterous laugh. You just rolled your eyes and sunk further into the pillow, letting out a long sigh. 

“You?” you guessed monotonically, just to amuse him. Kirishima’s smile started to disappear as he got a closer look at how you were sitting. He knew that hunched posture meant something had happened; usually it meant he had done something, but he couldn’t think of anything he had done wrong this time. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, voice soft and gentle as he scooted onto the couch beside you. He leaned forward, placing his elbow on his knees to peer into the blanket, clasping his hands together. You turned your gaze to meet his only briefly, darting it away after just a few seconds of contact. You couldn’t look at him for too long, didn’t dare stare into his comforting eyes for fear of breaking right there. Your insecurity wasn’t his fault. 

“Nothing, you wouldn’t get it,” you denied, turning your head away from him and staring at the wall instead. Kirishima frowned, scooting over a little bit closer to you and wrapping his arm across your shoulders, giving you a squeeze. The warmth radiating off of his body onto yours was comforting, as always, but his proximity at that moment was not helping as much as you had wanted it to. 

“Is this about losing your job on Monday?” he mused, noticing the way you tensed up under him as soon as he mentioned it. “I know that position meant a lot to you. Are you worried that you’re not contributing enough or something, angel?” 

You just sighed and shook your head, refusing to acknowledge him any further than that for now. Kirishima continued to ask a couple questions, trying to pry the information he was looking for out of you. He knew how stubborn you could get, how you’d refuse to admit anything was wrong until it was too late and your emotions boiled over. He didn’t want you to get to that point again, he had been so worried for you the last time it had happened. He was trying to get better at noticing when you were struggling, but he had been away so much this week with missions and patrols that he couldn’t gauge how close you were to falling apart.  

“I can take care of you, Y/N.”

Those were the words that made you snap. You gripped the pillow in your lap and shoved it into Kirishima’s stomach, throwing the blanket off of you when you stood up off of the couch, whipping around to face him. 

“I’m not some stupid civilian that needs saving, Eijirou!” you shouted angrily at him. Kirishima simply held the pillow against himself, staring up at you in surprise while you paced in front of him. “I don’t want you to take care of me like I’m some helpless housewife, okay? I want to take care of myself. I want to be like you!”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be like me in this world? To be without a quirk? You don’t know the unrelenting bullying I dealt with in school. You have no idea how many jobs I dreamt about wanting that I can’t have cause I don’t meet the quirk requirement. You don’t understand how I felt, waiting, praying that my quirk was going to show up one day; that I was just a late bloomer and eventually I’d get to be the hero I had always wanted to be. You will never understand the humiliation and ridicule I face in my life every single day. I’m not enough; how I am, how I exist is not enough to live peacefully in this world.

“You’re praised to high heaven because of your quirk while I’m just- just,” you paused, searching for the words to express precisely how you felt. “I’m worthless.”

You huffed, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, finally having said everything you needed to in that moment. Before Kirishima could say anything, you turned quickly on your heel, rushing up the stairs and heading towards your shared bedroom. The slam of the door behind you made Kirishima jump a bit. He sat there in silence for a while, processing, ruminating, trying desperately to understand what had just happened. He had never seen you so angry, so... Hurt. He sighed, tilting his head back to rest on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He really didn’t understand how you felt. He tried to imagine how he would be without his quirk, how it would feel to be in your shoes, but it always came up blank. He couldn’t think of what he would do besides being a hero; it was just so natural for him. He had never wanted to be anything else. And maybe, he thought, that was the problem.

Kirishima sighed again, shaking his head and tossing the pillow to the side, pulling himself off the couch and shuffling around the living room. He mindlessly found himself at the bottom of the stairs, his gaze climbing to the top landing and staring at your bedroom door. Without second thought, he went upstairs. He waited a bit longer at the door, not entirely sure if it was right for him to knock and be with you right then. Did you need more space? Did you want space to begin with? He took a deep breath in and made a decision.

Kirishima knocked quietly on the bedroom door, his gaze focused on the silver door handle. 

“Go away…,” you muttered, just wanting to be left alone. And yet, you craved his presence, his comfort. You wanted his arms wrapped around you, whispering that everything would be okay, that you were his everything, that you were perfect to him. 

Kirishima sighed, ignoring your dismissal and turning the doorknob to let himself in. His heart sank when he saw you curled up on the bed, back turned away from him so you faced the wall in the soft light of the setting sun. He didn’t say anything, just shuffled over to the bed and crawled in beside you. He scooted in behind you, pulling you over from your side of the bed to meet him in the middle, wrapping his arm across your stomach to keep you from pulling away. You lay there together in silence for what felt like an eternity, with only the ticking alarm clock on Kirishima’s bedside stand filling the quiet air. 

“I’m sorry for being so insensitive earlier,” Kirishima began to say, speaking softly against your ear. It sent a small shiver up your spine, feeling his breath against your neck as he spoke. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. I promise to try and be more understanding of your situation, angel. But I promise, promise, you are more than enough. You are so intelligent, and so patient and compassionate. You’ve got no clue how many people you make smile when you walk into a room. I could go on and on and on about how amazing you are, angel.” 

He nuzzled his nose into your shoulder, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of vanilla on your skin. His grip tightened around you, his knees curling underneath yours in an attempt to get even closer to you than he had been before. 

“You are enough,” he repeated, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Repeat it to me, angel.”

You could feel your face growing flush, nervous knots tying together in your stomach. You didn’t want to repeat the words back. You felt you didn’t deserve to repeat them. But you would, for him. 

“I…,” you began, voice quivering with uncertainty. “I’m enough.”

“Again,” he asked of you gently, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“I’m enough,” you repeated, this time with more determination in your voice. You could feel Kirishima smile against your skin. 

“One more time. Third time’s the charm, y’know,” he joked with a slight chuckle. You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip across your lips. 

“I’m enough,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, confirming to yourself the sincerity of your own words. Kirishima gave you a gentle squeeze. He shifted behind you, propping himself onto one arm and leaning around you to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised with a smile. Kirishima’s hand traced small, slow, comforting circles along your stomach with his fingers. You took in a deep breath, enjoying his proximity, his warmth, the feeling of his breathing against your back. You turned yourself back to face him, warmth gleaming in your eyes when you looked up at him. Kirishima met your gaze immediately, looking down at you with a proud smile. His hand trailed further over your hip, resting on your thigh. “Can I show you how much you mean to me?” 

His hushed request made your cheeks burn and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You knew exactly what that question meant; and you were craving it. You were craving him. You didn’t say anything, just brought your hand up to pull him down into a sweet kiss. A quiet, satisfied hum left Kirishima’s lips while he kissed you. He never really was good with words; he found he somehow always messed something up when trying to say something sincere. He knew he’d be able to get his message across through his actions. 

Kirishima pulled away from the kiss only briefly, giving himself enough time to shift backwards and roll you onto your back. He climbed overtop of you, his arms resting on either side of your head. He took a minute just to survey you, to watch your lips as they parted with a slight hush of air, to meet your eyes, still a bit irritated from the tears you shed. He smiled softly.

“You’re so perfect, angel,” he complimented you with a sweet whisper before leaning forward to resume kissing you. You leaned upwards into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, greedily drinking in his careful attention to you. It made you feel wanted, needed. Kirishima’s kisses were filled with warmth and comfort, speaking words to you he could never say out loud. His tongue trailed against your bottom lip, silently begging for permission to deepen his kiss. 

You closed your eyes and allowed him the moment, leaning into him and pulling him closer. Your lips met in the most tender and passionate moment yet. Your hearts beat in sync, your breaths heavy with desire. He pulled you closer still, kissing deeply and softly, his tongue slowly exploring yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers curling into the red spikes, refusing to let him pull away as you basked in the moment, holding close to the person you loved most; to the person you felt safest with.

Kirishima hummed into the kiss, signalling to you to pull away for a minute. He didn’t waste any time when you eased your grip in his hair, leaning forward and leaving a trail of soft kissing along your neck. You could feel your face getting warmer with each kiss, starting at the underside of your jaw, crawling down your neck, flitting against your collarbone. Kirishima pulled aside a strap from the tank top you wore, continuing his mission, kissing along the curve of your breast until his lips captured your nipple. A soft moan escaped your lips as he tongued and toyed with you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, building in anticipation of what was to follow. Kirishima’s hand trailed down the side of your body, fingers following the curve of your waist, curling into the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them away, discarding them to the foot of the bed, leaving you partially exposed. He sat back a bit, mouth leaving your breast and his eyes met yours. He toyed with the edge of your tank top. 

“Take this off for me, angel,” he commanded gently. “Let me see how beautiful you are under this shirt.”

You flushed bright red at his request, but obliged, sitting up slightly to pull your top off, discarding it to the floor. Kirishima hummed pleasantly, taking in every inch of you. 

"My god..." Kirishima muttered, his eyes drinking you in. Your body was truly a work of art. His gaze trails up your frame, from your breasts to your shoulders and back down to your stomach. His hands swept against your sides, his whispering touch sending shivers down your spine. You leaned back to give him room to continue, your pussy dripping with anticipation at what was to come. 

Kirishima wiggled back towards the edge of the bed, stationing himself between your legs. Gently, he pushed them apart, crouching forward and pressing kisses to your inner thigh, teeth catching skin with every other kiss. You squirm slightly, a soft groan encouraging Kirishima to continue. Instead of giving you what you so desperately craved, however, he moved to your other thigh, repeating the same ritual he began, kissing and nipping at your sensitive skin. You whined in protest. 

“Eijirou, please,” you begged, making him chuckle. Finally, he relinquished your request, adjusting his position before pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit. You moaned when his tongue began to trace slow circles around it, heat pooling into your core and making you even wetter. Kirishima continued to tease, you running his tongue up your velvety slit, licking up any slick he could and relishing in the taste of you. You were perfect to him in every possible way. He leaned deeper into you, pushing his tongue into your pussy, running it along your walls, coaxing a louder moan from you, before turning his attention back to your swelling clit. Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as you got closer to your release. Your back arched, alerting Kirishima to the proximity of your orgasm, and he immediately pulled away. You groaned, whining and squirming with want, annoyed at him for denying you when you were so close. 

“I want to get you built up a bit more, angel,” Kirishima began, hands trailing up your legs. “You just look so gorgeous when you cum for me. I want to make sure I can see it. I want to see you writhing for me, begging for me. I need to see you enjoying my touch.”

Kirishima leaned forward, his right hand moving back down towards your leaking pussy, coating his fingers in your slick. He slowly ran it up and down your slit, briefly rubbing circles along your clit. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, watching to catch your gaze. As soon as your eyes met, Kirishima slowly pushed two fingers into your pussy. He watched as your lips parted, watched as your chest heaved with sweet gasp, and enjoyed the satisfied moan that followed. He gave you a minute to adjust to him before moving his fingers inside of you, curling them in just the right way so that they hit your g-spot with every stroke. 

“Eijirou,” you whimpered. Kirishima leaned forward, pressing kisses against your neck as he continued to fingerfuck you, increasing his pace. 

“I make you feel good, don’t I, angel?” he mused, trailing kisses along the column of your neck until he got to your ear. He nibbled gently at the lobe. “It feels good when I fuck you like this doesn’t it?” 

You nodded your head, agreeing wholeheartedly. It felt good, so good. You wished it would never stop. You wished to feel the heat of his touch, to feel the whisper of his breath as he spoke in your ear, to feel his comfort, for as long as you possibly could. 

“My pretty girl…” Kirishima continued, his thumb finding its way to your clit while his fingers continued to pump inside of you. He could feel you getting closer; he could feel how you tightened against his fingers, enjoyed the sounds of your breathing getting heavier, your moans getting louder. He leaned up, watching your brows furrow in pleasure. “Is my pretty girl ready to cum for me?” 

You huffed, an amused chuckle leaving your lips as you turned your gaze to meet his. 

“I’ve been ready,” you whined through a moan. “Please, please can I cum? Please, I want to cum for you, Eijirou.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, signalling his permission. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming against his fingers, legs shaking, tears pricking in your eyes with the intensity of the pleasure you felt. He slowed the pace of his fingers, letting you enjoy the feeling of him for just a while longer as you finished your release. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing your temple as you rode out your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt, making you whine. You missed him already. “Don’t worry, angel, I’m not going far.”

Kirishima lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a smirk as he pushed himself off the bed. He quickly discarded his shirt, pants following suit. You watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off of his hips. You followed his fingers, watching as his cock sprang free from its containment, precum already dripping from the tip. A dark stain flushed your cheeks bright red. Kirishima went to rummage for a condom in his bedside drawer, but you rolled over to take his hand, stopping him. He looked over at you, a bit surprised. 

“You don’t want one?” he asked, making sure. You shook your head.

“I need all of you, Eijirou, please…” you trailed off, hoping he got your hint. Kirishima’s gaze hazed over with lust. He slammed the drawer back shut and shooed you back further on the bed to give him some more space. 

“Lay back, angel,” he directed you and you obliged, resting your head on the pillows in the middle of the bed and spreading your legs for Kirishima. He took in a deep shaky breath, practically vibrating in anticipation. He had been waiting for this all week; in between your job loss and his job demands, there hadn’t been time to properly connect. He couldn't wait to ravish you. 

Kirishima ran his cock up and down your slit, lubricating it with your slick before he maneuvered your legs over onto his shoulders, crossing your ankles around his neck. He lined himself up at your entrance, holding your legs steady with his other hand. He looked down at you, pausing just briefly to meet your gaze. Finally, he slid his cock into your entrance, a shaky groan leaving his lips as he pushed deeper inside of you. The warmth of your pussy alone was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he greedily wanted to make you cum for him again. He could hold on, but he needed to make it so you couldn’t anymore. 

Kirishima began rocking his hips, keeping a slower pace, moaning at how tight your wet cunt was. You moaned along with him, eyes rolling back at the pleasant stretch of his thick cock in your pussy. He fit so perfectly inside you, fucked you so wonderfully. He kept an even pace, fucking into you so deeply the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with every other thrust, making you wraith beneath him and edge closer to release with every movement. His pace quickened, making you moan louder. 

“Come on, angel, I know you want to cum,” he teased you, giving your ass a quick slap. “I know how good I make you feel. I know how much you want me to cum inside your cute little pussy. You want that, don’t you?” 

You whined at that, nodding your head feverishly, getting closer and closer to release with each and every one of his words. You gazed up at him, watching as his lips curled into a pleased smirk. 

“Good girls cum, don’t they?” he continued to muse. “You're gonna be a good girl for me, right, angel? You’re gonna cum all over my cock? Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me.”

With those words, you found your release, gripping at the sheets, legs tightening around Kirishima’s neck, the walls of your cunt clenching on his cock. Kirishima groaned, enjoying the intense rush he felt while you milked his cock. He listened to your continued moans, thrusting faster, until finally he reached his own release. He thrust into you twice more, punctuating each twitch of his cock as he came inside of you. Finally, he stilled, matching your laboured breathing as he brought himself out of the adrenaline high. He chuckled breathlessly, his hand gently tapping your leg, wordlessly asking for you to loosen your grip around his neck. You obliged, removing your legs from his shoulders and resting them back onto the bed. Kirishima leaned forward, crawling on top of you for a passionate kiss. You reached up as he pulled back, wrapping your arms across his neck and your legs around his hips to hold him close. You didn’t want to let him go just yet. Kirishima took the hint and snaked his arm around your back, holding you close while he turned the pair of you over so he could lay down for a minute and catch his breath. 

With you on top, and his cock still deep inside of you, Kirishima took in a deep breath, exhaling heavily as he got used to the new position. You squirmed around a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable, which only caused the both of you to shudder from the sensitivity the movement caused. You giggled a bit, finally settling down and resting your head on his shoulder, burying your nose into his neck and taking in a deep breath. You loved the way he smelled after sex, a sharp musk mixing together with his sweat. Kirishima’s hand trailed slow circles on your back, just enjoying your proximity as you both recovered. 

“Are you feeling a little bit better?” he asked. You hummed pleasantly. You did, in fact, feel a little bit better. Still not completely healed from the events of the week, but better than you had been.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you earlier…” you mumbled into his neck, wanting to say more, but Kirishima just gently shushed you. 

“It’s okay, angel. I know I won’t ever totally understand your experience, but please be open with me about it when you’re struggling, okay?” he replied. You nodded a bit, feeling a bit ashamed at your reaction. The pair of you lay there in silence for a bit longer, just enjoying each other’s company. The sound of Kirishima’s heartbeat was incredibly comforting to you.  Kirishima was the one to finally break the silence.

“How about a movie and some takeout? You can choose what we watch,” he suggested, combing his fingers through your hair. You smiled. 

“I’d like that,” you agreed. Kirishima grinned and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You sounded more relaxed now, and happier too. He knew there would be times where your insecurity got the best of you in the future, too, but that was a bridge the two of you could cross when it arrived; hopefully, with more understanding the next time it happened.

“Good. And what did we learn today?” he asked, gazing down at you. You giggled a bit, feeling more sure about what you were about to say than you ever had before. 

“I am enough.”

[aztecbrujeria]

🍋 😈NSFW...fuck triggers I'm not giving any RAYOR!!!

I could only think of cockwarming, edging, and slowly fucking Chosito in your chair while you bent over his thick tittied chesticles and started a chest piece to display the beauty of his curse.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun was drowned out by the reverb from the base of the music. The screaming and haunting vocals mixed wonderfully with the hissing and deep guttural moaning that came from the man beneath you.

The way his hair framing his face stuck to the perspiration from the mix of pain and pleasure. His lips were swollen from eating your pussy out before the appointment. God the way he bit his lip and pathetically failed at keeping quiet as you softly rolled your hips.

Fuck the way he throbbed within your gummy walls while you were busy made your nostrils flare before you sat up and bounced softly on him to make your creamy center froth around him. Bringing him to the edge and stopping to grind against him for some friction before waiting to bend back over to return to your line work.

You'd clench around his girth and watch him ball his fists staying stock still for you. His thighs shaking as he tried to move his hips just right to bury himself deeper. You'd have to tsk and sit up again and tease him before reaching up to slap him and grab his face to make him focus on you.

Dark endless ochre eyes swirling with desire and overstimulation. He begged to let him fuck you...whined like a perfectly submissive bitch...fuck you'd let him come once the color was done. You were having to much fun feeling him get harder inside of you and hit every spot inside...

[orchid3a]

ARIA MY BELOVED !! let me add fuel to the smut thoughts 🥴

either rindou or wakasa + 35 ?? hehe

ask game!! (CLOSED)

PLEASURE - H. RINDOU

✦ pairing ↷ Bonten!Haitani Rindou x f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, oral sex (f receiving), edging, hair pulling, mention of face sitting, pet names, lazy very lazy beta-reading

✦ note ↷ mh... what can i say? rinnie is hot yep, also he is the type to make his face the throne of his gf

Rindou loves two things in the world, one is his brother Ran, and the other is you; yes he loves money and power, but nothing can be compared to you.

He loves you and everything about you, from the way you talk to the little things you do, like preparing his coffee without too much sugar and pancakes, or when you stroke his hair when he is sleeping in your lap.

However, nothing can be compared with the sensation of your soft thighs, crushing his head when he is eating you out.

And the sight he has whenever he is between your thighs, that makes everything hotter. Your eyes clouded with lust, your moan and whimpers, your chest full of his hickeys, thighs marked too and chest heaving, makes Rindou so proud of his work.

If he could spend hours between your leg without worrying about work, he would do it in a heartbeat, without even thinking.

Seated on the couch, legs on Rindou’s broad shoulders, his face deep into your pussy, 

“R-Rin!? P-Please! Ngh–! Please make me cum!” You moan breathless, your hand finds itself tugging unconsciously at his fluffy violet hair.

When he feels your hand on his head, his eyes widen, and he stops in his tracks, looking straight into your orbs. The pleasure he felt when you tugged his hair, it was his first time, feeling something so… He didn’t even know how to describe it.

“Rin?” Your soft whimper wakes him up, as he notices your worried gaze, a soft smile grazes his face, before he blows a kiss over your glistening folds.

“Nothing princess… No… There is something.”

“What? Tell me Rin.”

“Pull my hair, while I eat you out.” His tone is so serious, you look at him confused. He can’t be serious? Why you should pull his hair? It will just hurt him.

“Pull my hair or I’m going to stop.” 

“Y-You can’t do it! You can’t be that petty!” You whine as he removes your legs from his shoulders.

“I can princess, so you better pull my hair or no cumming for you~” He teases and when he sees your frown, he smirks because he won.

 Rindou knows how you despise not getting what you want, and as soon as your hands grab his strands, he returns to his position.

He doesn’t even give you the time to react, that he already starts eating you out. Moans and curses leave your lips, as you pull his hair, pulling his face closer to your cunt.

And the more you pull his hair, the more Rindou gets greedy, nose deep in your pussy, his calloused hands gripping on the soft flesh of your thighs. He feels like Adam when he was in the Eden, and closer to the forbidden fruit, a fruit worthy to sin for.

His tongue slurping and licking, bullying your puffy clit, as he earns choked moans from you, Rindou drinks of your expression like a thristy man in the desert.

After years of being together, Rindou knows your body perfectly and when he sees your eyes rolling back, mouth open in a voiceless moan and your thighs crushing his head, he knows that you’re close to cum.

He will give you the best orgasm and even more today, since you behaved like his good princess, he thinks it’s right to spoil you a bit today.

Screaming his name, you came on his tongue, dirtying his chin and lips, weak you fall on the couch, Rindou still between your leg as he catches his breath.

“Fuck princess, you were so fucking hot… Wanna do more.” He murmurs, getting up and kissing your lips, and you can taste your cum mixed with his saliva.

Suddenly you find yourself seated onto his chest, Rindou now laying on the couch as a malicious grin appears on his beautiful features.

“Baby, c’mon sit on your throne… I want to feel your pretty pussy again.”

“But you just did a few minutes ago!”

“It’s never too much.” He remakes as you sigh, knowing that in the end he will win, as always. 

[nkogneatho]

Ooo since there are genderbent lover crowd here, I would like to talk about gojo grinding on your thighs. His pussy a little puffy and sore because he's been going at it for fifteen minutes but you won't let him cum. He's mewling and whimpering, fastening his pace in hope to climax. His slick is getting hotter because of the friction, his wetness dripping down your thighs. but as you felt his cunt fluttering with his grip on your shoulder tighten, you quickly hold his waist and adjust your leg away from his aching core, ruining his orgasm once again.

[manjiroscum]

GOLD LEASH

Character/s: rich boy!Hanma Shuji

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, non-con kissing, baby trapping, hanma is sometimes an asshole, unprotected sex, edging, creampie, cum play, cum facial, breeding kink, reader spanked twice, exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, slight manhandling, mentions of marathon sex, degradation, pet names and manipulation. Minors do not interact.

Notes: commissioned by bby @marism (◕દ◕)💕 hope u like it love and sorry for the delay.

Synopsis: Hanma Shuji always gets his way, even if it doesn’t sit right with you—he will.

WC: 5k

Hanma Shuji, resident scoundrel of the university and the menace responsible for blowing up the lab weeks ago that made a huge buzz around campus suddenly claimed he had a crush on you. At least that’s what he said upon confronting you in the library weeks ago while you were searching for a copy of that textbook your professor was reading.

You think the dirty bastard is hoping to become a player with your heart as his new toy.

Normally, anyone would steer clear of him in hopes of not getting unwanted attention from the infamous student, but in a university belonging to a small world, it was hard not to cross paths with Hanma once or twice. It was a bit confusing how he was accepted by such a prestigious institution. Imaging him studying or even just coming to class like any average student will seem more like a myth than the existence of warlocks. But contrary to his reputation, Hanma Shuji was passing with flying colors—much to your surprise because you’d think he was paying to get those aces. Yet, he did not strike you as the type of person to possess such wealth to be able to bribe the university. Considering how he appeared like he wasn’t rich like the other men in your class and lived like he was sleeping on the streets. Still, you did not want to associate with him because of his tendency of being a troublemaker. Him, on the other hand…

“Babe, do you think I should go to the library later?”

“Why on earth would you ask me what you should do? Shouldn't that be your problem?” Brows pinched in annoyance, maneuvering around to dodge his tattooed sin hand reaching out to touch you, to be able to wrap his fingers around any part just so he could pull you close. The corners of his lips curled at your hostile reaction but welcomed it nonetheless. “And don’t call me 'babe'. We’re not dating—”

“Yet,” he chuckled to tease you, which he succeeded based on the irritated glare that you shot the man before walking away. Hoping he wouldn't follow you to the library. “Come on, we could have a little study date. What do ‘ya say?”

But this is the Hanma Shuji that poked around where his nose didn't belong. The same Hanma Shuji who trashed the nearby cafe by bringing a couple of his rowdy friends yet still manages to befriend one of the smartest students here. Yes, Hanma Shuji who wouldn't leave you alone despite being blown off countless times because you weren't interested in dating a man who seemed like he hasn’t showered in days but was still sought after by the girls in your department. Your mother may have said never to judge a book by its cover, but you weren't even sure if Hanma is genuine. It came to the point he was rumored to be a sleaze, leeching off from the women he slept with from copying homework to receiving no resistance in intimacy.

Was it because he seemed vulnerable? Approachable? Someone whom they can baby? That facade of helplessness is really beneficial for him, huh?

It’s quite hard to see the gentleman's appeal through the confident smirks, the tattered jeans, baggy shirts, and hoodies—the tattoo on his hands and gold chain earring screaming he wasn’t one you could take home to meet your mother without her questioning your taste. And yet, even with that sort of ensemble, Hanma Shuji just seemed… handsome? As much as it pains you to admit this, he is indeed a good-looking guy especially if you look past the foul mouth and nefarious reputation he was known for. What's more, you found the ever-present smug grin on his face quite frustratingly attractive.

But then again, the reminder of him being an asshole and a total player was like a hanging guillotine over your neck—there was no way he’d take you seriously. It would be a damn miracle if he does. Not that you wanted him to!

And what do I have to be so worried about? There’s no way I’ll fall for a jackass like him. If anything, I’d rather kiss a fish than him. There’s just no way… right?

Yeah, there was no way you’d fall for a guy like Hanma Shuji, who didn’t even ask if he could corner you in the library and kiss you squarely on the lips. Body frozen out of surprise, you stared at him with wide eyes, pupils taking in the heated desire in those golden ones that never broke contact. Gauging your reaction silently as his tongue slowly slid out of his lips to swipe at your lower lips, hoping you’d let him in so he could taste and see if you were divine as he thought you’d be. And really, with his huge palms reaching up and touching your hips, waist, and lower back—goosebumps rose across your flesh akin to daisies popping out in spring, your lower region coated with slick in betrayal at your conviction of not falling for Hanma. What cemented it, however, was when you found yourself kissing him back. Intent on tasting him, too.

Sweet—intoxicatingly sweet, is what Hanma tasted like.

A thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues upon pulling away, so obscene yet mesmerizing to look at. His haunting gold hues smoldered while yours were dazed, mouth parted as you caught your breath. The library is silent as it can be, but you fear anyone who may pass by the bound volume section could hear your heart hammering inside your ivory ribcage. If anyone could see you two together, the scoundrel of the campus locking lips with the darling student of your department—heads would definitely start flying and mouths chattering around the hallway on why you agreed to become another notch on his belt would echo for days. Good thing the only witnesses were the books and the wind entering the open window. Orange leaves falling in the background ever so beautifully never fails to cast a calm over your chest.

But, fuck, no matter how much you stared at it, or perhaps even drink an endless amount of tea could have your pounding heart shut up and return to its normal pace. All due to Hanma Shuji kissing you in the library out of nowhere because he can.

Punch him—you wanted to punch the living daylights out of that ridiculously handsome man along with his smug smirk. To wipe that shit-eating grin off his face and give him the middle finger for extra good measure.

“Did ‘ya like it so much to still be speechless, babe?” he chuckled, finding enjoyment in your indignant state, even if he was the one who caused it. “If we date, that can be an everyday thing. Perhaps even more—”

“No thank you,” you hissed, careful not to scream at him for his rash behavior, cheeks aggravating warm. “There won’t be any of that kissing! If you wanna mess around, find someone else or go to your usual whores, alright? Leave me out of this—I’m never dating you.”

Really hilarious of you to say that to his face, only to wind up sitting next to him on your couch, in your apartment and him kissing and marking up your neck five days later. The dingy wallpaper mockingly laughing at you, same with the floors and every corner that screamed about his presence from the discarded scarf, the combat boots by the door to the glasses he wore sitting on the coffee table. All of them screamed the same thing at you.

What a hypocrite she is.

“So pretty… Don’t be shy, moan more for me, babe,” Hanma whispered, golden irises rivaling the sun’s searing hue peering up to drink in your blissful expression etched across your features. Hand with sin crawling up your back, making it past the hem of your shirt to fully rid you of your bra. The other, punishment, pinching one of the taut nipples that had you whining into the air. “That’s it—more, more, more. Let me hear you, babe.”

Hanma Shuji was definitely good with his hands and tongue. Expertly eliciting a lewd moan rivaling that of a seasoned pornstar that had the golden-eyed man smirking against the supple flesh of your inner thighs. The taste of your delectable slick on the rough surface of his tongue continued to tease and lick your throbbing clit, eager for more after pulling two orgasms out of you already. The pajamas you wore left to gaze up at the ceiling next to his hoodie on the floor. Who were you in the face of such deliriously pleasant ecstasy that would never be achieved by your own fingers or the many toys you have discarded because they were never enough to make you reach that plane of bliss?

“Hanma… more, gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Sobbing into your hand, your gaze never left the intoxicating sight of Hanma’s head in between your legs. You couldn’t even begin to grasp the reality that he was here, in your apartment after giving a shitty excuse to see you and is now eating you out on the old couch from your parents’ house. You shouldn’t have believed him—saying that he wanted to copy your notes from literary class. But then again, you were rejoicing inside that you did. Because you didn’t know anyone who could eat pussy this good than him.

“My baby is gonna cum again?” he hummed, eyes twinkling in glee at you keening. Both of his hands kept your legs from closing in, wanting to focus on having you squirt just by his tongue alone. “Come ‘n, cum in my mouth. Wanna see this pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Juices coating his chin, lips, and his nose, Hanma Shuji blinked up and knew he has found the one—enchanted by your pretty face all fucked out and nipples all perked up. His initial attraction to you may have been fueled by some of his peers. Because no one has ever tried to date the pretty girl of the department and officially became her boyfriend. When Hanma knew you had been single for a long time, he began to think you were some stuck-up bitch who’d spread her legs immediately after a few hints of his background. But surprisingly, you weren’t. You were sometimes a bitch though, he was not gonna lie. With the way you would continuously give him the cold shoulder, Hanma almost thought he was daydreaming whenever you acted out of kindness.

It irritates him to know that you were indeed the total sweetheart everyone knew to anyone who isn’t him, Hanma Shuji.

He had fun chasing after you through corridors and in the library. Hoping to catch you off guard and talk to you. To see how what was all the buzz about you and why those poor fuckers couldn’t get in your pants. He never saw it coming that he’d be like those fools he made fun of. It wasn’t soon. Wasn’t too long before that hunger for the taste of victory morphed into something stronger that fueled the enigma named Hanma Shuji.

He wanted to possess you.

“Are you really gonna sit through this class?” Eyes narrowed at your lover sitting next to you in a lecture he had no business in, you were close to pinching his ear and pulling him out the door. Who wouldn’t feel the same way when everyone here was all so serious in listening while Hanma was munching on a bag of chips in tattered jeans and a hoodie that looked like it hasn’t been washed for a month? You just wished he’d make an effort to appear more…

More what, exactly?

“Why not?” He grinned, waving a half-eaten chip in your frowning face that was equally flaming due to the stares you both received. “I wanna be next to you at all times as much as I can. I’m afraid you’d run off with another boy while I’m not lookin’.” Sticking out his tongue, Hanma then sent a wink your way. The corners of your lips were hard to keep from curling whereas you tried to avoid his fingers finding their way to yours. Ignorant to those golden eyes locking with another male student who was staring too long to receive a glare from your boyfriend.

Yes, Hanma Shuji wants to possess you.

Down to the roots of your hair to the soles of your feet, Hanma Shuji desires to have you forever no matter what it takes. So, when you decided to agree to become his girlfriend after two months of going back and forth, Hanma felt like he was on cloud nine. And he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, quick to claim what is his without any qualms. It was the least he could have after enduring days of you completely snubbing him or having him wait around. Not that he could blame you though. Of course, you’d be wary to let someone like him into your life.

Especially when it’s a man who strayed from commitment for so long. Breaking his own law for you—the sudden sweet rainfall in the middle of a hot summer day that was always constant in his world.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Anyone who’d merely hear your boyfriend cooing would think he was doing it out of concern. Perhaps a book fell on top of you or a splinter made its way into your finger from the old wooden bookshelves. But no, the bastard was a sadist—mirth in his eyes while pinning your flustered self against the wall, inner thighs wet with your juices. The panty you wore was damp with slick too, almost sliding further down onto the floor. The book you were searching for haphazardly kicked to the side, the sight of it would have made any bookworm cringe or perhaps even scold you two. Much more to see a couple using the library as a spot to frolic. Still, Hanma didn’t care.

He never does, loving the thrill of having sex or just touching you indecently where anyone can see if they try through his towering frame. Why? The answer was quite simple and you wished you knew before you let him pull down your skirt to finger you here in the somehow private part of the library.

“Wanna cum?” Pumping two of his digits into your wet pussy, lips in a smirk at your attempts to muffle your moans that could’ve slipped past if you didn’t try hard enough. The hand sin definitely driving you insane. His hard cock pressing against your thigh, grinding slightly while cooing. If his other hand, punishment, was wrapped around your neck, you were quite sure you would’ve squirted all over the floor and screamed. The idea of abandoning shame and being fucked by Hanma like an animal was tantalizing. “Go on, babe. Cum for me, yeah? Wanna cum so bad? I know you do.” Chuckling at the small mewl you let out, your cocky boyfriend was quick to slow down his pumping that earned an impatient groan from you. He clicked his tongue. “Don’t want you to cum on my fingers—want you to cream around my cock like the cockslut you are. Should train this slutty cunt of yours, mhm? Taking my dick almost every day it’s a surprise you still whining how it doesn’t fit.”

That’s because you’re so fucking huge, asshole!

“S-Shuji… wanna cum ‘s bad! P-please.” Tears pooled around your eyes, threatening to roll down your hot cheeks as he resumed the rapid thrusting of his long digits that you swore you felt them brush against your cervix. How long is he going to keep you on the edge? For sure you would start sobbing aloud if he prevented you from cumming again, having been commanded not to unless he told you so. But for how long? “Please, Shuji—can’t t-take it any longer. F-fuck, please let me cum! Shit.”

Should’ve known Hanma Shuji was a fucking sadist who had a penchant for hardcore thrills. However, it was his daring character that had you continuously on your toes, especially in the throes of lust. Never had you ever experienced boredom with your boyfriend and he, too, felt the same way. His thirst for an enjoyable time was equal to his appetite for sex. Fucking your cunt like he was going to put a baby in you every time.

“Nhngh!”

He never thought the good girl was such a whore for his cock and only his. There was no need to corrupt you or bend you to his ways when you would readily do so at the sight of his dick sticking out. Drunk on his touches and love that he wasn’t shy to show to the universe. Not even to your parents, who invited him for dinner after months of scrutinizing him. Blissfully sitting on the living room couch, unaware he had you on your knees by the garden, the moonlight guiding his illicit actions.

“Open that mouth fuckin’ wide, my slut.” Punishment pulling your hair, keeping your head up while sin pumped his long veiny cock, the tip furiously red as it spurted out another load onto your face. Some landing on your lips and tongue. Seeing his milky substance coating your face and some sticking to your lashes was his favorite sight other than seeing your pussy leaking with his semen. “You like this, huh? Love kneeling for me and having your mouth used like a fleshlight… Do your parents know they have a slut for a daughter?”

“S-Shuji…”

Or even when he had you keening on one of the park’s benches, in the middle of the night. Legs shaking and littered with goosebumps as you bit your lower lip to keep from moaning like a wild animal in heat. His cum running down your thighs and staining the seat. Puffs of air coming from your parted lips materialize in the cold atmosphere. The soft ah's egging him on to piston his hips at a rapid pace that had you close to sobbing out for him to slow down. But there is no way he would. The skirt you wore lying on the ground next to Hanma’s right foot. Plump pussy folds parting for his cock like a hot knife through butter, damn wet for him to easily slide in and out. Never had you complained whenever he wanted to fuck your cunt any time, anywhere, or have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His perfect sweet little girlfriend.

“Shu—fuck, someone might see!”

“Good.” Slapping your left butt cheek, Hanma chuckled at the broken whine you elicited. “Have them see my whore. All mine to fuck, to keep—my fucking pet. Isn’t that what you want? Your sick fantasy to be seen like this?” Dealing another slap to your ass, your boyfriend groaned at your gummy walls tightening around his throbbing cock. Ready to give you another load of his thick fertile cum.

“N-no, I don’t want anyone—ah! Holy shit, r-right fucking there!”

Hanma Shuji aimed to please, surprisingly. Though he wasn’t one who would bend nor bow to anyone, especially against his will, he was shockingly kind behind closed doors. Taking off the tough mask he wore like a second skin to guard himself from anyone who wished to lay their filthy hands on him. But with you, Hanma was almost like a tamed lion.

Almost, that is.

Those escapades to the most secretive spot or barely just private might have stayed to the minimum number in a month if Hanma didn’t take you to see his parents—rather, his whole family one evening during a party. What’s even more shocking than to see him appearing all pristine and dashing while pulling up to your apartment in a silver Bentley Mulliner Bacalar was when you figured out he was more well-off than he portrayed himself to be at the university. The rough Hanma Shuji you knew was nowhere to be found, replaced with a well-mannered man who wore expensive glasses and his hair neatly styled.

Carnal images of taking that suit off of him and messing up his hair plagued your mind while staying by his side the entire time, shooting smiles at the strangers who were kind enough to greet you. Either that or they just wanted to please your boyfriend.

But that failed to distract you from the millions of inquiries that raced across your mind while entering the ballroom where the majority of the guests were. Easily feeling quite small and underdressed in such a crowd of glitter and gold.

“Shuji.”

Pulling your hand to clasp around his, Hanma whispered into your ear. Never did the plastered smile falter in the face of his family’s guests. “I know, I know. I have a lot to explain about all this—just enjoy the party for now, ‘kay? I’ll answer all your questions and whatever after. Could you do that for me, pretty?”

A nod was all you gave, not wishing to be a burden on such a glamorous event.

Yeah, waiting will be fine… He did say he’ll answer any question afterward.

“This is [Y/N], my girlfriend.” Hand steady on your back, Hanma proudly grinned at his parents as if he was presenting a rare jewel he found. The same feeling began to spread across your chest, beaming at the pair. “I’d like you to meet my parents, babe.”

They immediately shook your hand, welcoming you. However, you didn’t miss the lingering stares or the way his mother’s eyes widened at the introduction. As if they weren't expecting this to happen at all. For a moment, you thought it was because Hanma was never the type to stick to one girl or they were used to seeing their son with a different girl every other day. Until you came along. Still, the staring never ceased and the hushed whispers may not be audible, but they were alarmingly inducing anxiety into your system. Enough to turn back at those whom you spoke to see if they were jumping onto the person beside them to gossip.

Then, just before you could bid farewell to Hanma’s parents for inviting you, quite ready to leave and just sleep back at your apartment, the women giggling past you were hard to ignore. Especially when their topic was Hanma, you, and some other girl.

“I thought he was supposed to marry that rich heiress his parents liked?”

“I thought so, too! They were engaged, after all.”

“Maybe she isn’t really his girlfriend. ‘Ya know, just another girl to have fun with—”

“Shh! Someone might hear you.”

It was to no one’s surprise that you refused to open the front door for your impatient boyfriend the next day. Keeping the door shut while standing beside it, listening to Hanma’s pleas to let him in and just explain. Demanding what was keeping you from opening it to what he did wrong. Mind now in a battle whether to have Hanma enter or to say outside. Paying no heed to your eyes glossy with unshed tears while holding on to the television remote like it was an object that could anchor you through this sudden twist of events.

He was engaged the whole time?

“Babe? I know you’re inside. Please, talk to me.”

Am I… the other woman? Hanma made me the fucking other woman? Have I been naive enough to let him do this to me?

“Baby, listen to me… Whatever you heard at the party, I’ll tell you the fuckin’ truth. Anything, fuck—just please… Please give me a chance to explain.” Voice beginning to sound hoarse from trying to reach you, to appeal to you muddled mind, Hanma rested his head against the wooden surface and sighed. “If you heard about that stupid engagement, that was years ago—it was already broken off. Baby, I’d never lie to you. Just please know this.”

To give him the benefit of the doubt was what you did, opening the door and stepping aside to let him in. The relief in his body radiating strongly as he immediately embraced you, whispering words of gratitude and that he’ll explain.

And he did, leaving out no tiny detail from his rich family, the arranged engagement and fighting off his parents’ wishes for him to settle down with the heiress they meticulously picked out for their beloved son. The way he dressed and acted on campus was a way to protest. Because no elite family would want their daughter to marry a guy acting like he lived on the streets all his life. And that he was an independent man and if he wanted to get married, he’ll be the one to chose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with. Not his family or anyone for that matter. Hanma benefited greatly from this rebellion—being able to do whatever he wanted which led him to meeting you.

His pretty angel.

He’d be damned in eternal suffering if he doesn’t clip your wings soon enough.

Lips parting almost the entire time while listening to Hanma out of astonishment, you swallowed hard and hoped your ears were deceiving you when Hanma brought up the topic of marriage. Particularly, between you two. You, who barely saw what the world had to offer and haven’t even finished your degree, becoming his pretty wife. The mother to his future children that may inherit his family fortune. And him, as your loving husband.

“Wouldn’t that be a great sight?” Hanma laughed lightly, reaching a hand out to rub against your shoulder that was stiff under his warm palm. “Just imagine it, babe. If we get married, my parents will finally shut up about me marrying that heiress. What do ‘ya say?”

To say you were fucking spooked was an understatement.

“W-what are you sayin’? You wanna get married—Shuji, we haven’t even graduated yet. Plus, we’ve been only dating for months!” Hugging yourself, you shot him with an uncertained expression. Unsure where this conversation was head. “Aren’t we… moving too fast? I mean, we can get married but what if we suddenly start disliking one another afterward? I think it’s best if we just take it slow, yeah?”

Golden irises dripping with hidden malice under the guise of good intentions, Hanma stayed silent, a barely there smile on his features, while listening to you ranting. His tattooed hands inching closer to massage your back, to have you stop and just relax. There was no way you’d listen to his reason in such a panicked state. Why weren’t you as ecstatic like he figured you would be? Weren’t you just distraught at the mention of him engaged to another woman minutes ago?

Wouldn’t the chance of marrying Hanma Shuji be such a great thing to achieve? Better than any shitty diploma or recognition?

“Yeah, we can do that. Slow…”

If he somehow told you his parents didn’t approve of you marrying him, would you have answered his question differently? Hanma wished he knew. Yet, either way, he wouldn’t stop there just because you weren’t ready or his parents were complete idiots to see how much you mean to their precious son. Oh no, Hanma Shuji always—fucking always—gets what he wants. And that is to have you on all fours on his king sized bed, no fucks given whether his family could hear or the household helpers would have to clean the mess up after he was done breeding you. The expensive sheets and mattress soaked with your fluids that Hanma could taste forever without getting tired of. Creaking of the bed and your choked sobs filling his three thousand square feet bedroom the epitome of splendid music that rivaled Beethoven’s masterpieces.

Every piece of furniture graced with your touch, scent, and slick. But only Hanma Shuji gets to mark your skin, from hickeys to his milky cum painting your pussy folds, ass, face and lower back. Your whole being spread out for him, leaving no flesh unkissed by his lips, put any famous artwork to shame. The golden necklace he recently got you is the mere item he let you wore since arriving in the estate. No clothes accessible for you to be able to leave. And even as you protest for him to slow down, that you had to go back home after two days without leaving this room—seeing Hanma and him alone since then, your boyfriend would merely sigh. Good thing he could easily forgive you for complaining.

“Why leave?” A hard thrust had you keening, fingers digging into the silk sheets damp with both of your body substances. “Don’t ‘ya like it here, babe?” Pulling out to deliver another mind-numbing thrust, Hanma laughed at your fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with your tongue lolled out. Perked nipples slightly swollen after being sucked or pinched. His hand, sin, rubbing your stomach ever so lovingly to keep you grounded. “Don’t ‘ya like—ah—staying here while I fuck this pussy of mine silly?”

“Shwujii… ‘s too mwuch!”

“Nah, I know ‘ya, baby.” Grabbing your arms, he pulled you up to have your back against his chest. His hips resuming their pounding thrusts, having you moaning like a bitch in heat. Your ass cheeks jiggled each time they met his pelvis. The previous load his shot into your twitching cunt oozing out and forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Hanma’s dick so sensitive, he’d be shooting blanks soon. But he gave no fucks about that. For as long as he could ensure he’ll knock you up with his child, going as far to tamper your pills and mess with your period tracker, Hanma knew he was on the path to victory once more. No way his parents are gonna turn their backs on you once you are pregnant with their grandchild. “You can take one more, right? Gonna let me cum again inside this good pussy? Know you would.”

Shaking under his hold, you sobbed out his name when you felt him still. Hanma’s throbbing cock spurting out fertile semen directly into your womb while your whole body fell apart at the shattering ascend to your high for the nth time that day.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl ♡.”

[hufflepuffsandghosts]

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[shypupi]

thinking about being edged ʚ(◜𖥦◝ )ɞ

[p-antomime]

heart-shaped b♡x!

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!toji, unprotected sex, pinning, edging, fingering, size!kink, huge age gap, hints of pain play, nicknames, breeding!kink, mention of phone sex.

𖦹 pairings: best friend's dad!fushiguro toji x fem!reader.

ᥫ᭡. this is for The Dilf List!; collab by my pretty doll & lovey @cirigiri! <3 thank ya so much for letting me join the collab lucy, i love ya !

He was a nice surprise. Nice, tall, broad-shouldered that looked even nicer when he wore the dress shirts from his work with your father, greenish eyes that reminded you of the grass of the flat fields and calloused fingers that you knew made sparks run across your skin because of the few times they brushed against your shoulder or forearm. 

You felt that deep, deep down, deeper than you allowed yourself to shed light of knowledge, maybe you romanticized his figure too much, but boys your age didn't help themselves to make you have good judgment. And deep, deep down, deeper than you allowed yourself to remember the next day, was the way he pounded inside you with one hand over your mouth to keep you from making noise and waking your friend across the hall in the house. 

The truth was that you liked the sense of security Toji gave you with simple glances or sideways smiles that made his lip scar tug and the way you felt your heart blossom like a rose in spring every time he made some comment that Megumi didn't catch, but that you did. And if Toji was good at doing things in secret to keep you out of trouble with your friend, he was even better at saying things in secret, like the times you went out with him, your parents and his children and he would lean over from time to time to whisper things in your ear that almost always kept you up late; until the time he called you and your hand went under your pajamas and your ears picked up his heavy breathing on the other end of the call. 

Almost every day you would wake up wondering if he was going to come to your house with Megumi and Tsumiki in the weekend so you could smile brightly looking at the street from the bedroom window and pretend not to expect him to look up, stare at you and wave his hand like any of your dad's other work friends. 

The same goodbye Toji gave you today when he picked your dad up at home because the family car needed repair since last Monday and this week, he was willing to help him with the commute from your home to the commercial building in downtown Tokyo. But, in compensation, you would be home alone reviewing most of the college content that had unwittingly accumulated with the passage of time. 

As you slumped in bed, fiddling with your phone and promising yourself that you would only start studying when the clock struck a rounded hour, maybe 2:30 or 2:40, an idea lit up your mind almost prematurely and eyes immediately fell on the closet. A deep breath made your chest expand; you fed your secret idea a little more. 

It wouldn't hurt to go visit Toji at his work, right? If Megumi asked where you were all day, you could tell him you were visiting your dad and, in the end, you might end up having dinner with him and making Toji spend more time with you for the rest of the day, since your father needed his car to get home. 

With this and, only this in mind, you went not only to take a shower, but also to get ready and choose the pink sundress that Megumi's own father had bought for you and you had told your best friend that it had been a gift from Nobara for your last birthday. He liked that piece of clothing, you knew it, he said it looked so "fucking amazing" because it made you look like a doll. 

After that, it didn't take long for you to finish getting ready and go to the nearest subway station, your heart beating faster as the stations passed by on the billboard and you got closer to the business district of their work. Every time it was the same: 

You saw Toji, even from afar, and it seemed as if your heart rebelled against your brain's willpower and denounced how much you liked — and your mind dares to whisper: loved — him. Maybe that man, that DILF would never get out of your head and out of your little heart-shaped ballerina box where he played the music and you danced as he wanted. 

"Whoa, whoa, where d’you think you're going, lassie?", was the first thing that hit your ears as soon as you stopped in front of the huge door of the building and turned around to check where exactly you needed to go to get in with your ID card.  

"Excuse me?", you replied looking over one shoulder; it wasn't Toji, much less your father, it was just one of the four guards who took turns guarding that entrance. 

"I said where do you think you are going, are you lost?"  

"Not really," you replied looking around, as if you were secretly searching for the only man you were interested in in that building, "Do y’know if I need–" 

"Your ID card, please.", his tone was firmer this time and you looked at him for long seconds before showing him what was asked and watching him take longer than necessary to check your age, name and photo, "That last name, did you come to see your father?" 

You bit the inside of your cheek, if you lied, what would be the consequences of that? 

"My father works here?" 

"You don't know where your father works?" 

"He doesn't tell me about his work, so, no," you reached for the ID card again, "But, I'm looking for a man named Toji, Toji Fushiguro, I have something to deliver to him!" 

Alright, you could tell from the guard's face that he wasn't taking you seriously and knew that if you weren't lying, at the very least you were mixing some truths with omissions. 

"Miss, I will–." a hand whose fingers you knew all too well placed itself on the shoulder of the tall man in front of you and a mixture of anxiety, anticipation and excitement poisoned you inside. Now, yes, it was him, just him. 

"Can I help this little lady here, Kento?", his voice sounded as melodious as ever and you almost felt your pupils turn into hearts as you finally got to stare at the same jade eyes as always. 

"I came to see you, Fushiguro," you knew that in the company they usually called each other by their last name. 

"Mhm, I can tell," Toji replied agreeing with his head before turning to the blonde still looking at you like you were a naughty child who stole candy from his basket, "You can leave it t’me, Kento, I know her father and I'll take her to him after she's done talking to me, ‘kay?" 

It was obvious that this guy trusted Toji more than you, and you couldn't really blame him. 

Almost as if by magic, you were walking into that big company that seemed less cold inside when you were outside and the brunette's hand was resting in the middle of your back dictating where you should walk until you reached the elevator and he pressed one of the higher floors. 

"You...," your voice came out almost as a whisper, "Aren't you going to ask why I came?". And he glared at you before crossing arms and making you look away from the floor so you wouldn't see the way his social shirt clung to his forearms and collarbones, "I know you well enough to know that you didn't come here to see your father, let alone Megumi even if he's your best friend." 

You felt your legs wobble a little, especially because of the sideways grin he opened when he saw that you didn't expect this response. 

"Are you mad at me?", the question came out without you thinking very carefully as you leaned against one side of the elevator. 

"I can't be mad at you when you're wearing this," his head jerked in the direction of the hem of it and then his attention went to the floor signs until his was reached. 

"Are you taking me to your office?" 

"Would you prefer I take you to your father's? Or take you to my home where Megumi is?", Toji asked looking over one shoulder and gesturing with his index finger for you to follow him until you both stopped in front of a wide door whose only name in the top center was 'Fushiguro'. 

"No, they'd both be kind of pissed about... everything," he gave you space to enter first and you felt like you were seeing a bit of his personal life that went beyond yourself, as his place somehow expressed a bit of his unique personality. 

"Next time you come in here unannounced I might have to tell on you, doll," Toji spoke up and motioned to the spacious couch that was diagonally across from his desk full of papers, you understood that you were supposed to go sit there and your voice only came back to you after you had done so: "But, there's nothing to tell on him, I'm just his daughter coming to visit him at his work.” 

"Even you don't believe that yourself, Y/N," he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to forearms and then crossed them over his chest before leaning back on the edge of the office desk to stare at you, "Now, speaking as the guy in charge of you today ‘till the end of my shift, I think you should be grounded for not thinking straight before coming here." 

One eyebrow slowly rose, you were asking him without using words if he was serious. 

"Yeah, I'm dead serious, girls like you, who are, y'know...," Toji walked towards you and took his place sitting next to you, "Smaller than me, easily breakable, shouldn’t just think that they can do everything they want"; a wan chuckle escaped your lips and you crossed arms before looking away. 

“Younger than you,” you corrected him and though his hand had sneaked up on your knee and a shiver ran through your body for it, your attention remained diverted. 

"Smaller than me," Toji spoke again, this time more firmly and along with that harsh tone came the bottom of your panties slowly getting wetter, the firm grip he had on you was insane, it was scary even. 

His hand went a little higher, crossing the edge of the dress and placing itself between your thighs before you instinctively opened them and let him reach the bottom of your undies. Toji could easily force your legs open if he wanted to, he had done it before and you weren't exactly against it, but he had recently discovered that it was better, more intoxicating if you silently humbled yourself and showed how desperate you were for his more experienced touch. 

"Too small for my fingers, for my cock, even for my mouth," he spoke pulling the hem of your dress until it left your thighs and crotch completely uncovered, "Spread your legs, pretty thing", after that was out of his mouth, you looked up at him again and let legs move further apart from each other, "Unless you don't want me to get between your thighs, is it what you–" 

The elation and urgency spoke louder, you didn't think straight before interrupting him. 

"I want it! Want your fingers inside of me, Toji," he looked at you as if he was about to make you regret not thinking straight before acting and you ironically felt the bottom of your panties get even wetter. 

"You are so stubborn and rude today, where did the good girl I like so much go?" 

His fingers slid into your panties, pressed themselves against your clit and your thoughts began to break and crumble almost immediately, "But, I—'m still your good girl, Toji." 

By the time you finished speaking, he was forcing three of his large fingers into your too-small entrance to take them all at once. You tried to close your legs; his other hand kept them open. 

"You are, huh? A good girl would never try to close her legs when 'm being so good and nice for her, letting her use my fingers to get off," Toji replied staring at you and held you sitting against the couch by the waist as his digits slammed deep inside you and a whimper of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from the bottom of your throat. 

"Toji, y'know I can— cannot take your fingers like this, it's hur—" 

"That's why I told you that you're smaller than me, but you're always being so stubborn," he replied and moved his fingers again, this time curving them and making you gasp, the knot at the bottom of your belly getting tighter and walls compressing his digits harder, "And, besides this, you came here for this, don't ya? To be the fuckdoll of an older guy." 

That simple sentence from him almost had you cumming, you had to squeeze the edge of your dress to remind yourself that he never gave you permission to cum. 

"Wanna cum? This easily? You're lasting less than the last time I fucked you," he left a tender kiss against your cheek and, unlike expected, his fingers stopped moving completely, "If you wanna cum this bad, fuck yourself on my fingers and I may let you have my cock after it." 

"I c-cannot, your fingers ngh, too big, Toji," you didn't even care anymore if you were swallowing a few words, the only thing you cared about was being able to cum even though you couldn't take even his digits properly and he let out a mocking chuckle before curving them inside you and rubbing against your most sensitive spot. 

"You are not even trying so hard, doll, the only thing you need to do is move your hips," Toji moved them back and forth and up and down, literally as if you were a doll and you could see his fingers appearing and disappearing over and over again, "Like this, your pretty brain can make you do this, can't it?" 

All you did was gasp and keep moving without his help until you were really on your own fucking yourself on his big fingers that filled you so well. Every now and then he rubbed his palm against your throbbing swollen clit just to watch you squirm and try to get down faster. 

The wet sounds coming from your pussy and the sight of it being stretched almost to its limits made his cock so hard that it almost hurt from the discomfort of the pants. He knew he couldn't wait any longer to fuck you and make you go back to your home dripping with his cum, but, still: it was so cute and good to see you trying your best to chase your orgasm using only his fingers. 

You were so close, just needed a little more. If he'd curved his fingers, you’d have come at that very second — and Toji knew it, knew it better than anyone, your body was too easy to decipher and so he immediately pulled you onto his lap as he unbuttoned his pants and in a matter of seconds you were sitting right on his big fat dick, feeling every vein rub against your sensitive walls and the tip of it kissing your cervix. It was enough to make you cum and bite his shoulder trying not to moan too loudly. 

"Cumming just by having my cock inside you? Tsk, that's quite pathetic, doll," he grabbed your face by the chin to pull you into a kiss and used his other hand to start fucking you through your orgasm and down and up over his lap, "But, still, you're my pathetic pretty girl."  

You agreed dumbly with the head trying not to let the eyes water from the excess pleasure eating away at you, it was already expected that he wasn't going to stop after your first orgasm. Nothing with Toji was just one time thing, he always needed to push you to the limit and turn you into the drooling mess that only knew how to babble his name between moans. 

His cock went way deeper than his fingers and that's exactly what you needed: to be filled first until you felt the tip kissing your cervix and then to have his cum filling you from the inside all the way to the brim while his hands roamed and groped your body and his lips sucked and licked your tits as they were doing now; all while you bounced on his dick and finished milking him completely. 

His head fell back just as his cream began to spurt inside you and it was the perfect chance for you to leave a series of hickeys on the skin of his neck, just below the collar of his dress shirt, before his fingers rubbed your clit and pulled you into another climax. 

"Fuck, you're gonna get me in trouble someday, princess," he spoke between grunts, his head still slumped back as he moved your hips against his lap to make you take more of his cum and roll over his dick almost in a threat to keep fucking you. 

"You're so, so deep, Toji, I can feel you so deep," you whispered and looked down to see the white wheel of cum forming at the base of his cock still inside you. 

"Mhm, but you can take me deeper, can't you?", Toji held you by the waist and switched positions to have you lying on the office couch, your legs immediately placing themselves around his hips, "We have...," his head turned to the side and he checked the time, "Twenty minutes before Megumi arrives and comes to find me, think you can make me cum within that time?" 

A playful smile appeared on his lips and you promptly moved hips up and down in a silent positive response. The only things you could hear for the rest of that time in the place were your moans, his grunts and the wet sound coming from where the two of you were connected. 

You weren't even thinking of an excuse to give your best friend friend about why your legs were more wobbly than usual and how his dad Mr. Fushiguro Toji's clothes — father of two children, Tsumiki & Megumi — were too wrinkled. 

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[hornime]

Pls ignore the other request like this one I forgot to specify😭

Sorry for sending this again I forgot to add a couple details!! Can I request sub Suna with a female reader and the prompts edging + toys?

Thank you and sorry about that!! <3

FIVE MORE MINUTES | SUNA RINTAROU X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, sub!suna, f!reader, toys (butt plug and vibrator), edging, begging, dacryphilia

a/n: IT’S NO PROBLEM BABE, DW ABOUT IT!!!! and your request is just,,,, so hot. was literally nutting while writing this. 

the low buzz of the egg vibrator that's resting at the bottom of suna's shaft has long since faded into white noise. so has the sound of the vibrating plug that's been nestled into his cute ass, the silicone end of it just barely peeking out of his tight hole.

suna's resting against the headboard with his chest heaving, sweat beading along his abs as you continually make him chase a release that you both know isn't coming anytime soon. 

his hands are clasped behind his back, wrists tied together with a silk tie to ensure that he doesn't touch himself. his legs are bent at the knee and spread, giving you a perfect view of his dripping cock and twitching ass as you sit before him, a controller in each hand.

you fiddle with the knob on one of them and he whimpers, voice hoarse with being used so much but loud all the same.

"god i—i can't fucking—baby i can't do this anymore, please, i can't, ah fuck—"

"five more minutes," you insist, shifting your weight on your knees to relieve some of the ache in your clit.

you drop the remotes onto the bed in front of you and reach a hand forward, letting your palm roll over his leaking tip, so flushed that it looks painful.

suna recoils immediately, desperately trying to shrink away from your touch as you rotate your wrist, making sure to run a finger along his sensitive slit. he jerks, arms straining hard against the restraints, and throws his head back as you wrap your fingers around him.

"i need to cum, fuck ple-ease—"

his voice cracks and you look up at his face, surprised to see pearly tears streaming down his pink cheeks. he's gnawing at his lip, giving you pleading eyes that'd break anyone—his green irises are diluted with unshed tears, his watery gaze praying that you'll give him permission to cum.

"not yet."you blindly reach for a controller and push a button—it's the plug's—and he wails, blabbering mindless nonsense as the toy massages his prostate.

"oh god," he cries, body shaking. "it's too much—fuck, it's too much—i can't take it anymore."

he inhales sharply as your hand begins moving up and down his cock. 

"i gotta cum, please—baby, fuck, please lemme cum, i gotta cum, i gotta cum so bad—"

you quiet him with a kiss, one that he desperately moans into. he whines when you pull away, but he quickly forgets about it as you mess with the other remote. 

the vibrations along his cock get stronger and he shudders, singing out high-pitched mewls. 

"no more," he begs, voice fragile. "no more, no more, i have to cum, i need to cum, fuck, i need it, baby—please please, i fucking need it, i need it so bad—"

"you can take it," you purr, pressing the vibrator more directly against his shaft. he sobs, struggling uselessly, the muscles flexing uncontrollably as his hips jump. 

"h-how much longer? i can't—i gotta—"

you smile sadistically, fully aware that five minutes have passed.

"five more minutes."

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[boba-cafe]

Miss little liar

yandere Wakasa x reader

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TW: Yandere, dubcon, noncon , dark content, impact play, rough sex, angry sex, spanking, chocking, spitting, toys, angry Wakasa, edging, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), degrading words

Boba order: you lied to your dearest boyfriend and that didn't go so well...

You played yourself.

You were a fool, walking into your own death.

There was no way you would want Wakasa to be angry with you. Wakasa had always been by your side- either you were willingly allowing him to be by your side, or he forced it. He had always been with you, and had always been watching your every step.

Usually, Wakasa would either be the one to head to your side or he would make you come to him. He didn't see you the whole day today, though. He didn't see you at your favorite places to be, or at school, or with your friends. He texted you:

Wakasa: where are you?

You texted back that you were planning to visit your folks because of some issues that came up. That confused Wakasa for a while because: Why didn't you tell him ahead of time? Why was this now? Why couldn't he come with you? Many thoughts and questions were racing in Wakasa's head. He was planning to text back those questions, but there was a Black Dragon meeting, and he needed to be there. You were lucky to get off this time.

What you didn't tell him though, was that you were lying about your whereabouts and instead, was planning to go to a different country for a vacation. You were tired of him being by your side, with all eyes on you. You needed some time alone, and it always felt suffocating to be under his watch.

The meeting was done, and Wakasa could finally text you back, asking: where are you right now?

No response- which was funny to him. He doesn't think his pretty princess would have the audacity to ignore his messages. Wakasa kept spamming your messages:

Wakasa: where are you?

Wakasa: hello??

Wakasa: Princess??

Wakasa: Doll answer me now

Wakasa: Why aren't you answering me???

Wakasa: I want an answer now.

Six messages and no response calls not answered too- he wasn't happy with the silence he was getting from you. He didn't see you the whole day, and you didn't even tell him your whereabouts and how long you were leaving him? He was beyond furious- he was livid. More than anything, Wakasa’s anger could have been mistaken as murderous. He checked all the spots and your parents' place- to his surprise; you weren't there. Oh, so his girl was a little liar to him now?

It was two weeks. Two weeks of your vacation. You had just come back, and you walked into your home. The door was unlocked. You open the door to see Wakasa in the middle of the living room. He looked livid- like as if he was ready to commit homicide. No time was wasted- Wakasa pushed you against the door and both of his hands on your neck, asking where the fuck you were- you better answer honestly, or there will be consequences.

You weakly said you went on vacation for a while- you just needed some alone time to relax, hoping the answer was appropriate enough to have him let go of your neck and to calm him down a bit. Wakasa let you go for a bit, but then later dragged you to the couch and forced you to bend on his lap. “Pull your bottoms down and your panties to- count all or we start all over.”

The first spank was hard. He wanted you to feel how hard it was. Then the second, third, fourth, and fifteen spanking. Your ass is in pain- it’s bright red with his hand imprinted on it- you're in tears. It's so painful you swear it was like being in hell. It was exhausting. But Wakasa wasn't done with his lying bitch yet.

He forced you on your knees- after the hard spanking; it was painful to be on your knees. But rather than upsetting him anymore, you complied with the order. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He forced your mouth to open, then he was fucking your face. He was forcing it so much; you were nearly choking on his length. It was burning your throat- you were having a hard time breathing.

That didn't stop him though- he kept fucking your mouth till he cummed. Wakasa forced his cock deeper in your throat- cum was spilling in your throat and you couldn’t chock it out. It was spilling in your throat- so much of his cum- it was hard to take him any further. Wakasa said to keep your mouth open and spill nothing. Continuing to comply, you kept your mouth open with his cum still in it- Wakasa then spit in your mouth and closed it.. “Swallow it now.”

Fearing the man in front of you, you swallow his cum and spit. It was humiliating and disgusting. You were embarrassed and in pain from all the spanking, and now swallowing his seed right in front of him. You were tired. But it wasn't the end. Wakasa had something behind him, and it was a small clit stimulator. He forced you on the floor and forced your legs wide open. He had the vibrator on the highest level, and placed it on top of your clit. He watched you tremble and moan- the feeling was too much. The pleasure was going to have you cumming- only to have Wakasa pull it off your clit leaving you cumless. Wakasa continued to stimulate your clit and never let you cum once. “Liars don't get to come,'' he said.

You look so pathetic right now. You're trembling and panting. Your eyes speak of lust- desiring for his cock to fuck your hole senselessly to be used so much, that you be turned into a whore in a matter of weeks. You looked desperate, your cunt was sparkling with your sweet juice. That's what Wakasa wanted- he wants you to look like a whore for him.

What? What's with that look now, acting as if he didn’t know what that look was?. He knew what you wanted. He would rather have you say it though. You were trembling, saying, “P-p-please, Wakasa.. Please use me.” Oh, he will use you.

With no remorse, Wakasa pushed his member in your pussy. His thrust was hard, rough. He was making sure he was fucking your cervix. All he heard from you was moans saying how it was too much. “Wakasa, please, i-it hurts so much-” Oh, as if Wakasa cared. From his perspective, you should've been honest with him. If you didn't want to be treated like a whore, then you should've been a good girl, and this would've never happened.

You were close to cumming- Wakasa could feel it. He could feel how your walls were closing on him, how you were about to cum. The moment you did, he fucked over your high over and over and over again. Even if you had cummed once, or twice, or even sixth times, he was gonna abuse that hole until he was satisfied. Your cunt was nearly spilling out his own cum over and over- your body couldn't take it anymore. It was too much- the pleasure of his cock was too much for you.

After for God knows how long, he was fucking you- you weren't keeping up with the rounds. He cummed, and came down from his own high, then finally stopped and landed his body on yours, holding your body as close to his as he could. He warned you that if you would ever do such a thing again- he wouldn't be easy on you next time. Don't ever fucking lie to him, ever.

That warning and that moment will forever be engraved in your head- if you want to keep your man happy