tsuemi

[tsuemi]

kissing sae when he’s rough ♡

something about sae is that he's always gentle and careful with you, treating you with the utmost respect. even if you're upset or being a bit bratty, he sighs and coaxes you into his lap, brushing your hair aside and asking what's got you so worked up. and you can't help but melt everytime — so appreciate of your boyfriend and how much you love him. but, there are, of course, times where even sae gets a bit too frustrated, anger visibly showing on his face. and when you so kindly ask him what's wrong, he ends up snapping, and you let him relieve all his pent up irritation on you.

whatever happened, it had you pinned underneath him, back pressed hard into the bed while sae was absolutely relentless. his teeth were gritted, and his expression still tight with whatever had set him off. with his hands gripping your hips, jaw clenched, sweat sliding down his neck, and harsh thrusts with the tip of his cock punching your cervix, you were loving it. you were whining as your pussy fluttered around his cock, legs wrapped around him and letting him use you as his outlet.

but despite the sharp, harsh rhythm of his hips and balls slapping against you, you still looked up at him with teary eyes and the softest pout. with your voice all airy and sweet, you let out the smallest huff, "sae... wanna kiss.."

he blinked. his hips stuttered, just for a second. "now?"

you nodded, lips glossy and moaning softly as he hit deep again. "mhm, just wanna kiss you, baby."

he scoffed under his breath, but he couldn't deny the chokehold you had on him, his eyes softening just the slightest instantly as he let out an annoyed sigh. he leaned down, mouth crashing onto yours and tongue slipping into your mouth, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. you reciprocated, reaching for his face and whining helplessly into his mouth as tears slipped from the corners of your eyes and drool ran out from the side of your mouth. "mm, more, sae, wanna k-kiss, more, kiss, kiss, please, gimme—!"

and each time he kissed you, saliva dripping between the two of you, you let out soft, hiccuping whimpers into his mouth. "mmhghh, sae, baby, kiss me more, i wanna— wanna be close, feels s'good.."

he pulled away briefly, breathing hard and staring down at you, murmuring, "can't believe you. crying like this.."

but he kept kissing you, his mouth chasing yours like he couldn't stop. his thumb swiped under your eyes to brush away your tears. and just like that, all that harsh anger bled out of him, thrusts becoming more light as he gently rolled his hips against yours. from both sae's kisses and his thick cock stretching you out, you felt like you could pass out.

"love you, love you sae, haah, oh—!" you squeaked, lips trembling as you both pulled away to catch your breaths.

"i know," he mumbled, breathing heavily. "g'nna give you what you want, amor."

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[tsuemi]

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ just thinking about how your quiet and caring rin gets soooooo mean when he fucks you after losing a match.

he has you pinned under him, his legs straddling yours, your poor abused n bruised hips pulled up to meet the brutal punishing snap of his hips against your ass as you buried your face against the sheets and gripped them to tether yourself to reality. he’s faster, rougher, deeper and harder than he’s ever been, as if he’s trying to destroy and pour his frustrations into the heavenly warmth of your sweet n pretty little pussy.

the bed frame slams against the wall repeatedly, noises from your wet n needy cunt fill the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls, your voice so sweet and pretty as he drags whimpers and moans out of your mouth like a goddamn madman.

“fuckin’ blocked my shot.” he grinds out, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, making you cry out. “i’ll fucking kill him.”

“r-rin! s-slow down!” you manage to whine, feeling his cock slam over and over and over again right up against that one spongey spot deep inside you.

he’s too fast, too deep, too rough, too big, too addictive, too fucking much. and your orgasm was approaching much too quick for your poor body to handle.

you feel a large hand thread into your hair, tugging at your scalp and pulling your head up from where you’d laid it desperately against the sheets. you whine at the sudden roughness, but rin never fucking falters.

“what was that?” his voice is so mean. condescending. angry. rough. and yet laced with affection only your rin could ever have for you.

“sweet fuckin’ slut can’t take it anymore?” he nearly smirks when he rips that sweet and pretty moan from your lips. a large calloused hand you’ve come to know so well runs over the pink marked-up plush of your ass, gripping tightly and making it sting. “shit, but look at how your fuckin’ cunt keeps squeezing me.”

there it is. he angles his hips a little lower, a blissed out moan leaving your pretty lips as he hits that one spot deeper. his hand roughly pushes your head down against the sheets, holding you in place like he fucking owns you, listening to your little moans, whimpers, whines and sobs.

needy pants and breathless groans leave his mouth as he fucks into you faster, his hand pressing your pretty face down into the bed and another hand pressing down on your back and keeping your ass perfectly arched up against him to meet his punishing pace.

he looks down at your sprawled out and pretty form, your sweet noises in his ears, your scent intoxicating him, your cute n perfect pussy sucking him in, your submission and compliance easing that war of anger within him. his perfect little angel. his perfect little angel who deserves to get fucked by a winner.

“you love this shit, right?” he rasps out, a yelp leaving your lips as your cunt clamped tightly around his merciless cock. “letting a lukewarm loser use and fill your perfect pussy till he forgets about how shit he played?”

you can’t even register his words in your pretty little head. your nails are nearly tearing through the sheets with how hard you’re gripping them, and your voice is all high-pitched whines, moans and pleas of his name. and of course, with the way his beautiful dick just keeps abusing your pleasure points, shit, that coil of bliss and pleasure is threatening to snap within you.

“s’too much, rin!” you’re so cute like this. a babbling, cockdrunk, fucked out mess — hardly even registering your own thoughts besides rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin, rin.

“just shut up and take it, slut.” he mutters with that soft and doting note of affection, pressing your face further into the sheets as he feels that familiar feeling of ecstasy threaten to wash over him. “gonna fuck you till i can’t fuckin’ think of anything else.”

and he does just that. he fucks you till you’re bruised, overstimulated, stuffed, limp and half-conscious in his arms. he fucks you till he can feel your perfect cunt wrapped around his cock long after he pulls out of you. he fucks you till you’re leaking all over the sheets and making a mess. he fucks you till he’s all breathless whimpers, trembling limbs, overstimulated and finally out of stamina. he fucks you till he forgets why he could have ever been angry in the first place when he’s got an angel like you.

he’ll take care of you after destroying you, softest kisses all over you, the most gentlest of touches, a warmth bath, praise in your ear, wrapped in his arms when you finally fall asleep with him — his perfect little angel.

yeah, he’s a sore fucking loser, but you always make him feel like a winner.

[tsuemi]

rin with a breeding kink ♡

you've picked up early on that rin has a breeding kink, something that he isn't even fully aware of yet. he knows he likes filling you up, he's just not aware of the fact that the concept has its' own name. during sex, when your tight hole is wrapped around his cock, walls pulling him in, he becomes quite pathetic, uncharacteristic to his usual, blunt self.

but right now, you're on your back, thighs shaking and folded up, lips parted and glossy from all your whimpering and how much you've been whining — your poor cunt pulsing around him as he thrusts his cock into you ruthlessly and messily. "so tight," he pants, voice cracking.

"rin—rinnie, please—", you whine, voice filled with need as you cry into the pillow as rin is shuddering, "yeah? what, princess? what do you want?"

but you just whimper, sobbing out the words and arching your back, pulling him closer to you. the continuous sounds of your pussy squelching and his balls hitting your damp ass made you even more desperate for him to dump load after load in you, whimpering for him to stay inside and not pull out.

his head drops to your shoulder, and he groans, "shit, wasn't even gonna—pull out, can't—fuck, you're so tight. you want it that bad? y' gonna cum?"

your moans are practically broken now as you nod, your whole body twitching and tears slipping down your cheeks as you cum around him for the countless time — your hole pulsing and clenching around him so much that he can't stop. he slams in one more time, spilling everything inside you, a raw moan ripping from his throat. he buries himself in your pussy as far as he can, chest heaving against yours.

he lifts himself up barely, one large hand splayed over your stomach, voice so shaky like he’s losing his mind. "f-fuck, princess, cumming—gonna b-breed you, yeah, you feel that? feel how deep i am? take it, take it like a good girl. y' look so pretty all full of me, l-leaking already.."

finally, after stuffing you completely full and your whimpers dying down, it's basically quiet now. rin's breath is warm against your shoulder, chest rising slow and softening inside you gradually. you're both soaked in sweat, your bodies all sticky. but when he finally exhales, it's soft, almost like he's shy now.

"sorry," he whispers, almost inaudible. "didn't mean to get that.. worked up."

you shake your head gently, gently running your fingers through his hair as you're still catching your breath. "rinnie, you came so much.. y'really like cumming in me, huh?"

"whatever." he grumbles, moving down to shove his face into your chest. "just hate pulling out.”

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[tsuemi]

amateur pornstar or onlyfans!nagi???

au masterlist

onlyfans!nagi who really only started the account because his friends agreed that people would pay just to hear him moan, and he went along with it, thinking that it would bring in money easily, despite being a bit of a hassle.

onlyfans!nagi who posted a short video of himself lazily stroking his cock under the thin covers, his bulge visible and abs barely peeking out. he didn't expect it to blow up overnight, comments eagerly wanting more and talking about how he definitely has a monster cock. he mostly stays silent in videos, but sometimes he talks, with almost no effort as it seems to roll off his tongue naturally —"mm, wanna see me cum? y're all watching?" or "haah, feels so good, bet y're all touching yourselves too, huh.."

onlyfans!nagi who goes live one night when it's late. his subscribers didn’t expect to see his camera angled down to where his cock was shoved in and out of your pretty pussy, as he groans about how it's so tight around him. he's fucking into you harshly, as you let out of whimpers of, "please, 'm so close, wan' cum, please, please.." and "c-cum in me, please! wanna feel it so bad, have you— oh fuck, baby— fill me up, shit, you're so big..", his viewers think that you're just a guest, so it's to their absolute shock when he casually says that you're his girlfriend.

onlyfans!nagi who now uploads videos of you two having sex in all kinds of positions. his comments are filled with men wishing they could fuck you instead of him, and others begging for more content of you, claiming you were so, so pretty taking nagi's huge cock like a champ.

onlyfans!nagi who always goes live late at night, camera angled between your thighs as his big hand shifts into frame, resting right on your pussy. he's not even fingering, just patting it and occasionally giving you small rubs while he praises you, saying things like "mm, my angel's pussy is so pretty, don't you all think?" or "cute pussy always takes my cock so well," as his comments agree as you whine softly.

onlyfans!nagi who goes live yet again, his screen showing you spread out beneath him, the glossy slide of his cock in and out of you. he thumbs at your clit so casually, while telling his live so lazily, voice flat but dead serious, "tell me what to do. she'll take it," reading his comments with an unbothered look.

choke her

slap her pussy i'm begging

face fucking i need to see her gagging around that huge cock

don't let her cum edge her omfg

onlyfans!nagi who hums a little. "mm... that one." you let out a helpless sob when he pulls out abruptly, feeling your cunt clench around him, signaling you're about to cum. but when he sees the comments about you, he lets out an annoyed sigh and ends the live, before squishing your cheeks together with one hand and looks directly at you, "g'nna make you cum now, okay? be good and take it. then, i'll fill you up, angel." he tries to act unbothered, but no guy wants to see his girlfriend being lusted after by others, especially when they look like:

she's so pretty i'm beating my dick to her rn

i wanna cum in her so bad it leaks out

i can fuck her better than this guy tbh

onlyfans!nagi who also doesn't necessarily care about the money. well, it's more like he forgets about it. in fact, reo manages it and nagi simply blinks when he sees the deposit, saying "that's cool." he spends most of the money buying you little treats — bracelets, hair clips, stuffed animals, bags, and of course, skimpy clothes and lingerie he wants to see you in.

onlyfans!nagi who has thousands and millions of fans falling for his content, their eyes on him, but he only has eyes for you, his heart so full of his pretty girlfriend. ♡

[tsuemi]

hihii can i request a smut rin fic w a shy reader.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

“i..i can’t, cmon rin..” you’ve barely taken off your shirt, and yet you’re already shy. and rin barely reacts except a small smile, and you think he has a patience of a saint for putting up with how easily embarrassed you get. “would it make you feel better if you close your eyes and i helped you take off your shirt?” and honestly? that sounds like the best option right now. you nod hesitantly and shut your eyes close.

“arms up.” you lift up your arms and he takes off your shirt, throwing it to god knows where, unclips your bra, hands training up your skirt to slide off your panties, then places a gentle kiss on your cheek. “all done.” you open your eyes, squinting a little. “..what about my skirt?” “to save you from being too embarrassed.” and truthfully, it was working. it was better than knowing your boyfriend was seeing you completely naked.

“..take off your clothes too, s’not fair i’m the only one with no clothes.” it sounds like a request more than a demand, but he happily does so anyways. “gonna need you to speak louder than that during sex so i know if you’re feeling good or not.” he says in the middle of unbuckling his belt, and your face turns to beet red. you quickly hide your face into the pillows, your skirt riding up your ass just nice to see your slit. you feel the mattress sink beside you, then his hand coming to grip the back of your neck and pull you up just slightly, leaning down to speak into your ear. “make some pretty noises for me, okay?” “?!”

“hnnghh!- rin, rin! rin please! i cant!” your voice was squeaky like a little rabbit as he pounded into your sweet little hole with the strength of a wolf, “you can. i know you can.” he says it as if its the most obvious thing in the world, but your eyes are puffy from crying from pleasure, your pussy is red and swollen from him ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you, and you can barely breathe from the way you were shoving your face into the thick pillows, having to move your head occasionally to get a breath.

rin was insatiable. you could hear him muttering and groaning the words “not enough—” and “all mine,” he was basically pussydrunk, really. but among the tension, your eyes caught onto your little teddy bears sitting on your desk innocently, all facing in the direction of the bed, and you immediately choke out a sob out of embarrassment, despite knowing they’re just objects. you gripped the sheets tightly and kicked your legs, to which catches rins attention, and he looks towards where you’re looking too, chuckling as he continues to plunge into your walls.

“what? your cuties first time seeing you get fucked on my cock?” “don’t look at them,, n don’t say that either!” you frown, and its exactly the reaction rin wants. “you’re adorable.” his arms stretches out to messily grab one of the teddy bears, his rough gesture toppling the rest over as he places it directly in front of your face. “put on a show for him, yeah?” “no! and.. and, thats a her..” and you don’t know if its your imagination, but you felt rins cock twitch inside you, he thought you were the cutest little thing in the whole world.

“put on a show for her then.” he pauses, adjusting his position slightly. “y’re gonna cum soon right? your hands are doing that thing where they shake.” “sshut up!..” rin lets out a breathy laugh, gripping onto the sheets right next to your face. “i’m close too, yeah, cum for me, shit,” rin shot out a series of white strings inside you, groaning quietly, while you on the other hand was a babbling mess, crying and moaning, back arching into the mattress as your legs kicked against the bed. he may have asked for another round after seeing your reaction just to see it one more time, but seeing how you went completely limp and out of breath after that round, he knew it was time to stop. “colour?” “red,, no more..” “mm. thought so. cmon, up. i’ll start you a bath and order food for you.”

[tsuemi]

nerdy rin who struggles to get inside you all the way because you’re just so tighttt. :(

his cock is long and thick, filling you up and causing a small bump to appear in your lower abdomen. that’s how big he is.

“i’m sorry.. you feel.. gh.. so good,” he says quietly, embarrassed because of how big he is and how your walls are squeezing him in. he felt like he could just bust right there!!!!

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[tsuemi]

isn't that enough?

wc: 0.3k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, husbandd sakusa x reader, smut, not proofread

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your weight sitting on top of your husband, sakusa's muscular thighs, his erect hot cock melting inside you and molding to your shape. your back arched and your body shivered when his full-length just barely kisses your cervix.

sakusa's calloused fingers are tightly gripped on the sides of your waist, and his big, dark eyes stared with hunger, intently at your flushed expression. soaking up the warm tightness wrapped around his cock is overwhelming while he tried to maintain his cool. he can't wait to see you break down into a mess on top of him.

"i'm gonna start moving if that's okay with you," his husky voice murmured, gazing at your facial expressions before landing a peck on your simmering cheek.

nodding, he's bucking his hips at a turtle's pace seeing how you feel taking it slow before increasing his speed and strength. your hands wrap about his neck, fingers nestled in his black and curly hair that briefly smelled of lavender shampoo. his lips are on your neck, softly sucking and giving you kisses to ease your trembling body.

little did you know, he's all ears and listening to every sound you make whether it was a small gasp from the moment his lips made contact with your neck or the moan that slipped out your mouth from when the tip entered into your small hole.

losing control, your whimpering immensely the moment he speeds up. his cock is stuffing you completely, pleasuring all areas of your plush and gummy walls. sakusa finding your sweet spot made you scream in pleasure with your eyes wide in shock when he started to hit that area profusely to hear you moan and call out his name. folding aimlessly into his toned build, you can't help that tears start to swell as you saw white when you came on his cock.

sakusa's slowing down, almost to a halt with the white thick rim around the base of his dick. his calloused digits coming up to your face, wiping away your tears while you begged for him to continue pounding you.

sakusa chuckles under his heavy and ragged breathing.

"you haven't had enough?"

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[tsuemi]

corruption kink with rin? pls >_<

sweet bf rin corrupting his cute gf⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

smut, mdni. characters aged up!! cw: degrading, corruption, dubcon!!

“keep your legs open. i’m not telling you again.”

rins tone was gruff, his lips grazing your thigh while he held your legs apart. everything had happened so fast; one minute you were telling your sweet quiet boyfriend about your day and the next you were pushed back onto the couch, skirt flipped up and panties around your ankles.

all you had said was it had been a long day and rin was straight to wanting to help you relax however he could.

you learned pretty quickly into your relationship with the soccer star that he was obsessive. he got addicted to things and once he decided he wanted something, he was gonna have it. thats exactly how he was with your cunt.

“mmph- don’t be s-so rough”

“shut up. let me stretch your little hole…gotta prep it before i can use it properly”

your breath is shaky as you sit up partially. you push him back by his forehead making his dark hair fall out of his face, his teal eyes locking with yours.

“m’ not ready yet rin…”

you made it clear you were a virgin a few months into seeing each other. he didn’t have much of a reaction, just shrugged it off and went on with whatever you two had been doing.

when you did begin taking things to another level, he was always soft. he praised you in his own unique way, would press kisses to every part of your skin he could, carefully push a single finger inside of you, eyes never moving from you; like missing just one of your reactions would ruin the whole experience.

lately though? something had changed with him;

hands slipping up your skirt to grab ur asscheeks when you went out together, ‘honey’ swapped out for ‘needy girl’, lingering touches that screamed i need you. maybe it was stress, maybe he was just too pent up, you didnt know but you didnt question it. not when he knew how to circle his thumb over ur twitching clit just right to have you cumming in minutes.

“still? come on, dont act dumb. i know you want it” rin sits up from between your legs, his clothed hips slotting against your bare hips. your cunt fluttered, drooling onto the couch feeling the bulge in his sweats against your skin.

“just want you rinnie~”

that did it.

maybe it was the stupid nickname he hated or that sweet tone of voice you only ever had with him. maybe it was the fact that you wanted him, only him. whatever it was made a flip switch.

“yeah? want me?”

swiftly two cool hands grip the backs of your thighs and press them to your chest. a choked whine was the single reaction you could give before his clothed cock is pushing against your folds. his hips rut into you at an agonizingly slow pace that contradicts the grip of his hands. his tip is pressed flush against the dampening grey fabric stopping him from using you properly, barely pushing into your tight unused cunt.

“youve got me now dummy-“ wet lips press to your temple “-you feel that? gonna fuck it into you raw next time, hows that sound?”

your brains barely functioning, too much at once but its so damn good. high pitched whimpers with every roll of rins hips, tongue lolling from parted lips. maybe you did need his cock…

“huh- you need it? fuckin’ knew it”

shit. you said that out loud? were you that fucked out from just this? was just the feeling of your sweet boyfriends mushroom tip violating your hungry cunt enough to have you babbling out your own thoughts?

“yesyesyes- fuck! need it, need you!” drool falls from the corner of your mouth as he attempts to bend you further in half, one of his hands grabbing your skirt and pushing it up so he can get a better view of the mess you were making

dark hair falls into your vision while his hips begin to work harder to get both of you off. rins breathing consists of strained whines and huffs, his eyes still locked on where the two of you meet.

“gonna ruin you- fuckk- wanna make it..make it so no guy can ever use this pussy- ngh- besides me. all fuckin’ mine“

the warmth in ur lower stomach is building with every word he throws out. you dont care if theyre icky, you dont care if theyre mean, you get it now. you want him to ruin you.

“pleasepleaseplease!” you huff out a whimper “m’ all y-yours, ruin me- mmph- please rinnie!”

his hips stutter with a choked sob. then you feel it; something sticky seeping through the fabric that had been humping into you. rins head falls into your shoulder while he catches his breath, mumbling incoherent words against your skin. when he finally sits up and sees the finished mess on not only his pants but your lips he is lowering himself back between your aching thighs to get a taste.

“did it get inside…?” you sound worried as you question him, bottom lip pushed out in a pout

“gonna have to check” his thumbs push your folds apart, getting a good look at your pulsing hole. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit followed by another kiss to your cunt “don’t worry; ill clean you up if any did…cant have you getting knocked up before ive even fucked you properly”

tysm for requesting ^.^ i heart rin so much ohmygod. i never have thought about him being into corruption so i hope i did it some justice!!

[tsuemi]

he’s clingy when you ride him ♡

your boyfriend gets pretty clingy when you’re on his lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. he’s unlike those guys who prefer to lean back, arms behind their head as they watch their lover do all the work. instead, he prefers to wrap his arms around your waist, holding your body close against his, just so he can feel the way you’re shaking from how good it feels.

“feels good?” he murmurs. he’s not exactly asking, since he already knows the answer. he can feel it just from the way your body keeps tightening around him, clenching with every slow bounce, alongside that dumb, fucked out expression you have on your face. “so warm around me, baby… keep going, yeah? jus’ like that…”

your thighs are trembling, struggling to keep up with the rhythm, but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he’s whispering things to you right against your ear, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you desperately try to lift yourself up and down. he’s not even thrusting up, just holding you there and letting you use him to your heart’s content.

“mm—‘s too much,” you whimper into his shoulder, burying your face there as your pace falters. but his hands slide to your hips, guiding them again. “no it’s not,” he mumbles, lips brushing your ear. “you can take it. you always do. look how good you’re doing for me.”

when you let out another shaky moan and sink fully onto him, he hugs you tighter, arms locked around you like he needs you to breathe. he loves this position, because he gets to be so close to you, never having to let go.

"stay right here," he sighs, burying his nose in your hair, breath ragged. "don’t go anywhere… not till i finish inside you, ‘kay?"

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[tsuemi]

“what’s in that pretty head of yours?” tooru oikawa asks.

the room glows with the morning light, peeking through the curtains. tooru’s fingers lightly brush some of your hair.

“dunno… just spacing out, i guess,” you reply.

tangled in the sheets, clothes pooled somewhere on the floor, your breathing syncs with his. your head lays on his arm, left hand resting on his bare chest and drawing little shapes.

“still can’t believe we did that,” you mumbled, raising your hand to admire the band on your ring finger, shining brightly as it caught the sun’s rays.

“yeah, me neither…” he replies, kissing your forehead sweetly. “you’re my wife now,” he smiles, taking your fingers and kissing it.

“and you’re my husband,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. his fingers graze up and down your spine, tickling you, yet you never wanted to pull away.

“can’t believe you could make such pretty noises either— hey!” he teased, interrupted by a sharp slap to his peck. you sat up to give him a dirty stare, hair falling onto your shoulders. he only stared back, smug as ever as he chuckled deeply.

“whaaatt? come onnn, don’t be like thattt,” he whined, trying to pull you back into his arms. as soon as you fall back onto the bed, he’s facing you head on, scooching close enough to nudge your nose with his.

“i hate you,” you grumble with a small pout. he takes your chin in his fingers, leaning you up to share a kiss with him.

“yeah? how ‘bout now?” he asked in a softer voice.

“dunno, try it again,” you whispered back. he only smiles and meets your lips once more. quick pecks turn into a long, deep kiss, fingers tangling in his messy hair as his return to your back.

tooru’s tongue licks across your lips, gently asking to be let in. out of breath, you push him away by his chin.

“tooru, we have to get up,” you reminded him. he rolls his eyes and dips his head to kiss along your collarbone.

“five more minutes,” he protests.

“you said that earlier and now we’re naked. come on, i’m hungry,” you groaned. he only whines and traps you in his arms.

“tooru, get offff!” you giggled, his hair tickling your neck as he started giving loud smooches to your chest, lips smacking with each muah! “you’re such a little freak!”

“yeah and you married this little freak,” he giggled back, hands unwilling to let go.

“then i’m filing a divorce,” you say, but only tangle your legs further with his.

“go ahead,” he says, climbing up to meet your face, forehead pressed against yours.

“anything to marry you all over again.”

[tsuemi]

satoru gojo left behind a wife and infant baby girl.

the day it happened, he promised he’d come back to you. you held onto him tightly, pleading with him not to go, not to leave you. but he had to, you both knew that. however your trust that he would return is what kept you going.

you almost didn’t even want to watch the livestream. you wish you hadn’t.

seeing your husband die right in front of your eyes, seeing him take his last breath, it broke you. nothing could prepare someone to lose the one they love. nothing could prepare you for the amount of grief you were suddenly pushed into, the darkness that overtook your once bright world.

you began to wish your daughter looked more like you instead of him. because that way, you wouldn’t have to wake up to his carbon copy crying for her mother while you yourself were on the verge of tears because they just looked so much alike.

how were you supposed to be strong and push through day by day when it felt like it was all for naught? how could you continue life without your other half?

the only thing you found yourself looking forward to everyday you woke up was your sweet baby girl’s laughs. the innocence it held, the way her eyes crinkled, the way it brought you a sense of warmth.

you’d always hear her laugh right next to your ear after visiting your husband for your weekly visit, leaving white roses by his gravestone. sometimes you wondered why she would laugh. maybe it’s just her being an adorable baby, maybe it’s at the airplane that flew above you two.

or maybe it’s the ghost of her father who stood beside his own grave, making silly faces at his daughter that he knew she loved, waving bye and with a promise he’ll see her again next week. her hand reaches out for him, and his towards his two favorite girls.

[tsuemi]

but see the double standard is that even though sae tries his damnedest not to make noise when you're sucking him off/riding him/pleasuring him however, but if you try to keep quiet, please keep your hands in the vehicle at all times and fasten ur seatbelts because you're about to have the vocal fry fucked out of you --

doesn't matter how long it takes, he'll go at it for hours.

he'll fold you in half, lock your knees by your ears and pummel into you till you're sobbing and sore and begging, till your voice cracks over his name, even though it's just a single syllable.

"'s n-not f-fair --" you hiccup, keening as he leans back to jackhammer into you from a deeper angle, his eyes half-lidded, his expression tamed into a fierce kind of placidness.

"don't ever try to hide your noises from me," he says, the words so low you almost don't catch them over the rhythmic smack of skin on skin, the lewd, heinous squelch of your raw, puffy cunt sucking him in each time he thrusts.

"s-sae please --" you keen over a particularly rough thrust, one that knocks the bed into the wall and you can almost swear you hear the headboard cracking.

you choke out a noise somewhere between a sob and a moan as he fucks you through the nth orgasm of that night, his pace never slowing, the end nowhere in sight. he only adjusts his grip on your thighs and watches you with a satisfied, slightly sadistic glint in his eye and says --

"mm... good. now louder."

[tsuemi]

instagram stories with bf!kiyoomi date night edition (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

!! i tried making it mostly faceless but yk how that goes..

[tsuemi]

糸師 凛 — itoshi rin !

smut, nosebleed

i feel like rin itoshi would get nosebleeds when he has sex with you. like the first time you guys did it? he’s in that flow state. absolutely lost it and is going hams on you. rutting into you like a dog in heat and you’re just a blabbering mess.

“r-rin slow down.” you hands pushed at his lower region in attempt to slow him down, but obviously he doesn’t falter one bit. just continued ramming into you, tip kissing your cervix, feeling your velvety walls flutter around him.

“shit…just a couple more.” his hands find its way to your mounds, gripping them like stress balls as he continued to pound into your poor abused cunt like there was no tomorrow.

his breathing becomes unsteady, just taking in your beautiful moans and the way your boobs bounced whenever his balls made contact with your ass. the sight had such a chokehold on him, he wants to do this forever. you look so fucking hot under him, he doesn’t think he’ll last that long if you keep up with those slutty expressions of yours.

your eyes shut tightly from the pain mixed with pleasure that rin was giving you, only to feel a little drop of liquid fall to your stomach. it’s red, looking up you can see a stream of blood coming from his nostrils and he seems so out of it.

“baby you’re bleeding-“ you whimpered out. but rin doesn’t respond to you immediately, too much into a trance, you had to pat his shoulder and that’s when he realizes he’s bleeding.

his thumb wipes over the stream of blood that spilled, but never halting his movements, not when he’s got you like this and so close. “do you need to stop—ah!” his hands snaked to your throat, applying gentle pressure on it as he increased his pace. thrusts echoing throughout the room that were sure to get complaints from the neighbors.

“shut up…i’m not stopping shit..” he breathes out in between thrusts and your head threw back. rin can taste the blood, but he didn’t care. what he cared about was filling you up to the brim with his cum, just seeing you ruined and messy was all he can think about.

your hands finds it way to his wrists for leverage, back arching at an impossible angle. you let out a choked moan, coming from your high, juices spilling onto his cock. rin was close…so close. his thrusts become sloppy, but his pace became erratic and faster if that was even possible. until one final thrust, his sticky cum came spilling into your gummy walls, that pulsed around his cock, overstimulating him a bit. he grunts, trying to contain the moans that threatened to spill from his lips.

but just seeing your fucked our self, he thinks that just made his nosebleed worse, he doesn’t want to stop just after one round, it felt way too good.

hai hai just smth quick then i work on request

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @theirlimerence 

[tsuemi]

۫ ꣑ৎ . he always grumbles about how tight you are every time as if his massive dick isnt the real issue.

size kink. slight force. rough sex. power play.

people often say you are lucky to have your husband, because of his impressive size.

his cock.

its as big as they say, thick and heavy stretching you to your limit as he pushes in, inch by agonizing inch.

you’re soaked, dripping but the tightness makes you both groan, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.

“goddamn, you’re too tight,” he mutters, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.

“every fucking time, its like you’re trying to kill me.” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning your hands braced against his chest as he bottoms out, the stretch burning so good you can barely think.

“maybe you’re just too big, kento,” you tease voice breathy but sharp, knowing itll rile him up.

his eyes narrow and he thrusts hard, deep, making you cry out, your nails digging into his skin.

“too big?” he repeats, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back, then slams into you again, the headboard rattling.

“you’re the one squeezing me like you want me to lose it.” his words are clipped, frustrated.

your pussy flutters, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for a second.

“fuck, do that again, and im not gonna last.”

“kento, cmon,” you whine your hips rocking to meet his thrusts, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room.

“you’re always complaining, but you love it—admit it.” you clench around him, and his breath hitches, his hands sliding to your waist, gripping hard as he fucks you faster, deeper, like hes trying to prove a point.

“love it?” he growls leaning down, his lips brushing your ear, his tie dangling against your chest.

“this tight pussy is gonna be the death of me.” eitherwise the way hes pounding into you, relentless, says hes addicted.

you moan loud and unashamed, and he keeps talking, unable to stop.

“you feel too good, too—fuck—perfect, how am i supposed to focus on anything when you’re like this?”

“kento, please..” you gasp, your voice breaking hands clawing at his shoulders as you feel the stretch, the fullness, the everything.

“dont stop—fuck, you’re so big.” your praise slips out and he groans, deep and guttural, his hips stuttering as he fights to keep control.

“say that again,” he demands voice husky, one hand sliding to your clit, rubbing firm, quick circles that make you see stars.

“tell me how big i am, love, you started this.”

“so big, kentooo...” you moan, voice high and desperate,

“can barely take you—fuck, you’re wrecking me.” the words spill out, and hes done for, his groans turning to curses as he thrusts once, twice, then comes, spilling hot and deep inside you, his body shuddering as he grips your hips like you’re his anchor.

you’re right behind him, your orgasm crashing through you, a sharp, shuddering wave that leaves you gasping, clenching around him as he rides it out, still murmuring, “too tight, too fucking tight.”

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[tsuemi]

hitting it raw!

— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)

sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader

contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact

tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills

sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex

“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.

you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.

his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.

“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.

“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”

sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”

“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.

he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.

deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.

“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”

you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.

“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.

suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.

“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.

“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.

“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.

“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.

“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”

suo hayato (wc: 0.9k)

⸻ edging, hair pulling, toys (vibrator), dacryphillia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl)

you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.

for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.

the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.

“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”

you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.

“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”

suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.

“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”

“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”

you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.

“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”

“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.

“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.

you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.

he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.

“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”

you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.

“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”

“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”

he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.

“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”

togame jo (wc: 0.8k)

⸻ overstimulation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, pet names (baby, doll)

“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.

“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”

taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.

“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.

“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.

he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.

togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.

“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”

you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.

“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.

togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”

“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”

he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”

you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”

togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.

you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”

“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.

his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.

“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”

he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.

“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again

“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”

kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)

⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills

“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.

“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”

an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.

“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake,” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.

he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”

your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”

you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.

he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.

“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.

he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.

“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.

“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”

it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.

“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”

you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.

“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”

his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”

kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.

“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.

“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.

“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”

“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.

“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.

“i told you to keep quiet.”

“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”

his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.

“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.

“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.

“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.

his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.

the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.

“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”

his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.

shit, was he hard again?

“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”

umemiya hajime (wc: 0.7k)

⸻ size difference, belly bulge, unprotected sex (good girl, angel, pretty girl)

umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.

“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.

“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.

“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”

“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.

“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.

ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.

“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.

“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”

“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”

he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”

ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.

“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”

you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.

“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.

umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.

“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”

he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.

“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.

umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.

“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”

he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.

“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”

note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!

[tsuemi]

when their s/o gets jealous

⊱ you try to keep it at bay, but green-passing someone getting perhaps a bit too close to your boyfriend isn't your thing ; sakura, suo, kaji

⊱ request: "Imagine sakura, suo and kaji with an s/o that gets jealous and a bit possessive over them. Like not in a toxic, obsessive way but if they see their bfs getting hit on, best believe the s/o's gonna cling a bit more than they usually do and hold on to them until their jealousy simmers down 🙏😝😝"

⊱ w.c: 1.2k (total); 0.4k (average)

⊱ genre: fluff-ish

⊱ warnings: none

⊱ a/n: had too much writing this omg, thank you for requesting <3

sakura haruka

you try to keep it at bay, truly. few things make you happier than seeing people appreciate sakura after all, it warms your heart to extents beyond human comprehension. there is still a limit though.

it hadn’t even been a fight, only sakura helping two girls clearly bothered by some, quote unquote, punks with mere half-threats. it’s part of his duty, right? and it’s also part of his duty to make citizens feel safe, right? so it only makes sense for him to respond when the two come up to thank him, right? and it only makes sense for them to shamelessly act like you’re literally not even there, right? no. no, it doesn’t, and while you can’t blame him and his nature, it admittedly stresses you out when sakura doesn’t know how to respond through more than flustered stutters.

you like to follow the principle of being the bigger person. this time, you find yourself being the bigger problem instead.

“haruka,” you call out, fully going against your so-called principle once you wrap your arms around him from behind. you’re quick to feel his entire body shiver against your own, and if he already wasn’t flustered, you’re sure he is now. maybe you feel a bit bad for doing this to him in broad daylight, but you make a mental note to just apologize a little later. “nirei and suo are waiting for us.”

“what the he— since when do you call me h—” sakura makes an attempt to turn around, though interrupts himself upon processing the smallest of a pout you struggle with suppressing into his back. it’s just a guess, one he’s not certain of at all, but he does know better than to take any risks; clearing his throat, he turns back to the two girls, awkwardly rubbing his burning neck as he explains there’s somewhere you’re supposed to be right now and have to leave.

thus, that’s how you stay there until they’re both out of sight and sakura, still dusted in pink, finally puts his guess out there, “the hell are you being jealous for?”

“the hell are you getting shy around girls for?”

“oh, shut up!”

“and you speak up!”

suo hayato

it’s not like you’re angry or embarrassed or something along those lines, yet your face is damn near burning as you keep it buried into suo’s chest. you’re lying flush against him, legs tangled together, stretched over the sofa. you should feel comfortable. you don’t, and you’re not telling him why.

“i’m sorry, my love,” he apologizes, although he’s quite sure he can’t recall anything particularly wrong throughout the day you spent outside. “so can you please look at me already?”

as if stubborn were your middle name, you shake your head, but mutter anyway, “it’s not your fault.”

“so something is wrong?”

“... i don’t want to talk about it.”

“by chance, are you—”

“suo, no.”

a silence fills the room. only briefly, before suo lets out a light sigh. a hand reaches to gently, barely, caress the back of your head, the touch making your fist subconsciously loosen its grip on his shirt. “you know,” he begins, and your shoulders relax — partly from the soothing tint lacing his voice, partly because there’s no use trying to get around someone so naturally observant. “there’s nothing you have to be jealous of.”

“i know there’s nothing i have to be jealous of,” you retort, nudging his knee with your own. “but that doesn’t mean i have a thing for watching others hit on you like that.”

suo truly tries to hold it back as well as he can, but upon feeling his lips curve against the top of your head, you can easily tell he’s on the verge of laughing. though, it doesn’t make him take your thoughts any less seriously: “is there anything i can do to help you feel better?”

you’re ready to reject the offer — he had been quick to dismiss the previous events after all, clarifying that he already was with someone so he really isn’t at fault — yet you remain quiet, like you’re thinking.

in the end, you opt to wrap your arms around his torso, legs tangling even more chaotically with his. tilting your neck a bit, you allow yourself to rest into the crook of his neck, and the sigh you let out finally makes him laugh. in response, you soon find yourself held impossibly closer as his hands meet at your lower back. there’s a nod, a pair of lips feathering your forehead accompanied by a soft hum, “okay, let’s stay like this then.”

kaji ren

everyone and their mother knows about furin, so it comes rather naturally that they’d know kaji as well. lovely. great. you mean it whenever you think that too! it’s something you often take pride in.

although it can be an issue at times too.

when you exit the school building, you immediately notice the little crowd that’s gathered by the end of its grounds, right next to the gate. albeit somewhat curious on what’s going on, you’re more interested in going home, hence thinking you wouldn’t spare the minor fuss more than a glance or two—until you find out what’s actually going on.

there he stands, just a few meters away from fellow classmates and other students you don’t really know; without a single care for the surroundings, or maybe even awareness, kaji is leaning back against the brick wall, occupied by whatever social media he’s browsing, headphones on. due to his lack of response in curious whispers, gasps of awe and giddy giggles, you quickly assume that the sound of them all is muted behind his music. not that it helps the icky feeling growing inside you.

sure, you like to think you know where the reactions are coming from, and you’re humble enough to not assume each one of them know who you are — although some definitely do — but it’s gnawing on you, that little sense of jealousy you frankly don’t want to admit.

you really do not want to admit it. yet it’s undoubtedly the cause of you just slightly picking up your pace the moment some of the students move to approach him; by the time kaji’s attention is finally torn apart, you’re already ahead of them, safe to say giving him a startle as you soon nearly crash into him.

“i told you, you don’t have to pick me up every time,” you sigh, pulling him closer by the arm you squeeze close to yourself. do you mean it? yes. are you also trying to prove a point? yes? no? maybe so. nonetheless, you repeat the reminder once he tugs the headphones down to his neck, pausing his playlist.

kaji blinks at you a few times and if you didn’t know better, you could almost believe he’s the human embodiment of disinterest. his eyes dart aside though, noting the crowd that’s yet to leave—for better or for worse, you realize the pieces fall into place as soon as he lets out a deep breath.

“whatever,” he mutters and frees his arms from your hold, yet showing no hesitation when he securely grabs your hand in his own. “let’s go, coffee shop’s not waiting for your jealousy.”