zoquette

[zoquette]

teach me?

oliver aiku x fem!/afab!reader genre : smut, mdni 18+ wc : 1k words cw : first time, f!giving, age gap (a lil)

imagine what it feels like to be 'just' a manager to the captain of U20s japan, not every girl is as lucky as y/n to be one.

it was the fresher welcome party for the new trainees who had recently joined the professional team. you made the arrangements of course, it was oliver who you work for, after all. he didn't want anything to get mess up, so he was quick put the pressure on you.

being with him was hella like what it felt like to be tortured, without any breaks not to mention. he wouldn't even care to move an inch from the couch while stuffing some snacks right after every practice or match.

stuff like doing the laundry, washing the utensils or cooking was way too far away to even be noticed in his daily routine. eat, sleep, practice and of course, video games always kept him too occupied to even care.

it felt like babysitting him.

but who you had your eyes on now, was just enough to take your mind off your tiring schedule. you would stare at sendou every time there was a team meeting or anything similar, he was the one you always needed by your side.

you had to discuss it with someone who knew sendou a lot, and it obviously was none other than your lousy 'foster baby' who you babysitted non-stop.

"aiku.."

"what?" can't you see I'm busy with something?" he frowns, without turning his head to face you, focused on his stupid video game.

wow. what a bitch.

but you really needed help from him, he's the only one who can get you close to your crush, even if you have to listen to his awfully attractive voice spilling shit.

"I wanted to learn something.. well um, things, actually so—" he cut you off, rolling his eyes at you. "didn't I just tell you something?" atleast he cared to grace you with a look.

but then again how the fuck could you forget that he's got that dicky attitude?

"oliver, hear me out for this once" you take a seat beside him, in front of a huge tv, on the couch. this was the first time you talked to him informally. it was actually very weird to keep saying 'mister' or 'sir' every time before his name as he was just about you own age.

he turned off the tv, facing you and giving in a small nod. he looked different, so mature up close but well, his actions spoke otherwise.

you took a deep breath, "sendou. I like him alot." you continue checking his reaction, only to find him looking curious but his eyes, they not seem to have their usual shine in them.

"and?" he raises a brow. "I want you to tell me, or even teach me, everything he likes about a girl" you let out a sign of relief, you did it, you actually asked him about sendou.

"what do I get in return?" oliver gets closer to your face, "hm?" you look at him with disbelief. "kidding" he lets out a chuckle.

"okay. he really wants to get together with a pin up model. that's it." you think over a quick second before replying, "now I can't suddenly become a model, you know?"

"you don't have to, you've already got the curves so just one thing to focus on" he grabs a can of coke from the side table. "what do you mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"sex, darling, be good at it."

come on. that couldn't be true, really sendou? what the actual fuck are you, so pervy? but you knew you liked him anyways so you gotta do something.

"you know what? I'm a virgin. How am I supposed to be good at sex?" he looks a little shocked for some reason. "that's none of my problem, y/n."

"teach me?"

aiku chokes over the coke he just sipped a second ago, his eyes widening in surprise. was this actually happening? had destiny finally smiled at him?

"not the couch maybe?" your cheeks turning red while watching him strip his thin shirt off his well defined body which he noticed but didn't say a word, smirking in his mind.

damn. what a demi-god.

the next moment, he gestures you to follow him to his room. it's all clean and tidy thanks to you. aiku sits on the bed, "get down."

you gulped. nervousness sending shivers throughout you body, you can even hear how quickly your heart pounds, getting faster every millisecond.

"take it out" him barking orders is not new to you though, but it's still kinda scary. "use your mouth" oliver putting his weight on his arms on the bed as support.

you pulled his dick out and took a moment to realize how thick and long he was. how come you didn't even play the slightest attention before all this?

"staring, are we?"

you glare at him for pulling that awful, annoying joke, just another one of many. "what're you waiting for?!" oliver looked frustrated. the heck is his problem? it was your first time but he doesn't give a fuck about it?

he pushed your head down on his throbbing cock, your hair entangled in his fingers as his dick hits your throat so deep. a small tear fell from the corner of your eye, he could always be an asshole for sure.

you did your best to satisfy your 'mentor', which earned you a series of continuous pants and shit from him.

"mhm.. you're not so bad for first time, h-huh—?"

right after you were done, happy about your work, you made him cum not once, but twice in your mouth. "satisfied?" you looked at him, only to get ignored.

"you think."

confused about whatever he was pissed about. you did good, actually. maybe it was just that aiku hated the idea of you?

"that's not even close to giving pleasure to a man. you're just a cute little innocent one, sendou's outta your league."

that very moment, you pushed him to the bed to face you.

"lemme show you what even a novice can do."

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ʚ after scenes of a long day at his shop ɞ

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[zoquette]

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♡ thoughts : ⤹ nagi x f!reader ⤹ toji x f!reader

♡ au fics : ⤹ model!gojo x designer!reader (f!) ⤹ biker!geto x librarian!reader (f!) ⤹ mafia!sukuna x assassin!reader (f!)

♡ long reads : ⤹ bachira x f!reader

⤹ oliver x f!reader

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[zoquette]

just thinking about toji and how his incredibly think cock forms a big bulge in his sweatpants when looking at your cute little body wrapped covered with your tiny pink towel and hair wet, front falling down to your collar bone and the rest reaching your bouncy ass, which turned him on every morning after railing you the previous night.

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[zoquette]

just thinking about how much more nagi would want to fuck you if you grind on his cock while he plays his game one-handed with the other hand rocking against your ass, not causing him any hassle as he headshots the enemies.

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[zoquette]

model!gojo x designer!reader (f!/afab!) warnings : mdni 18+

model!gojo, who despite endless getting offers from high-profile names, he finds himself drawn to your designs and refuses to work with anyone else. but why was he so focused on you?

— "her. only her, I'll work with y/n."

model!gojo, who may not look like it but is very kinky about exhibitionism. he loves to stare at you while you hold your inch tape, resting your hands on his chest, holding your blush. he fucking lives for you to measure his drop dead toned sexy body which he's so proud of.

— "could you, you know, re-check measure of my bicep?"

model!gojo, who can't help but feel so proud of you everytime he rocks the runaway, wearing your 'personally' designed outfit for him, controls himself throughout the show just to clap you later.

— "finally my turn to make you a dress of marks n' bites?"

model!gojo, who smacks your ass while licking your cum off your wet, 'slutty' cunt, enjoys the taste of your wet juices for him, more like beers and alcohol which he's hooked on, forever.

— "mhm.. yea grind jus' like that, honey."

© zoquette — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

[zoquette]

biker!geto x librarian!reader (f!/afab!) warnings : mdni 18+

biker!geto, who's a damn hottie, what was he doing at a fucking library? shouldn't he be out there messing up with the cops, breaking headlights, or traffic rules instead of rotting here at this dead silent place?

— "evening, missy."

biker!geto, who's eyes have been locked in yours ever since he stepped into the library, walks over from shelf to shelf, what's he upto now? another one of his pranks maybe?

— " well, miss bookish, if you’re so smart, how about you explain why I can’t seem to get you out of my head?"

biker!geto, (get a load of this) who placed this bet to make you fall head over heels for him, grabbing every little thing to talk about, only to flirt right after?

— "miss lit, shouldn't you try hanging out with me instead of wasting your time here reading your remeo and juliet the 100th time already?"

biker!geto, who seems to get the idea that you're atleast, a tiniest bit interested in him as he catches you staring at him from so afar.

— "c'mon, don't be shy miss know-it-all, why not join me at the local bar?"

biker!geto, who's eyes light up after constantly trying to grab your attention is now annoying the fuck outta you, as you had finally accepted his invite. riding his bike felt like flying to you, to be honest, but also free at the same time?

— "yep. that's the kinda girl I like."

biker!geto, who got you all drunken now, begins with his actual plan. he brings you to a private room where he strips every cloth off him in front of you only to add to the fire and get you on the bed already.

— "let the night begin, shall we, miss?"

biker!geto, who's way of fucking hit your sweet spot would make your eyes roll all the way back with every thrust, how he'd suck on your nipple so oddly perfectly, or mark your neck as if he owned you.

— "didn't know that booky ladies could fuck so good."

biker!geto, who made sure that every droplet of your cum on your folds was licked clean, your body well marked to show the world who you now belong to.

— "everything that I own is yours now, darling."

© zoquette — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

[zoquette]

mafia!sukuna x assassin!reader (f!/afab!) warnings : mdni 18+

mafia!sukuna, who's the most dangerous mafia of the japan, always careful and cautious around mysterious looking women, somehow fell for one who was assigned to murder him.

— "fuck. she's mine."

mafia!sukuna, who's eyes when landed on y/n for the very first time, knew that she wasn't up to any good but taking risks is what describes him, so he took the challenge with a big smirk on his face.

— "come 'ere babygirl, come sit on my lap."

mafia!sukuna, who's looking like he's enjoying y/n's fake sweet talks, is playing along pretty well but what he doesn't know is that the woman is one of the finest assassins of the country, and she has knows whatever he has on his mind, her job has thought her most things about men.

— "honey, let's find a nice place to continue this, shall we?"

mafia!sukuna, who's sitting on a hotel bed with y/n rocking over his thigh, grabs her ass and gives it a rough squeeze as she continues to pleasure him in all ways she has always used and worked for all her targets, winning a stranger's trust that quick is a piece of cake for y/n afterall.

— "darling, can ya pass that cig n' lighter to me?"

mafia!sukuna, who's now sharing his puffed cig with y/n riding him, taking a hint that he's enjoying her company, she injects a sleep drug on his neck then whispers something in her target's ear before he loses his state of consciousness.

— "your good days will be over soon, my dear."

mafia!sukuna, who's drifted off in his sleep, murmuring some dumb shit while y/n looks for any important stuff he has on his phone and in his pockets, almost satisfied with another complete mission, now searches for his wallet which she couldn't seem to find.

— "looking for this, doll?"

© zoquette — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

[zoquette]

not again!

bachira meguru (aged up) x fem!/afab!reader genre : smut, mdni 18+ warnings : cursing, first time, unprotected sex, m!/f! receiving + giving, pet names praising wc : 1.8k words

a tough game against a cute rival can be a big pain in the ass. even the tiniest little mistake has the power to turn the game of 1v1 all way around.

especially when you can't even focus on the game cuz he's the one you're up against, it isn't easy to try controlling the way you blush when he's all fired up and dribbling over the park ground, his eyes locked on yours.

you're his neighbor, one of the only few friends he's ever had, you've both grown up together, years passing by with your feelings getting deeper for him.

but all this still doesn't affect your play somehow.

"let's see.." bachira pants as he's running all around nonstop doing new fancy tricks trying to dribble past you. "so.. tell me y/n, what do I get when I make this one?"

"eh- how 'bout 2 packs of pineapple candy?" you clench your teeth, stealing the ball effortlessly from him, sprinting towards his goalpost. "this is the last goal for today so you might not get them, though!" you let out a chuckle.

competing with him for years has made his playstyle very known to you, so its kinda easy for you to predict his moves.

at last, you win today, again, very much to bachira's annoyance. "not again.. don't gimme that shit again" he frowns, which he doesn't do often.

you giggle a bit, thinking he must be a little frustrated on the fact that you've been constantly winning from him the past few weeks, not noticing what he's about to do next, "meguru..? will you listen to m—"

the next moment, you find yourself in his grasp, holding you up with his arms, folding your legs around him, as he hungrily leaves hickeys all around your collarbone.

it all seems surreal, you've been waiting for this moment from god knows how long but you are quick to react.

"what the fuck are you doing bachira—?! we're in pu—public put me d—down right now!"

his wet kisses making you crazier every second, it looks like he's not even afraid of that, or anything at all that moment.

he's fucking into it.

the tension is electric between you two when the first drop of rain hits your face, catching you off guard. the storm seems to appear out of nowhere, the sky darkening quickly as thunder rumbles in the distance. the drops start slow, then quickly build, transforming into a downpour that soaks you both within seconds.

the air is suddenly colder, and the sounds of rain crashing against the pavement and your breath mixing with the pounding beat of your heart echo around you. the coolness of the rain against your skin contrasts sharply with the heat of bachira's body, pressed so close to you.

you shiver gets down you spine, but it’s not just from the rain. he looks up, his face just as drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead. he smirks at you, wild-eyed, as if the storm only fuels his energy.

you can't help but stare.

"guess we're stuck out here now" he teases, his fingers brushing against your wet skin, sending a jolt through you. "unless you want to keep this up in the rain."

you're not sure if he's being serious, but before you can respond, his arms wrap around you again, lifting you effortlessly. you squeak, not fully prepared for him to carry you.

though you can't remember how did he actually bring you home so quick, he puts on the wooden floor, back on your legs pushing you against the glass door just as you get in.

the rain falls harder now, the drops almost seeming to create a blur around you. the storm has a power all its own, but it's nothing compared to the tension in the air between you two.

he’s soaked, the thin fabric of his school club jersey clinging to his toned, wet body, the definition of his abs visible through the material.

you feel the strength in his grip, his muscles flexing as his arms pull you closer, making your breath catch in your throat.

"y/n.." his voice is a low, gravelly whisper, laced with something more. something raw. "I'm sorry for this.. but I need you" the words hang in the air, heavy with need.

before you could say anything, his lips are on yours—sudden, urgent.

the kiss is demanding, desperate, and it takes everything in you to not melt under the weight of it. his tongue slides against your lips, a silent request, and you part them just enough for him to deepen the kiss.

it’s all messy. it’s everything you’ve been trying to fight but now can’t resist.

his hands find your waist, gripping you tightly as he presses his body flush against yours. the rain continues to pour down around you both, but it’s nothing compared to the fire building between you two.

you respond instinctively, your own hands threading into his wet hair, pulling him closer. his tongue explores you with an intensity that makes your heart race, each kiss more desperate than the last.

the wetness of the rain, the heat of his mouth, everything blurs together, and you find yourself lost in him, in the sensation of him.

it's the feeling you always wanted to sense everyday.

bachira's kiss is wild, full of the hunger he's kept hidden for so long. you feel it in every flick of his tongue, every press of his body against yours.

you lose yourself in the kiss, forgetting everything around you, until all that’s left is the both of you, tangled together in the storm.

you both pull off after some seconds, lust filled in each others eyes. bachira lifts you again, slowly walking towards the couch, trying to control his trail of thoughts.

"should I ask her about it?" , "what if she doesn't feel comfortable?"

he places you on the couch, at one end and sits on the other end, trying hard to not to spill shit, not looking at you.

"wanna.. wanna do it?"

he looks up at you, dumfounded. were his thought read by you or you wanted him that bad like he needed you?

"huh..? I—" he's cut off, "you said you needed me before."

the next second, you were on your knees in front of him, eyeing his bulge curiously. you took a glance at him and slowly slipped his cock out, it had to be atleast 7 inches.

you paused for a bit, gulped and took a deep breath before grabbing him. this only added to nervousness bachira had in his mind, making him rest his head on the back of the couch.

just a couple of stokes in and he was as red as a tomato, a moaning mess. you wanted to give him all the pleasure he deserves in the world, he's all you've ever desired.

so you did the best you could to satisfy him, the slow and sensual handjob it seemed at first, the faster and rougher it was the next moment.

now, the situation wasn't in control, heavy pants & lewd moans filled the air. as your hand movement went faster, you could feel him twitch more and more each second, he was close, you were doing great.

SPLAT!

you licked bachira's cum off your face, giving the heavily breathing man a wink. he sat up straight, holding your jaw between his thumb and index finger, caressing your cheek.

"you- did a great job, darling" he murmurs as he closes the distance between this mouth and your ear.

"my turn now."

there he is, on his way to bring you to his bedroom as he wants you to be comfortable and be slow with the process, you're both are having your first times, after all.

his room is all decorated based on soccer—posters, figurines of famous players, messy clothes all around. you feel so cozy, so relaxed here and bachira's scent everywhere adds more love in to the air.

he follows your eyes, taking a long look of the room then gives you a pat on the head. "shall we continue, miss?"

a small nod and his gaze turns like that of a predator. he spreads you legs apart, devilish intentions on their peak, only he knows how he controls himself every fucking day not to masturbate to your photo.

he knows what he needs to do.

getting close to your clothed clit, he takes a quick sniff before giving some licks. he reaches for your panties, sliding them off your glassy soft skin, making you blush red making you hit your head back on his pillow in pleasure.

God, this man knows stuff.

he slowly traced all your curves with his tongue around your cunt to your tits, sucking on the right one while putting in a couple of his fingers in your sweet spot and exploring your core, taking you to heavens.

"I can't resist it now."

bachira doesn't take more than just a few seconds to strip his clothes off. "may I?" you didn't respond, ofcourse getting fingered from your long time crush was already a lot to process.

he understood the look on your face and slowly slid his dick in you, your inner walls taking him well, your wetness for him turning him even hornier.

quickly pulling half his cock out, bachira putting power to thurst deep inside you. he had this little goal in his mind to give you your best first time, to make you his, forever.

as a continuous series of rough thrusts went on, you tried your best to make it up to his efforts and return his favour, your lips locked on his throughout the process.

this was it. you were close, he was close. it was the time you both had been waiting so long for.

his dick now on your stomach, he let his cum out on your body with little droplets of his release on your face too while you let your tensions out on his silk bedsheet.

not taking too long afterwards, bachira was fast to clean you up. he rushed to the bathroom to get a small towel soaked in lukewarm water for you right after you were done.

he even got you dressed up in a new dress, that he had planned to gift to you for your birthday the next day.

his care, love and affection was all that you ever wanted. he also wanted you rest for a couple of hours, to cool yourself down with some snacks and coke, staying curled up to you in his bed.

how adorable. how precious he is.

© zoquette — the storyline belongs to me and I do not consent anyone to translate, repost or rephrase my writing on any other platform so I expect you to respect my boundaries.

© dollywons for the divider ּ ֶָ֢୨ৎ.