CAT GOT MY TONGUE. [A. MIYA]

“CAT GOT MY TONGUE.” [A. MIYA]

❥ afab reader, atsumu loves to eat pussy, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, pet names

❥ atsumu eats pussy to get you to shut up. also, the answer to the doors vs wheels question is obviously WHEELS.

Both you and your boyfriend had a very interesting relationship. Often, you would find yourself bickering with the setter; from the most frivolous topics to topics don’t even concern both of you — this includes tv shows, the colour of an orange to shit like gossip and people in your social lives. It was what made you both all the more endearing to each other; the intense, thrilling thought of who the hell is going to shut the hell up first?

Your first introduction to this man was as unceremonious as your relationship. You were a student studying law while he was the infamous setter who won the hearts of many; teachers, women, coaches. In this University, he was a star. Atsumu Miya was an individual that you knew wasn’t the best influence. As charming as he was with the people outside of the campus, he was an idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

In the end, he would be your idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

Except, not at this moment as the man argued with you — this trivial topic that his right wing, Shouyo brought up — about the question: “Are there more wheels or doors in the world?” Syllable after syllable, whine after whine, you didn’t know what irritated you more. The fact that Atsumu’s evidence was disgustingly general or that his response was—

“—doors! There ‘re more doors in the world, babe,” the blond man runs a hand through his messy locks as he follows you to your kitchen, “they’re literally everywhere as we speak, the answer is doors.”

Rolling your eyes, you pour yourself a cup of coffee as you think about what you’ll do to Shouyo once you see him. It’s his fault that Atsumu is so persistent! With a scoff, you shake your head. “Kitchen cabinets do not count as doors, ‘Tsumu!”

“And doorknobs do not count as wheels!” Atsumu counters.

“What classified as wheels is that if they can rotate a full 360,” you respond within a heartbeat, “this includes screws and gears and fans!”

You didn’t know what you wanted to do at this moment, ignore the man you unfortunately love for the rest of day or continue on with this fruitless debate. One thing was certain: Atsumu would not shut up until you’ve admitted defeat, thus you will not be going with the latter.

“Yeah?” Atsumu challenges, grabbing your hips before making you do a twirl, causing you to drop your coffee on the ground as you yelp at his sudden gesture. What was this idiot thinking?! “What about you, then? Do you count as a wheel?”

You furrow your brows — absolutely appalled by his logical but unsound premise! — as your mind progressively searched for a suitable explanation, your gaze traveling from his celestial features to the way his large hands seemed to press hardly against the bare skin of your hips. You only wore a large t-shirt, belonging to the man himself (which was a result of last night’s endeavors). With no underwear or bottom, you could feel air rush between your legs as he steps back to pick up the broken glass beneath your feet.

Atsumu, noticing your silence, purses his lips immediately as you seemed frozen on the spot. “Fuck, I broke your favourite mug. ‘M sorry, sweetheart.”

If this were any other person, hearing Atsumu Miya call you that nickname would astound them. After all, you both have created that reputable name as the “bickering couple.” Upon hearing his short apology, however, it was not the mug that you were thinking about, your eyes fall to the way his short hair bounced on his head as he cleaned up the mess beneath your feet, completely oblivious with the way you push yourself back on the kitchen counter to watch him clean the mess.

As if noticing the quietude that fall upon the atmosphere of your small kitchen, Atsumu looks up, his eyes flickering to the way you briefly pull down the shirt in attempt to be modest. He smirks, “what? Cat got yer tongue?” He finishes the clean up beneath your feet then strides toward you — long, muscled legs evident beneath the sun-bathed room.

You force yourself to look away, immediately remembering your previous battle with him… what was it, again? Doors or wheels? The boy merely chuckled at your adorable reaction, looking as if your overwhelmed stance entertained him deeply.

“Shut up you—” you attempt to speak, with a rumbling tone. However, Atsumu presses his body against yours and you could feel everything. The way his bulge pressed against your legs, his large fingers tickling your sides, and his lips against your own. What was he trying to do? Assert dominance by shutting you up? Not on your watch. “You’re just stupid, ‘Tsumu. The logical answer will always be wheels.” You click your tongue, making your way to the living room where the blond setter followed closely behind.

“Are you really using Ad Hominem to argue my claims?” He pouts, wrapping his thick arms around your shoulders from behind. “Yer just mad that you don’t have anything else to support your argument, babe. I win— it’s doors.” You groan, but that sound turned to a small gasp when the man buried his nose into your neck, kissing your skin slowly.

Immediately, you grab a fistful of hair as he continues his oral pursuits on your neck. “Hm? Are you trying to distract me, right now?” You try to counter, but your legs weakly rub together as he grabs your neck from behind you, gently caressing your skin as he kisses your chin.

“You’ve got me all wrong, love,” he huffs while jumping over the couch so he could hold you, “it’s the other way ‘round— you’re distractin’ me.”

He takes your waist, holding you tightly against him. Atsumu locks his mouth against yours, his fingers tangling in your hair. Immediately, he was poisoned by the flavor of your honey tongue. It was absurdly intoxicating, a drug he would never get used to. You sighed against Atsumu’s mouth as your hands moved to the curvature of his neck, pulling lightly on the base of his hair. One of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his with undeniable desire, concupiscence.

His lips begin to venture down your neck, to your clear shoulders, before he’s sliding up the oversized shirt that you wore— his shirt— and whistling when his golden eyes meet your bare cunt. “Awe, no panties? Were you waiting for me to fuck you raw, is that what? Were you tryin’ to rile me up with the stupid wheels or doors argument?” He almost cooed and you feel embarrassment rush up into your countenance as you shut your legs in response to his taunts.

“You were the one who started the thing,” you grunted, feeling vulnerable under his droopy gaze, “don’t you put words in my mouth…” Your strong tone turns into jelly as soon as Atsumu presses his lips inside your thighs — so close to your core, yet too far to get that satisfaction that you so yearned for.

His breath was warm and heavy against your skin, making your flesh tingle in a mixture of desire and anticipation. “Feels good, baby?” He asked teasingly, his deep voice reverberating inside your chest like distant drums. Outside of the bedroom, the usage of that nickname would have made you furious but, at that moment, it only made you melt further into his touches. “Want me to go on, hm?”

You groan, shamelessly bucking your hips into his face. “Ugh… shut the— hah— up…” A whimper dared to escaped your roseate lips as soon as he begins humming — the vibrations travelling all over your body as his mouth kissed the path up your leg, his lips slowly touching the sensitivity of your clit. Such simple contact was enough for you to moan out his name, hand flying to hold onto his hair tightly, “fuck! Atsumu!” You throw your head back, hitting the hard rest of the couch as the man begins to flatten and lick you — in a treacherously slow pace — on your pussy. You begin to jolt at his advances, which lead to him holding you down with his large hands.

"You seem so eager," Atsumu jests. He stops momentarily, resting his head on your thigh as his eyes meet your clouded own. "Tell me you want more, doll."

“Please" seemed to be the only thing you could muster, your voice bordering on a whisper. You didn't think it would be this easy for Atsumu to turn you on. His voice was velvet, he movements were with grace, and god, his eyes peering towards you from below might have been enough to—

“C-cum!" You arch your back. " I'm gunna— d-don’t stop, ‘Tsumu, I swear to God if you s-stop, fuck!—” Atsumu lifts his head, your essence plastering his lips as he flicks his tongue over your substances while cockily smiling. Sure, he had a hard bulge tightly hugging his all-too-thin shorts, but the only thing that you concerned yourself with at this moment was the fact that he had stopped before you came, making you raise your voice in a whine as you pathetically buck your hips in the air. “W-Why did you stop?! I was close!” You almost cry out, throwing your head back in defeat.

With a tilt of his head, he chuckles, “cat got my tongue.”

That cheeky bastard, you were going to kill him for sure!

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“LOVER, YOU ARE MINE” PART TWO! [JUJUTSU KAISEN DRABBLES]

featuring. choso kamo, naoya zen’in, toji fushiguro

contains. afab reader, tummy bulge, riding, oral (f. receiving), degradation, tongue fucking, slight exhibitionism, tip fucking,

author’s note. uhm… i’m back from the dead and this part got a lot of attention so i’ve decided to write more drabbles :)

When he touched his lips against yours he could feel the bathing sweetness of honey swimming on your tongue. Your kiss swept away all his worries in a wave of blissful peace, the very own sands of time pausing and immersing you two in your own private world. Slowly, you felt as tension left his muscles, his touches becoming light as feathers around your waist, tracing circular, affectionate patterns on the curvature of your skin.

His lungs did not feel enough, his heart beating faster than ever before; still, he did not care about any of that — all he thought about was you, and how you were the thing he wanted the most; at that time and forevermore. There were no punishments in his mind, no boundaries that could hold him back at that second. You were his and it was set in stone, just as he was yours— there was no going back from that.

As merciless and possessive as he was; you were his everything and nothing. A black hole that has sucked him in, in ways unimaginable— an event horizon, that he cannot get out of. He could ask for nothing more for as long as you were with him. What more did he want? What more did he need? There was only you: your being, your spirit, and your body. Nothing compared to the fact that you were the reason behind the rapid beating of his hollow heart and his willingness to fight the world for only you.

There is nothing as blissful as the fact that he is yours; the possessive lover and his precious treasure.

Choso Kamo is a very experimental individual. He knows much about the world whether it be the horror of curses, the mystery of sorcerers, or perhaps the warm feeling of love. Though he knew most about that, he had yet to learn; and with the angel that sat atop him— head thrown back, mouth falling open with passionate whines— he was aware of the many lessons you’d come to teach him. These lessons which you so-easily taught with the fluidity of your moving body. And through these lessons, it unlocked a carnal periphery in his being that allowed him to feel possessive over what you gave and what you earned.

“Do you feel it?” One hand pressed against your abdomen, making you squirm, and the man in response to that would chuckle. “Do you feel me, angel?”

Up and down, you would bounce. His pale fingers finding home against the curve of your waist while his lips, which had become dry due to his laconic pants and gasps, suckled and pressed against the entrance of your neck. You felt everything from the position that this half-of-a-man had you in. Choso left paintful bruises along the surface of your skin and his nails dug against the fat of your body, holding you down against him; moulding you together as if he might not ever get an opportunity like this once more. He was addicted, this man, so, so addicted to you; your voice, your countenance, your body and your being. Lessons upon lessons, experience upon experience: slowly but surely, Choso Kamo would give you the pleasure that you have always so effortlessly gave him. You, his gentle lover.

Naoya Zen’in was many things. Unpredictable was one of them. As he had you hoisted over the kitchen counter, he kept his face buried between your thighs despite every single futile attempt to get him off of you. You were crying. Not because you hated him, but because you were afraid that anybody, absolutely any one of his servants, may walk in on this scandalous situation. Your dress completely went over the light-haired man’s head and your legs squeezed at him, with your hands desperately clashing on the marble surface of the counter— attempting to latch on to something, anything. Naoya’s oral pursuits on your pussy was becoming far too much for you to bear.

“W-We might get caught, h-husband…!” You whisper harshly, thighs shaking just as he had begun to suckle and roughly lick your cunt. You can feel the way he grabbed at your ass from underneath your dress, vaguely lifting you as you arch your back. The only thing keeping you still would be your elbows that carried the weight of your body on this counter. “Any one of your brothers o-or cousins— hah. N-Naoya, please!”

The way his chuckles reverberated back into the sweetness of your cunt made you throw your head back in nervousness yet ecstasy. "Shut up and take this," he growled, "my slutty wife confessed earlier, didn't she? You looove when I eat you out, don't you?"

He was arrogant and mean, but you were the only woman in this household that possessed the flower of a goddess, which constantly sucked him in as his tongue flicked and his lips sucked. Naoya Zen'in will worship you until his tongue goes dry.

"Be a good wife and spread your legs," his hands hold your thighs open, "and make some noise... I want everyone in this cursed household to know you're mine."

Toji Fushiguro has always been engrossed by the way your pussy wrapped around his cock. The way the wetness of your walls sucked him in; he could feel you pulsing against his swole tip. He adored the way your eyes rolled back just as he rolled his hips into you— he wasn't even fully in! That didn't matter, though. It still felt good nonetheless.

"Fuck, princess, you're sucking me in," he had growled.

A desperate whine spills out of you, fingernails pressing into the muscles on his chest, leaving half-moons in their wake but he enjoys the sting too much to complain. Because of how big he was and because of how gentle he was being with your body, you weren't able to get a glimpse of the hunger and affection behind his lust-filled hues. You were his, he had acknowledged, and only he will be able to see you like this:

Trapped beneath his larger bodice, crying for more! more! more! and feeling the tremble of your body with every short thrust against your tight and pulsing cunt. He can feel the cool sweat dampening his body, making his skin stick to the sheets beneath him, he could see it slowly coating your neck as you throw your head back, revealing your throat to him.

"P—please," you beg him in a whisper, "oh, fuck me harder, Toji!"

He could feel his dick stir at your words, anticipating the embrace and pull of your pussy. Your wetness pooled the sheets, ready to burst, but with the pace he was at the moment, both of you were aware of that this was not enough to fully stimulate you. He knew that about you after all. You were his.

"Yeah? You want my cock, princess?" Toji rasps out, dropping his elbows next to you so that you were both face to face. He could feel the way your lips brushed against his own with a whispered affirmation.

A small moan leaves you as you look down at him, his long sweaty hair raked off his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrowed together as the sensations flooded his mind. He looked like your favorite wet dream, eyes staring up at you in that dazed way that showed he was lost in the pleasure, tongue swiping at his lower lip as he finally pressed himself into you.

There was no turning back now. Toji feels like he’s floating, the low thrumming in his ears getting louder as the seconds tick by, the wet squelch of your pussy creaming his cock mixing in with the epiphany of your moans.

He was in heaven and that was you.

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i NEED him

jennifer’s body 🩸💖

SNEAK PEEK FOR ONE OF THE FUTURE CHAPTERS HEHEHE:

< You knew that your mother was not a heartless queen. She was kind, considerate, humble. However, it felt sacrilegious to even consider that this positive quality could not outweigh the encumbrance that, perhaps, she was a heartless mother. >

this whole series will probably be projecting my own personal relationship with my mother LOL /hj

through my fault ⸝⸝ s. gojo

you commited no crime, but shall pay the sins of your parents.

synopsis. desperate to find you a suitor to expand the kingdom, your mother finds ways to ensure that you rule in her image; even if that means breaking your relationship with your future husband.

genre. fem!reader, arranged marriage, royalty au, slow burn, +18

filed under. villainous protagonists and heroic antagonists, explicit descriptions of murder, death, blood, mentions of pregnancy, politics, heavy use of religious imagery, mild mentions of misogyny, emotional trauma and abuse, undertones of manipulation, explicit smut

through my fault ⸝⸝ chapter index

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