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AS A NEIGHBOUR (who is as lonely as i) | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: kuroo swings by after another the disastrous date

-> cw: SFW, neighbours!au, kuroo and reader are both middle aged, dilf!kuroo

-> wc: 1.6k

-> a/n: none

-> series masterlist

You sniffle loudly as you blow your nose again, dabbing at the tears still flowing freely down your face. Tonight was a disaster. There has to be something wrong with you. Why else would all the dates you’ve been on end so badly? At first you put it down to bad luck, that the men you’ve been seeing, although around your own age, are just as childish as any younger man, lacking any real intentions to settle down with a partner. At this stage in your life, you haven’t got the time or the energy for games. But just because you don’t take shit, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you fail, over and over and over. 

Maybe your standards are just too high. Maybe you really are ‘past your prime’, as much as you detest the idea. Maybe men are just less inclined to treat you properly because there are much prettier women out there. There has to be some truth to it, otherwise you would’ve found at least one man to seriously date after all this time. There must be a reason for all of this. Truth be told, you’re tired of trying, exhausted even. After all, there’s only so much loneliness one person can stand, and you think you’re starting to hit your limit.

Just as you rise from your couch to go and wash off your ruined makeup, there’s a knock at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is precisely 11pm. With a sigh, you trudge towards the front door to answer it, looking like a picture of misery. Who could be visiting you at this hour?

“Oh, it’s you,” you blurt out in surprise. “It’s a bit late for you isn’t it?”

“Please, I’m not that old yet,” Kuroo chuckles goodnaturedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I just wanted to check up on you and see how your date went.” He pauses, quickly scanning your features. “Though I can probably guess the answer.”

“Shitty,” you huff, stepping aside to let him in. “Really fucking shitty.”

“Yikes.”

“I should be used to it by now, considering,” you gesture vaguely with your hand and he offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“Tell you what, how about you go and take your makeup off and get comfy, while I make us some tea and you can tell me all about how shitty it was, yeah?”

You heave a sigh and nod sullenly. “Okay.”

Besides getting involved with awful men, you’re also neighbours with the most wonderful one you’ve ever met. Kuroo Tetsuro. When you moved into the apartment next to his, he had popped over to welcome you with a broad, charming smile and a helping hand. As he helped you move your belongings into your apartment and unpack a few of the heavier things, you learned that he had a daughter who had recently moved out and that he was also divorced.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a tiny crush on this man. But that’s all it is - a tiny, harmless crush on a man who is probably still in love with his ex-wife, if the way he speaks so fondly about her is anything to go by. So you’ve resolved to be friends with him, this handsome, funny, exactly-your-type man, who you don’t stand a chance with - hence the string of bad dates.

A few moments later, your face is clean of makeup and you’re warm in a set of soft pyjamas as you pad out into the living room on socked feet. Kuroo is waiting on the sofa with one foot tucked under his thighs and two mugs of steaming tea on the coffee table before him. The sight of him so comfortable in your home makes your shoulders sag. If only you could come home to this everyday.

Quietly, you sit beside him, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies as you lean forward and pluck your mug from the table, taking a short, soothing sip. Your body relaxes back into the cushions and you hum in appreciation.

“Thank you, Kuroo.”

“It’s what any good friend would do,” he says smoothly, taking his own mug. “So, tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell. He started making rude comments about how I look and ‘the things I can improve on’ and then he launched into this fucking lecture about dieting and procedures and I just-” Tears fill your eyes again as your date’s words play through your mind. “I left as soon as he went to get the bill.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, patting your thigh consolingly. “He’s a fucking dickhead. Show me a picture, I bet he looked like a thumb.”

You giggle wetly at that and nod, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on you. “He did!” you agree, pulling out your phone and showing him the man in question. Kuroo’s features scrunch in disgust as his eyes flit between you and your phone and back again.

“As my daughter would say - Girl, why?” he asks and you laugh and sniffle all at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur after your laughter does down. Kuroo’s voice is soft as he angles his body towards yours. “Why do you date these clowns?”

“Honestly? I’m just tired of being alone.” His thumb rubs soothingly at your thigh as you wipe at your wet cheeks. “What if it’s not them, Kuroo? What if I’m the problem? What if I just- I don’t deserve to find love?”

Before you can fall apart, he swiftly takes your mug, sets it down alongside his own and then pulls you into his arms to hold you together. He smooths his hand rhythmically up and down the length of your spine as he gently shushes you, letting you soak the shoulder of his t-shirt with your tears. The way he cradles you, so tenderly and gently, makes you cry harder because this is all you want, this is all you’ve ever asked for - and you’re convinced it can never be yours. 

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, okay?” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re perfect and you deserve the kind of person who can see that. Someone who’ll cherish you and take care of you and love you the way you need.”

“No one will see that,” you mumble. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he insists. Gently, he pushes you back by the shoulders, tipping your chin up to meet his earnest gaze, “I mean it. I see it.”

You scoff and shake your head. “How can you see something that isn’t there? Look at me, I’m the furthest thing from perfect there’s ever been!”

“I am looking,” he says firmly. “And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His hand curving around your cheek shuts you up and you forget how to breathe for a second. It strikes you all over again how handsome he is - tousled salt and pepper hair, molten copper eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles that heartstopping smile. He must have been a sight to behold in his youth if this is how he looks in his forties.

“But-”

“I think at this point, I might as well throw my own hat into the ring,” he says. “If you’ll take it, that is.”

“What the heck do you mean by that?” you sniffle, eyes glassy as you fight every cell in your body to not lean into his touch.

“I mean that I would like the chance to prove you wrong.” He brushes away a stray tear as he speaks. “I’d like to be the next, and hopefully the last one, to take you out on a date.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him in bewilderment. “Hold on.” The hand on your face is very distracting, so you reach up and gently peel it off your cheek, settling it in your lap - you can’t find a good enough reason to let go. “You wanna take me out?”

“Is there anyone else here?” he chuckles, squeezing your hand. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he grins crookedly. “I’m an absolute sucker for pretty neighbours.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Maybe you can believe that I’m tired of being alone too. I’m tired of coming home to an empty apartment when the person I want is literally a door away. I’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t piss me off to see you go out with all these other men who just waste your time.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the wrong neighbour?” Your voice wobbles as your waterline refills itself with emotion. 

“I’m quite sure that the elderly couple living on the other side aren’t looking for a third person.” Kuroo cocks his head to the side and smiles softly when you giggle. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, so you don’t have to answer me right away. But if you would like to go out with me, just say the word when you’re ready and I’ll be there.”

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me, though,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I know you’re not like that. You’re a good man.”

“Debatable,” he grins, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a feathery kiss over your knuckles. Your chest flutters, like an apprehensive little hummingbird, unsure about taking flight. 

“Come back tomorrow at 6,” you decide, giving in to the hope that’s started to glow through the cracks of your heart. “I’ll be ready with my answer then.”

-> tags: @tetzoro @pastelle-rabbit @shidouryusm @petriquors @utahimeow @kuroosexuall @sookisaurus @dienamights

dividers by @/cafekitsune

“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: incubus!sukuna, witch!reader (sukuna's only), monster fucking, double dick, fingering both holes, sukuna cums on you, sukuna's hand mouth and stomach mouth, dacryphilia, mocking, light pain kink (Sukuna’s only), double penetration (anal and cunt), sweet soft choso, reassuring and checking in if your ok, riding, choso has a dick piercing, size kink, daddy/beautiful/little witch, praise

𝐟𝐞𝐲: so after almost starting a bedroom fire with my laptop’s charger I have no laptop for the next however long. So after a lot of tears and some frustration then self care to calm my ass down here we are! Because AIN’T NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE AIN’T NOTHING GONNA SLOW ME DOWN OH NO I GOT TO KEEP ON MOVING!!! Also I took Kento out because I’m just not that into him anymore 🤷🏽‍♀️ so it would come across passionless

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You’re lucky you're hot." The look of hunger in his eyes made it clear you'd invited a ravenous predator into your home. You want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.

It's overwhelming the way Sukuna is fondling, biting, and stretching two of your tight, wet holes with his thick fingers. You're a toy in his large rough hands, laying beneath his massive muscular 8-foot tall stature.

He could easily rip you apart. The power imbalance turns you on as much as the sweet painful pleasure of his hands' mouth biting the soft squishy fat of your breasts. His warm tongues flicks your sensitive nipples. Pleasure and pain are becoming one and the same.

Thick tears trickle down the sides of your face. Sukuna’s smirk spreads, showing his sharp fangs. "You're being such a crybaby after having the audacity to summon me?" You can feel Sukuna's lust growing with your tears. His lust is heavy, intoxicating consuming, and hot, blurring the lines where your emotions lie.

Fucking three thick fingers into your squelching, quivering cunt. He remarks with a groan, "My little witch is an empath?” He has the excitement of someone opening a gift.

“Focus on my lust more, let it mix with your’s and drive you mad. I’ll fuck you till your body can’t keep up and you pass out." Closing his eyes, his jaw-dropping with a loud groan. Your sensitive cunt clenches from seeing his muscular body tremble over you through his large muscular body.

Looking down at you with more hunger than before. "You just keep tasting better." He's stroking your sensitive, puffy clit with his stomach’s tongue. "I can feel how close are as if I'm about to cum." It's getting harder to separate your lust from his. And you don't care to anymore.

The second you allow yourself to plunge into the deep end you're creaming. Squirting for the first time onto his thick fingers. "Feels-feels so gooood! Wanna keep cumming, gonna cum, wanna cum, gonnnnnn!” He groans fucking your spasming, squirting cunt through your peak.

Gliding his fingers out of your ass. Pushing down his pants, stroking one of his thick, tattooed veiny cocks. Urging thick white cum to shoot out onto your belly. "Lucky for you it takes a several times before my cocks go off. Heh I can’t believe you got me off just by cumming. You’re little cock sleeve body was meant for mine." Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping in disbelief. How are both supposed to fit?

Jerking your hips away in overstimulation as his tongue rubs your clit faster. He grabs your thighs firmly holding you in a mating press. "Did you think there would only be one?” He drags his fingers through his thick cum on your stomach.

No wonder he wanted to stretch you out with three fingers to loosen up both your holes. Yet it doesn't stop you from claiming, "You're too big, it's-" He stuffs his cum coated fingers into your mouth.

"Ok and?" He lines both cocks up with your holes, whilst tightening his grasp on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere. “Your slutty little holes are going to take me anyway, and I’m going to fuck them till you’re gapping.” Roughly rocking his hips forward, thrusting both cocks in. Both tips start with a soft round point making it easy for him to glide in.

He slips his fingers out of your mouth to hear your cries from the gradual stretch of his cocks. Getting thicker with each inch till it reaches the knot-like base. Your holes offer resistance too unable to take it just yet.

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Pushing his boxers down, you bite your lip tensing up beneath him. His pale thick veiny thick pierced cock is beautiful but intimidating. And ever since the first picture you’ve wonder how the warm metal is going to feel inside you.

Choso looks you over, concern etching into his handsome face. A wrinkle forming between his thin brows. His voice is gentle and comforting. “Is this ok? Do we need to stop and cuddle?” But your nervous bubble up all the same.

Glancing to the side, biting your bottom lip. He gently cups your cheek, swiping his thumb, trying to soothe your jumble nerves. You look into his loving purple eyes, the warmth and admiration within them captivating.

Breathing in filling your lungs then breathing out, "Youlookedtoobiginthosepictures." You had amassed a collection of pictures and videos showcasing his beautiful veiny cocky. From cum shot, to jerking off, to pre-cum dripping from his cock you had it all. You’ve gotten off to Choso more times than you care to count.

Refusing to let your nerves stop you now when you so close to having your first time with Choso. "I want you to fuck me, I'm just worried it won't all fit. Or that it will hurt. You’re so big Cho.” His cheeks flush pink, his dark eyes widen, biting into his bottom lip.

Choso leans down, kissing forehead. “How about you ride me beautiful? I’ll only move if you ask.” The answer is easy to give.

“Please daddy.” For the first time nickname slips out effortlessly. His compassionate, caring and understanding nature. Choso gently kisses you groaning loudly. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.

Whining aching to have your sensitive cunt filled up. Whilst your nerves trickle into excitement over just how big your boyfriend is. His broad chest and shoulders, well defined abs. His thick, sculpted arms, and muscular thighs. A thick, long heavy being cocks like his is suiting for his stature.

Parting your lips for him to glide his tongue past. Slipping your fingers into his soft, dark hair. He grabs your hips, squeezing your squishy hip’s crease.

Pressing his warm, thick cock to your soft, soaking wet cunt. Rutting his hips, rubbing his warm cock head on your sensitive clit. Breaking away, looking down at you wondering,

Choso is incredibly sexy with his hair down and messy. “Are you sure you want this beautiful?” Reaching between grabbing his cock lining him up. His eyes widen the second his fat head touches your quivering hole.

“Nnn I do! Want you so badly daddy!” Choso glides just the tip in his abs clenching as he restraints himself from thrusting deeper into you. Shifting your hips from the pleasurable stretch of his cock head gliding inside. You can feel the soft ridges line of his cock head slipping inside you.

“Darling, you’re so wet and soft.” Picking you up by your hips, without moving you on his cock Choso carefully switches positions. Placing you on top his lap, straddling his thighs, loosening his grasp on your hips.

Rocking your hips, focusing on the feeling is his warm cock head stretching your cunt. “That it’s beautiful, take your time taking Daddy’s big cock. You going so good. You feel so good!” He clenches your hips, digging his heels into the bed.

Getting used to being so split open, just his cock head alone feels too good. Rocking your back back, splaying your fingers on hus “Daddy! I wanna be stuffed full of your beautiful, thick cock.” Taking a little more, groaning as his warm barbell glides into you. Choso trembles, jerking his hips up.

Rubbing your clit, making your sensitive cunt clench. “Sorry beautiful. How are you feelinggnnnn!” You bounce your hips, gliding him in and down. The beautiful look of pleasure on Choso’s handsome face getting you off.

Moaning, “I’m so full of your cock daddy! It feels too good. Please move, slowly.” Planting his feet, gently guiding you with his hips. Gliding half his cock into you, letting your cunt get used to being so full before giving you another inch. Watching your expression for any hint of pain.

strawberry brat all works

“it’s too tight” toji, suguru, satoru & choso

HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART, yuuji itadori cw — loving boyfriend!yuuji, perv!yuuji, jock!yuuji, reader and yuuji are in university and reader is an art major, he's literally a wolf in sheep's clothing omg, muscular yuuji.., unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), groping, consensual recording, locker room sex, car sex, hickeys, he literally is feral, and ur both equally gross

( EROS WRITES — this is for @murderofravens who made a very good point of yuuji being mischaracterized in writing .. this post specifically inspiring this entire drabble. requests ARE open btw so feel free to request ! )

yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend.

he's sweet. he's loyal. he's charming. your parents love him and await the day the two of you get married in the far future. he never misses a date, nor does he ever miss an opportunity to spend time with you, despite how busy he usually is with practice. sure, he's sweaty and out of breath when he sees you, looking like he's ran a mile just to reach you, but it's okay because you know he's just glad he gets to see you. he even goes out of his way to buy you chocolates and flowers whenever he can!

your friends agree that you're the luckiest out of the entire friend group; blessed with a loving boyfriend who would do anything for you. he goes to all of your art houses, he even buys you a coffee and stays up with you all night in the university's studio, despite having a game or practice the next day.

what your friends don't know about is the numerous hickies that litter your body, because yuuji itadori can't go without putting his hands on his baby longer than five minutes!

the pda in public is kept to a minimum, besides the boy's obvious pervy comments that your friends brush off as jokes or the occasional kiss and hand-holding, but in private? ohh that boy can't get enough of you.

smacking your ass, biting into your skin at any given moment, yuuji can't help it. he loooves the sight of you. he's a total pervert. you've practically given up on buying more underwear because he'll either, a), rip the pair off as soon as he gets you underneath him, or b), steal them and stuff them in his pockets to get off later with them. he stuffs one pair in the pocket of his tights during football practice and claims it's good luck. (you're like, totally embarrassed, but you let him get away with it because you love him.)

they don't know about how he practically pins you to one of the empty benches in the locker room, practically pounding into you to the point where you're sure that you can be heard outside of the room, skin on skin contact louder than the heavy moans and groans the two of you release.

they don't know about the way he'll send you nudes and videos of him fucking up into his fist, even when you're with them, tip of his cock an angry red as the tip leaks. they especially don't know about him recording you as he fucks you, camera capturing the fucked-out expression on your features and the ripple of your ass as he takes you from behind.

they don't know about how the two of you will fuck in his car after a game until the windows get foggy, whether he loses or not. you don't care if he wins or loses because you get fucked real good either way. he'll let you ride him in the front seat when he wins, wearing his jersey because he loves the sight of it on you, or he'll fuck you like a walking stress reliever when he loses.

and they definitely don't know or need to know about the way poor yuuji complains and whines about how condoms just don't feel comfortable on him; how no brand really fits him. and you believe him, with the way his muscles ripple when he stretches his arms. after years of playing sports and working out, your boyfriend is ripped. so you let him fuck you raw and he'll either pull out and finish on your ass or your tits. if he's feeling particularly lazy though, he'll just do it inside. he says it's too much work to actually pull out after a long day, and you don't mind it all too much.

to your friends, yuuji's the kindest boyfriend ever. they don't know about the dirty words he whispers in your ears, calling you his 'good little whore,' or the way he fucks you until he can see tears spilling from your eyes.

he's a sadist, for sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way, not when he kisses your tears away after you're both fucked out, not when he pulls you close into his side and cuddles you.

because yuuji itadori is a good boyfriend. he is sweet. he just has a couple of special interests in private too.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the outline of prompts I will be doing for kinktober 2023, and I’m making it an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to start working on these and i can’t wait to have fun with them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

If anyone wants to be tagged, just send me an ask!

one — whose sheets

checkmate! — kuroo ? sakusa ? osamu ? iwaizumi ?

your ex, your roommate, or that frat boy you've been hooking up with—who's it gonna be? and who the fuck is this other guy and why does he have your number and why is he kinda hot?

masterlist — next

word count. 1.6k content. rough unprotected sex, use of pet names

In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have answered the phone when he called. And you probably shouldn’t have agreed when he said he wanted to “talk” at 9 PM on a Saturday night. And you probably shouldn’t have gone to his apartment, wearing his favorite set underneath the red dress you just “happened to be wearing” before bed. And you probably shouldn’t have kissed him back… and let him lead you to his bedroom… and believed him when he said “just the tip.”

Oh well. Hindsight is 20/20. How were you supposed to know you’d end up on all fours on his bedroom floor, right in front of his full-length mirror, watching yourself get railed into next week?

“So fucking needy,” he groans as you push your hips back to meet his brutal thrusts. He cups your ass in his hands and squeezes before smacking it as he continues to abuse your pussy. “Missed me that much?”

A particularly deep thrust makes you collapse onto your forearms, a scream ripping from your throat. You just know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. “T-Tetsu,” you manage to mutter, “so rough.”

“Yeah?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “How ‘bout this?” He pushes himself all the way inside of you, balls deep and you can feel it. “That still rough?”

You press your face into the crook of your arm to try and stifle the moan you let out. “Fuck!” you exclaim, tears beginning to slip from your eyes. “I-I can’t.”

He just chuckles. “You can,” he says, hand coming to grip your hair. He yanks you up until your ear is right beside his mouth, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “And you will.”

Kuroo starts to suck at your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks that you’ll have to cover up for days. But you can’t seem to bring yourself to care with just how good you’re feeling.

You open your eyes and find your reflection staring back at you. Your entire body is held up by the tight grip Kuroo has on your hair, tits bouncing as his cock drills into your sore cunt. You can see the slick basically dripping from between your legs and onto the varnished wood floors. Your makeup—because of course you wore makeup—is all messed up, lipstick smeared and mascara running.

“Like what you see?” he teases when he catches you watching yourself in the mirror. “Like when I fuck you up?” His tip kisses your cervix and you throw your head back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. “Like when I use you like this, huh? Just a little fucktoy I use to make me feel good?”

“Tetsu!” you scream when he lets go of your hair and your entire body falls forward. The impact makes your arms sting and you let out a sob, face pressed against the floor.

A harsh spank lands on your ass. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he warns, smacking your thigh. “You like it when I fuck you like this. You like it when I treat you like the slut you are.”

You whine at the filthy words spilling from him. “Tetsu.”

Then, everything stops. His cock is buried deep inside you, but he isn’t moving. Your walls throb around his length, desperate for some kind of relief. You try to move your hips to get some of the friction back but he grabs your waist, palms digging into your skin.

“Say it.”

You cry into the palm of your hand, aching for him to keep fucking you the way you want him to. “I like it,” you say. “I like it when you use me like a fucktoy.”

Your eyes flit over to the mirror and you catch the self-satisfied grin on his lips.

“See?” he says. “That wasn’t so hard.”

And he’s back into gear, making your pussy weep as his cock drives in and out of you, more like a wild beast than a man.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tighten at the return of his merciless thrusts and you ball your hands into fists, looking for something to grip, something to keep you grounded.

“You close?” Kuroo asks. He groans as you squeeze his length. “You think you can come for me?”

You nod, moaning as he seems to pound you harder and faster than before. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you chant, the pleasure reaching an excruciating height. “Tetsu!”

He reaches and rubs your clit. “You gonna come?”

“Yes!”

“Then fucking come, sweetheart.”

Your whole body trembles as you reach your high. It hits you like a train, coming at you almost violently. You melt into the floor, moaning like a pornstar as Kuroo drills you through your orgasm.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and he pulls your limp body up, arm coming around your chest, hand gripping one of your tits. Your eyes are barely open, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, completely fucked out as Kuroo uses you to chase his release.

He thrusts into you one last time and stills, groaning as he spills into your aching cunt. He holds you up for a moment as he comes down from his high before pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“Still such a good fuck.” He chuckles, pulling out of you and slowly letting you go. “Look.”

You fall back on all fours and stare at the mirror, just as he told you to. You see a mix of both of your cum slide out from between your legs and form a pool on the ground, a completely debauched image. You let out a moan at both the sight and the feeling of the liquid spilling out of you.

Kuroo sits on his haunches and pats your butt. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You squint your eyes at him through the mirror and frown. “Are you gonna fuck me again in the shower.”

He just shrugs. “Probably.”

You walk—more like wobble—your way into your apartment, quietly placing your keys in the bowl by the door. You bend over (and regret it the moment you feel the sting in your thighs) and take your shoes off slowly, like that will somehow keep you from making any sounds.

“Rough night?”

You stand up straight with a sheepish smile on your face. “Hi, Kiki.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes at the nickname. He’s leaning against his bedroom’s door frame, dressed in an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants, clearly planned to be asleep hours ago but isn’t. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving,” he tells you. “And it’s not that I care about what you do, but you know your mom would have my head if anything happened to you.”

“Sorry,” you say shyly. “I was safe though. In one sense of the word.”

He raises a brow. “Got railed?”

“Twice,” you say, holding two fingers up and wriggling them. 

The boy scoffs in disbelief but you can tell he’s amused. “The frat guy again?”

You laugh nervously.

He narrows his eyes.

You avoid his gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He groans. “I thought you said you were over him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a weak bitch,” you say, putting your shoes away and sliding your slippers on. “And he’s got a big dick.”

You walk—wobble—to the kitchen and your roommate follows after you, clearly more invested in your love life than he would like to be. Just another perk of living with you.

You sit down at the table and beam at him. “Do we still have that cookie dough I made?”

“You mean the cookie dough you gave up on making halfway and I had to finish?” he asks, already making his way to the fridge because he just knows you’re going to ask him to get it. “Yeah, we still have some.”

Sakusa pulls the tub out of the fridge and grabs two spoons from the drawer. He sits across from you and opens the container, handing you a spoon.

“Best roomie ever, Kiki, I’m telling you,” you say, scooping some of the cookie dough and popping your spoon into your mouth.

“I’m not gonna be your ‘roomie’ for much longer if you keep calling me that.”

“You like it.”

He gives you the finger as he takes a bite of the cookie dough. “I’m telling your mom.”

“Well, I’m telling your mom that you stole my fucking tea.”

“Tea that you bought with my money.”

You gasp dramatically. “Whatever happened to ‘what’s yours is mine?’”

“I think that only applies if you’re married.”

“Oh, that’s an easy fix.” You bat your eyelashes at him. “Will you marry me, Kiki?”

He waves a hand. “Pass.”

You kick him under the table, wincing when the sudden movement reminds your body of what you’ve just put it through. “Fuck.” You plant your face on the table. “I was supposed to go to a party tomorrow.”

Sakusa snickers. “Should’ve thought of that before you fucked your ex.”

You glare at him, kicking him again despite the pain. “Don’t call him that.”

“Is he not your ex?”

You make a face. “He’s a… guy that I used to date.”

“That you somehow continue to fuck,” he adds.

“It’s not like that!”

He throws his hands up. “I’m not judging,” he says. “But I totally am.”

“Fuck you.”

“Pass.”

You kick him again. “One day, you’re gonna wake up completely bald.”

He smiles, sticking his spoon back in his mouth. “Not if you wake up bald first.”

notes. let the mess commence!!!!!

nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

Putting you in your place

ft. Nanami ཐིཋྀ

ཐིཋྀ In which you, Gojo’s annoying little sister, get put in your place by none other than Nanami Kento.

ཐིཋྀ Warnings : mean! Nanami, Brat Taming, Hair Pulling, Tie as gag, Face Fucking, Gagging, Heavy Degradation, use of Slut and Bitch (and Whore), No protection- he comes Inside you, Nanami absolutely destroying you.

ཐིཋྀ MDNI smut under the cut

Being Gojo’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. Constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest shit. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much.

Especially when you decide to be rude on top of it. Wanting to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fucking annoying bitch.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he was yanking you up by your hair. Bending over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude,”

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your whiny voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against his chest, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the pure rage on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so stupid on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck. You fucking brat. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you and your eyes rolled back as the man fucked you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, “Look at me as i break your pussy for my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes til you met his brown eyes.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked every last brain cell from your head. Until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” Your head nodded in agreement. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short groans, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Come. Make a fucking mess for me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Fuck you’re such a dirty whore.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill anyway.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He sighed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. Instead taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a slut huh.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were Satoru’s sister.

PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏

“pt.1” here

Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3

perv!geto is my obsession atm

contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3

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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.

So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.

“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.

“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.

“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.

“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”

The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.

Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.

Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.

You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.

Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.

What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.

Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.

Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.

You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.

Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.

Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.

——

“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.

Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.

“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.

Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.

Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.

Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.

“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.

“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.

“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.

“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.

Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.

Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, “Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,

“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.

He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.

“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.

——

When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.

His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.

You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.

The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.

Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.

"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.

You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.

"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.

The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."

----

"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.

"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.

"A-again-" you whined,

"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.

"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.

He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.

"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.

Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.

"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.

Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.

Geto was getting off on this so hard.

Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.

"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.

He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.

"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.

You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.

Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.

"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.

His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.

"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.

"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,

"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.

You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.

"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.

Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.

Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.

Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.

You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.

You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.

Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.

Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

----

"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER — GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day two — overstimulation ; find masterlist here

synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perks—like fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okay—he can always just show you instead

length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)

notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos

most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, though—you have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.

no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friends’ father—and it’s going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when he’s found himself a single father of two, but that doesn’t mean he’s not too old for you. and it especially doesn’t mean that it’s not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.

you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of college—the rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.

who wouldn’t be? you’re smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girls—after all, every father’s worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogs—suguru should know. they’re sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru can’t bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behavior—but that’s all quelled when he meets you.

but he never thought, not even for one second, that he’d become one of those men.

those older men who fuck girls half their age—the girls that are barely in their twenties and still don’t even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who don’t realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what it’s like to be free.

suguru has always found those men deplorable. they’re the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of society—women must be protected from them at all costs.

but now? well….now he’s one of them—and he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.

not when you’re sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though he’s not let himself go by any means, is past his prime—he still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but he’s not immune to the effects of aging.

his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. he’s still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but they’re still not as hard—layered over a slight belly that he can’t seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.

he’s aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimiko’s friends—he’s always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.

that’s your dad? god, he’s so hot.

what? he’s single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?

i can’t believe he’s never been married—women in his generation don’t deserve him. i’ll take him off their hands.

wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?

oh my god, he’s so fine. are you sure he’s in his forties?

nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at the…less than proper comments they’ve had to witness about their father. in fact, they’ve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. it’s bothersome—a little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things they’d let their dad, of all people, do to them.

but you? you don’t make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.

but if only they knew…

if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when you’re spending the night, you don’t actually sleep—instead, you sneak off to their father’s room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thigh—but he takes his time with you, and doesn’t do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet. 

instead, he focuses on remembering your body—it’s been a while, after all. he hasn’t felt your hips, hasn’t tasted your skin, hasn’t heard your voice. 

“missed you,” suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. “haven’t seen you in a bit, angel.”

“i’ve had midterms,” you murmur.

suguru knows—nanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. he’s more than a little disappointed that you haven’t come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions you’ve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs it’s about time.

suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.

a boy—a boy? you’ve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? what’s got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine you’ve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?

he thinks maybe not, now that you’re back in his bed—but he still has too many unanswered questions. 

“so i’ve heard,” he says lowly, “i’ve also heard there’s a certain boy on your radar.” he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. “a much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.”

you roll your eyes, snorting.

“is that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,” you huff fondly, “i told them already. he’s just my partner for a presentation. we’re practicing.”

“oh?” suguru raises a brow—and then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

“yes,” you giggle, “no need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.”

“that’s exactly why i’m jealous,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.

your lips taste like honey—probably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.

“oh, you poor thing,” you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? “have you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?”

“well, kids your age fool around quite a bit,” he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, “what was i supposed to think?”

you’ve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like he’s wiser, like he’s aware of something you’re not. 

girls, make sure you share your location with me—i need to find you in case anything happens. it’s for your own safety, end of discussion.

make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when you’re not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. i’ve seen this happen plenty.

don’t walk alone in the streets at night. call me. i’ll pick you up—no, nanako, it’s not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.

don’t get into any boy’s cars, girls. you never know what’ll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your life—hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. one day, you’ll understand i’m right.

“i’m not a kid,” you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. “did’ya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, y’know.”

“no, you’re not a kid,” suguru agrees, “you’re a brat.” and then he’s back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access. 

sometimes, it’s fun to get under suguru’s skin—it’s fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, “who knows? maybe he’d fuck better—more stamina, y’know?”

it’s supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his brows—but suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard. 

“oh yeah?” he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, “you think so? what, you think an old man like me can’t fuck you long enough?”

you don’t get a chance to reply—not before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch. 

“suguru—”

“look at that,” he chuckles, “wearing my favorite one, huh? can’t fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isn’t that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,” he murmurs—he speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if he’s read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval. 

part of you knows you should quit while you can—the other part? well…it wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it. 

“well,” you huff, “what’re you waiting for, then? don’t tell me the age has slowed you down—”

“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he says in a low snarl, “fine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.”

it all happens before you can even register—one moment, you’re grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.

“you know the thing about guys your age,” he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, “is that they really don’t know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just don’t have enough experience to really figure it out.”

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. it’s slow—deliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant. 

“suguru, m-more—”

“don’t worry,” he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, “you’ll get plenty, baby. we’ll see if you’ve got the stamina. y’know, since you’re so young.”

his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where you’re most sensitive—suguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didn’t even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasn’t changed—his fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit. 

it’s always been a blessing that nanako and mimiko’s room is across the house—had they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until it’s about to burst. 

“s-suguru, ‘m close, so, so close—”

“already?” he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, “thought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthful—figured you’d last a bit longer.”

he’s mean about it—rubs it in your face some more that you’re so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but he’s already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.

“no,” your voice breaks, “n-no, so close, please. i want—”

“that’s what he would’ve done,” suguru hums, “pulled out before you even finished. that’s what guys your age always do—they don’t know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?”

“no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. you’re a pretty little thing, he thinks—pouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. “no, you always make me cum—please, i wanna cum, sugu.”

“yeah?” he pouts with faux sympathy, “didn’t feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesn’t it?”

“uh huh,” you nod—you’re still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguru—he’s too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare. 

“think that boy—” he spits the last word like it’s poison on his tongue, “—can take care of you?”

“no,” you whimper, “no, he can’t. not like you, never like you.”

“that’s a good girl,” he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. “you know something else about men your age? they don’t care to please a woman—don’t bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be here—” he pauses to motion between your legs, where he’s currently situated, “—willingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?”

“i-i don’t…i never asked someone to—”

“did you ever ask me?” he interrupts, raising a brow at you, “you ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what i’m doing—know how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isn’t that right?” 

“yes, yes—you always give me what i want—”

“what you need,” he corrects, “and you know what i think you need right now? this.”

his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tug—suguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him. 

his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moan—and really, it’s almost a squeal—when his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. you’re close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just can’t hold it back anymore. 

“sugu—’m c-cumming. god ‘s so good—feels good,” you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you. 

he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody. 

“i bet he’s never seen someone look like this,” suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, “so pretty when falling apart. bet he’d never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.”

your orgasm ripples through you—it’s not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but it’s definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again. 

“that felt good?” he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.

“yeah,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“hope you’re not tired out just yet,” he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, “because we’re nowhere near done, baby. not even close.”

just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place. 

“bet i could make you cum just from this,” he says with a laugh, “i don’t even need to fuck you.”

“please,” you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, “please, sugu—n-need more.”

“be more specific,” he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, “gonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out here—i’m afraid i don’t know what i’m doing.”

suguru is doing everything he can to drag this out—if you’d known one small comment would have him riled up like this…well, truthfully, you can’t say you wouldn’t have made it anyway. it’s exciting in its own right when he’s so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this. 

no one can know about you and suguru—not nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what they’d say, how they’d feel. 

disgust—shame, even. he’s far too old for you, you know they’d say; he’s a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only that—lay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father. 

something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocated—that suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasn’t a joke, what you’d said. not to him, at least—maybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but he’ll never, ever treat you the way suguru does—no one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know. 

so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, “fuck me, suguru. please—need you.”

he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. it’s flushed a deep pink—it’s been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him. 

for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properly—he might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as he’s inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitch—but suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you. 

“look at that,” he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, “took me so easily. ‘s cause when you do it right, it doesn’t take much, does it?”

“f-fuck—” your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. “move, suguru—please, c-can’t wait anymore. jus’ wanna feel you.”

“i know,” he chuckles, “patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”

despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymore—it’s been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. it’s loud—the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress. 

“god—fuck, suguru—th-there,” you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him. 

you’ve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like you’re his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls aren’t home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. there’s one common denominator—the way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth. 

it’s exciting, maybe. at first, it’s scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, it’s something much more than that—you don’t think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didn’t. 

they couldn’t be suguru—would never be suguru. 

“there, huh?” he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, “i know. i know how to fuck this pussy—my pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think he’d care to learn? think he’d even try?”

“no,” you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, “no. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.”

“ngh—sh-shit,” he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. it’s a little pride-inducing, the way you’re still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way you’re lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.

it’s a mess, it’s filthy the way there’s a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.

it’s good, the way he makes you feel—he can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.

“s-suguru—oh.”

“what, you gettin’ all fucked out on me? ‘m not even close yet, princess,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips. 

and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nerves—you sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.

“s-sugu—close, ‘m gonna cum a-again—so close,” you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you. 

you’re close—you can’t fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. it’s still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this time—your second high creeping up on you when you least expect it. 

it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, ‘s so good. suguru, ‘m cumming. suguru, ‘s all for you.

every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate. 

“f-fuck, baby,” he grunts, “squeezin’ me so tight—such a tight fuckin’ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? ‘s bullshit—ngh.”

you don’t answer—can’t answer, in fact. it’s all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. he’s still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. it’s almost too much—it is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words. 

“‘s t-too much, sugu—c-can’t anymore,” you try, “can’t.”

“what?” he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, “you’re tappin’ out on me already? but ‘m not even done yet, sweetheart. haven’t even finished yet—don’t tell me you’re already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriend’s stamina if you can’t even take an old man like me?”

“c-can’t take anyone but you,” you sob, “jus’ you—only you. promise.”

“yeah? you swear?”

“uh huh. jus’ you, sugu—don’ want anyone else. won’t fuck me the same.”

“atta girl,” he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, “that’s what i thought. make sure you don’t forget, okay?”

“fuck, suguru—’m…g-gonna…”

“gonna what? cum? you’re cumming again?” you nod at that—he grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like that—hair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguru—the guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans. 

“i-i’m—fuck, fuck, fuck,” you can’t form sentences anymore as you cum—again. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock. 

it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, “baby, fuck—’m gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, haven’t you?”

“yes, yes—yours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,” you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. “wanna be yours.”

you can feel him—feel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over you—just barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how you’re his, how you’ll always only be his. 

“mine,” he grits, “you’re fuckin’ mine—see how you’re suckin’ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? ‘s cause you’re mine.”

his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek. 

“so,” he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, “still think you need someone with more stamina? someone who’ll fuck you better—”

“god,” you groan, slapping his shoulder, “will you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“no,” he murmurs, pecking your lips, “still wanna hear it some more.”

“your ego needs a reality check,” you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, “think i’ve fed it plenty all night.”

“actually, i think you crushed it,” he pouts theatrically, “talking about some asshole who doesn’t care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,” he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.

“they think i don’t know how to talk to men,” you snort, “imagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.”

“hey,” he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside you—he pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. it’s so wrong—lying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing you’ve ever done right. “age is nothing but a number, sweetheart.”

if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them

do not comment about a part 2 !!!!!!!!!!

tobacco and whiskey.

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 5,1K

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!gojo, soft dom!getou, overstimulation, fem sub, fingering, degradation (by gojo) & also worship (by getou), dub-con (maybe? kinda of, i guess), unprotected sex, breeding kink, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, threesome, use of words ‘whore’ & ‘slut’, face fucking, choking, gun play.

pairings: gangster!gojō satoru x fem!reader x gangster!getō suguru

— jjk masterlist.

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nanami drabble based on this

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

RATE MY PROFESSOR! — GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day one — threesomes ; find the masterlist here

synopsis. you’re professor gojo’s TA—the catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t tell a soul, of course

length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoru’s office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof read—i am a raw dog kinda gal

notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professor—but….if your professor looks like gojo or geto, i’m blind babe. i ain’t see nothing. i won’t tell a soul

“you guys wanna get lunch?” nobara hums, “we’re all here.”

megumi, as always, looks like he’s about to say no—he probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but that’s not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, “yeah! i’m down.”

you fiddle your fingers nervously—how are you supposed to get out of this one? you’d just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldn’t possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? it’d be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily. 

it’s not that you don’t want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised you’d be in satoru’s office in fifteen minutes—and you’re not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.

you’re still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, “i assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,” she grumbles, “gojo is so lazy,” she scoffs.

oh—well, that wasn’t very hard. she’s just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.

“hey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isn’t that great?”

“everyone gets an A in his class, dumbass,” megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, “not getting an A in his class practically means you’re deliberately trying to do poorly.”

on campus, professor gojo is a fan favorite—his rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like it’s candy. anyone would love a professor like that. 

he doesn’t ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and what’s better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guy—he loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.

everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more. 

you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his class—and you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? you’re almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojo—or rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a very…strong liking, if you will. 

it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters ago—it’s one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pm—and as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. you’re just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention. 

it’s professor gojo. 

need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his table—it’s a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. it’s almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. you’ve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know you’re not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound. 

you try to insist that you wouldn’t want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesn’t mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, well…you decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before you’re off to your next class. 

and then it begins.

every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimes—how professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)

somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semester—and somewhere further along that line…well, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities. 

that was never supposed to happen. 

you don’t even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and again—and, well…you’re professor gojo’s, or better yet, satoru’s best kept secret.

you go to his office to grade assignments for him—in between if he steals a few kisses, who’s to know? sometimes, he’s a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. it’s always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clit—the amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.

it’s like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy. 

that is, until now. 

admittedly, this isn’t the best time to be doing this—professor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know you’re cutting it close…but he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.

you’re on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. it’s a rewarding position to be in—to have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.

he looks pretty—always does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?

you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, “f-fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart—always know how to make me feel good.”

you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them clean—he closes his eyes and groans at that. you can’t help but giggle, can’t help but press more kisses along his hardened length until you’re at the base of his cock. 

“pretty little lips,” he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouth—he hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. “‘s like you were made for taking me, huh?”

“‘course i was,” you grin cheekily—and then you’re back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moans—it’s low but still whiny enough that you can’t help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.

except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open and…

oh. 

oh no. 

this…this isn’t good—this is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing you’ve done, and now you’re screwed. entirely destroyed, in fact—the both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoru’s entire career and everything he’s worked for, and all because you couldn’t help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.

and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. you’re sure he knows you; you’re his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friend’s TA. 

professor geto blinks—his eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs that’s glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeah—there’s no explaining this one.

“well,” he says blankly, “i guess that’s on me for not knocking, huh?”

“suguru,” satoru grumbles, “some of us are busy y’know? can’t you come back later?”

you turn to satoru in shock—how can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend? 

but professor geto doesn’t seem even the slightest bit concerned. there’s no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. there’s no alarm at the distasteful activities you’re doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then there’s satoru—he doesn’t even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.

no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there. 

“so this is what you’re always busy doing in your office, huh?” professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, “i have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. she’s excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.”

“yeah, she’s a keeper,” satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, “now if you don’t mind, suguru, we’re in the middle of something.”

“and what do you plan on doing if this gets around?” professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.

you look at him in panic at that—surely…surely he can’t mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldn’t throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoru’s sake, he’d never let this information find another soul. otherwise…otherwise you’ll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress you’ve made, all of satoru’s experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming up—all of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word. 

people wouldn’t have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves. 

you’re always with him, are you sure you’re not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.

why does professor gojo even keep you around? you’re too lazy—you must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.

with how often you’re in professor gojo’s room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.

surely, with how often you’re seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing. 

you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, “please don’t tell anyone,” you sniffle, “i…maybe there’s something we can do…to keep you from…”

the two of them look at you in shock—they stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each other’s before finding you once more.

“oh, that’s precious,” professor geto chuckles, “she really is a keeper, satoru—she even looks pretty when she cries. i’m almost jealous.”

“don’t look for too long, suguru,” satoru grumbles—and then, “listen, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. suguru’s not gonna—”

“well, if there is something you’d wanna do for me,” professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, “i suppose i can keep my mouth shut.”

“anything,” you nod quickly.

you’re so eager to please, he thinks—so perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the other’s arms?

there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things might’ve had to play out in order to land you in his office instead—but…but if you’re offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?

“anything?” he asks, looking at you amused, “you know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?”

you blink up at him for a moment at his words—they’re a bit shocking. professor geto…doesn’t think this is wrong? clearly, he doesn’t if he’s willing to take part. but that doesn’t sound half bad. not even in the slightest. 

they’re a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. they’re not much older than you either—can’t be past their early thirties, even if they don’t look a day over twenty. 

did you know they used to go to college together? i heard they’ve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. it’s all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. it’s always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are those…the less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best head—he’s always sucking on some lollipop. i’d let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to him—he’s too fine. i can take both of them—and i don’t mean their classes. 

it’s…not exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. it’s an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them both—professor geto isn’t any less attractive than satoru and…and well, you’d really like for him to keep this a secret, so it’s a bit of a win-win. plus, you’re sure he wouldn’t risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, too—it seems like the perfect leverage.

you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, “then i’d say you should make sure to lock the door this time—we don’t want to make the same mistake twice, do we?”

his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at you—you’re even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky he’s got to have you to himself all this time. it’s criminally unfair. 

“hey,” satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. “you both are forgetting about me,” he whines.

professor geto—or rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. “now, satoru—what have i always told you about sharing? here—” he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, “why don’t i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.”

“bossy as ever, suguru,” satoru chuckles, but there’s something in his eyes—something darker and more excited than you’ve ever seen them.

“get her ready for me,” suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you can’t help but stare, can’t help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan. 

he’s not as long, but he’s thicker than satoru—you can easily tell he won’t be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.

you’ll remember what he likes, you think—you can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, it’ll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.

“eyes on me, sweetheart,” satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. “watch carefully, suguru,” satoru grins, “she’s pretty when she cums.”

“i can imagine,” suguru muses, “alright then. show me.”

instantly, satoru’s fingers are intruding into your cunt—it’s familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. he’s already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as they’ll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels good—it always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you can’t help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter. 

“god, she even sounds so pretty,” he pants, watching as satoru’s fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfect—but your face is by far suguru’s favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasm—his fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you. 

“that feel good, angel?” satoru asks, grinning down at you. 

you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, “y-yes…s-so good, toru.”

“toru?” suguru asks, “do i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?”

it’s almost like you don’t hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. “toru, toru—s-slow down, ‘m g-gonna…”

“slow down?” satoru gasps—his pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, “you want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, it’s always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you don’t wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? he’ll think i haven’t taught you how to take it like a good girl.”

suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cock—it’s red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that it’s easy to tell he’s aching for release.

“hurry up, satoru,” he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, “we haven’t got all day.”

“can’t rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,” satoru gasps, “she deserves the best. look at this pussy—” he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, “—see how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.”

as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cumming—your pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit. 

“toru—toru, ‘m cumming…cumming—oh,” you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesn’t let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. “‘s too much,” you sniffle.

“too much?” suguru gasps, “how will you take me, then, princess? don’t tell me you’re tapping out already?”

“nah,” satoru grins, chuckling, “she’s got plenty left in her. she can take it.” with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. “you’re ready for suguru, aren’t you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didn’t i?”

you nod, mumbling a soft, “uh huh,” in agreement.

“that’s my good girl,” he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead. 

suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, “c’mere then, princess. can’t back out of our deal yet, can you?” you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. “h-holy—fuck, such a tight fuckin’ pussy. ‘s like i can barely even move,” he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.

satoru walks over, staring down at you as you’re seated on suguru’s lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. “you can take both of us, right sweetheart? you’re just too good not to, aren’t ya?”

you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. he’s painfully hard—cock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that he’s been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him. 

“fuck,” satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, “fuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feels—takes me so fuckin’ well. jus’ love feelin’ me down your throat, huh?”

you can’t do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguru’s cock nudge against your sweet spot—it’s just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe that’s why they get along so well, maybe they’re connected in that way. 

“oh, princess,” suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, “fuck, that’s good—so, good. can hardly move with the way you’re squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isn’t it?”

you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. he’s big—it feels like he’s almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.

“she’s…she’s perfect,” suguru pants, “keepin’ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.”

“she’s mine,” satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. “she’s too good to share with you. you d-don’t deserve her.”

“yeah? and you do?” suguru chuckles—it sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, “she’s suckin’ me in. think she wants me. don’t you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?”

“y-yes,” you mewl, popping off satoru’s length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, “yes, wan’ it. wan’ it so, so bad—need it.”

“see,” he raises a brow towards satoru, “knew it.”

you can see the way satoru’s cock twitches at that—at the way you fall apart on suguru’s lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoru’s tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once more—but not before giving his tip a delicate kiss. 

“she’s my girl,” satoru grunts, “mine, mine, mine—knows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?”

and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.

“that’s right, sweetheart,” he groans lowly, “take it, yeah? god—fuck, feels so good, baby. ‘m c-cumming.”

you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguru’s thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoru’s in his pace that it tells you he’s close too—and then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.

“gonna cum, princess? ‘cause ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum—fill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me to—f-fuck, fuck ‘m close, so close,” he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.

and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, “s-sugu—c-can’t…’s too much—”

“you can take it, pretty,” he hums, “know you can. you’re too precious not to, right?”

it’s messy—it’s downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoru’s chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“fuck,” he breathes, “you’re something else. who’d have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?”

“isn’t she a dime?” satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. “precious, isn’t she?”

“of course,” suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, “so, tell me. which professor would you take again?”

satoru purses his lips as he glares. “this isn’t rate my professor, suguru. and don’t get used to thi—”

“well,” you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, “why i can’t just take both of you again?”

guess who’s posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before it’s october second ?? if it’s not procrastinated, it’s not reached its full potential

Milk, milk, milk!

ᜊ. gojō satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, ryōmen sukuna, getō suguru! — only your favorite jjk men wanting to suck a little of your milk!

𖦹 minors don’t interact.

𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, lactation kink, slight manhandle, fingering, mention of dry humping & creampie, handjob, nicknames.

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Gojo w a 5'0" tall girlfriend and he just madhandles her and keeps talking about how short she is 🗿❤️

a/n: 😣😣😣😣

cw: f! reader, manhandling, size kink, unprotected, praise, size kink, 18+

gojo who knows how much bigger he was compared to you, your height next to him— it was adorable, you could barely reach up to him, he‘s always having to look down at you literally—

even to give you a little kiss, he‘d have to bend down just to reach your level. yet, he loved it especially whenever the two of you were intimate.

“aw baby, you‘re so tiny,”

he‘d grin— a soft chuckle leaving his lips and you‘re completely being fucked into the mattress, he‘s so mean— his hips were just striking against you back and forth, smack after smack you start babbling mere gibberish, it‘s so embarrassing with the way your head is just being practically shoved into the satin-colored pillow you laid on, he grunts from the way you just keep gripping and gripping down on him.

gojo lowly groans—

the way you‘re so small— short, compared to him gets him off way more than he thought it would, just one single thrust could break you in half— metaphorically speaking, but in reality, you felt like he could if he really wanted.

and knowing that got you a little . . wet.

“. . s—satoru,” you‘d whine, and he brings a rough hand towards you to make you sit up— making you create a nasty back arch, he licks his lips as he stares down at you, and he‘s casually fucking you in doggy. he can‘t help but be just a little rough with you—

you‘re so petite compared to him he just loves the way your pussy squeezes and clenches around him— it makes him groan right out his throat.

“good girl,” he pants— each single thrust movement, his white hair moves a bit, some silky strands going towards his face, brushing past his brows. “on your chest, yeah—fuck— like that—”

he mutters, and you whine once he makes you lie back down again, he reaches to slightly wrap a hand around your throat as his cock is being buried deep between your walls.

gojo‘s in love with the way your whines just casually reverberate across the entire room—

you‘re so loud,

you can‘t help but be, especially with his size, his dick is just mad, his very tip swiping against your sweet spot that it makes you bite down on your lip, babbling out a stupid little mutter of, “fuckkk— fuck satoru— s’ deep—”

“ . . . could jus’ snap you in mhm— half with just a single deep thrust, princess,”

gojo rasps, his tone slightly cocky and your mouth opens just barely as he lightly puts his weight against your ass—

pounding his hips mercilessly into you, your eyes merely roll to the very depths of your skull, gojo‘s fucking you so stupid it‘s ridiculous— you started to feel your mouth salivate from how nasty and salacious his thrusts were and it was just embarrassing.

gojo grunts from how your sloppy pussy was just holding him down, selfishly, the grip it had was purely immaculate. he couldn‘t get enough of it. gojo adores the way each time you moan—

you have to pause to swallow, pause to breath, sweet whimpers of his name a constant repetition that spews out of your mouth and he thinks it‘s— cute, his short girlfriend who can barely take him.

and — yet despite that, you are, the stretch was definitely there, your cunt was being so stuffed full of gojo‘s fat cock it was such an appetizer— you wanted more within each second.

once gojo made you cum on his dick for yet a third time— he grunts, he came at the same time and he‘s sensitive— he pulls out real slow, purposely for you to feel everything—

the way his length slowly slides out and once he‘s fully out, the pop noise makes an appearance. gojo grunts, rubbing his reddened pulsing tip leaking with his own cum back and forth against your folds and you whined—

wanting him back inside, you try to sit up but he chuckles,

lightly pushing you down against the bed on your chest before giving your ass a spank— continuing to rub his sensitive throbbing frenulum part of his dick against your sweet achy cunt.

“want more, do you baby— ?” he purrs and his voice drops a single octave that it‘s unintentionally sexy— making you arch your back again—

and he leans up close to you, warm minty breath brushing and fanning against your neck before he chuckles, seeing your slow nod against the pillow as you laid on your chest.

“awww, i know you do,” he hums— before lifting you up, a bringing you close to him— you gasp as he brings rough big hands underneath your thighs and you’re propped up to sit on his lap, preparing for a new position.

“now, princess. for this one we‘re gonna stretch you out just a little more. it‘s called hehe . . full nelson, you heard of that before, yeah?”

toji‘s version

nanami’s version

geto‘s version

choso‘s version

just gojo fingering you while you finger yourself :3

cw — squirting

“touch yourself for me, baby. wanna watch you make yourself feel good.”

when it comes to you, satoru may be a greedy man, but he’s also voyeuristic. he loves a show—only when you’re the star of it, of course. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing his pretty girl get herself off, knowing that it’s a sight reserved just for him.

so he kneels between your legs like a starving dog, eyes blazing as he watches your fingers slip between your folds. you’re soaked already, dripping from his soft touches and needy kisses that inevitably spiralled into an unbearably insatiable want within the both of you. satoru licks his lips at the sight of your arousal glistening like temptation. it takes every bone in his body and every fibre of his being to resist indulging in the taste—not yet. he needs to be patient.

he looks up and his gaze locks with yours and a shiver shoots down your spine. he looks at you like he wishes to devour you, licks his lips while drool spills from the sides of his mouth. it drives you crazy, seeing him turn to a rabid animal at just the tempting sight of you.

your fingertips drag over the opening of your cunt, through the slick that seeps out of you like honey. every movement you make is methodical—the glide of your fingertips over your clit feeds the bubbling pleasure in your gut, and the way you throw your head back and nibble at your bottom lip lets satoru know how good you feel. you want to make it indulgent, both for you and for him.

“why don’t you put a finger in for me, pretty?”

his voice is so sweet, it always is when he’s talking to you, yet it’s dripping with such lust that it makes your walls clench. you become cognisant of just how empty you are, and you can’t go another second being so empty, so you slide your middle finger into your hole and a moan springs from your throat.

satoru chuckles at you, airy and half-moaning and just a touch condescending. his pants are tightening over his crotch, and he won’t be able to hold off for much longer, but for the moment he behaves.

the sounds you make are shameless as you drag your single finger in and out of your hole. it’s hardly anything compared to satoru’s fingers—so much thicker and longer than yours. you dip a second finger inside in an attempt to give yourself something more, to replicate your boyfriend’s touch, and it helps, at least a little, to keep the boiling flame deep inside you going.

one of your hands moves to cup your exposed breast, fingers tugging and twisting at your nipple. you whine out satoru’s name, like the devil inviting him to hell, because you sound so sweet and lovely—

satoru is a greedy man. he’s also impatient, and indulgent, and you’re just so irresistible, his sweet little girlfriend, and he just can’t stop himself when he plunges his own two fingers into your needy little cunt that’s already occupied with your own.

“s-satoru!” you gasp at the stretch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while satoru groans out at the way your warm walls wrap around his digits.

“sorry, angel, couldn’t help myself,” he says, rasping out a laugh. his crystal eyes have turned a dark, ocean blue, and they’re on fire now, swimming with want. “pretty little pussy was beggin’ for my fingers.”

there’s an obscene squelch as he angles his wrist and crooks his fingers until, along with yours, they’re pressed up against your sweet spot, the one that makes you cry out and buck your hips in a desperate search for more.

“go on, baby, keep making yourself feel good. i’ll help you,” he says, fangs bared as he smirks, voice dropping to an octave lower than usual. he knows precisely the effect it has on you, knowing how just his words are more than enough to get you worked up. he doesn’t miss the way you clench around him as he speaks, whining out a pleading little noise for him.

lightheaded, your fingers are weak as they move, though satoru doesn’t hesitate in the way he begins to drag his curled fingers in and out of you—he’s rough, jostling you along the mattress as he works your pussy open, but he’s never been good at controlling himself around you.

“such a spoiled girl, huh? letting me do all the work?” he coos, watching as you slowly fall apart for him. he’s teasing you, when really he loves getting you like this more than anything.

“feels better when you do it,” you whimper, and it’s those words that make his cock stir in his pants, make his tip weep. a reminder of how well he takes care of you, because he loves taking care of you, more than anything. you’re only spoiled because he spoils you, gives you everything you could ever want, makes you feel so good that nothing else matters except for you and for him.

and he’s so good with his fingers—after all, he has to be. not only is it his job but the very essence of his being revolves around using his hands. so of course it’s not long before your walls are clamping down on yours and his fingers, the hot band of pressure inside you threatening to snap.

“satoru, i’m-i’m close,” you manage through the never-ending string of moans that fall from your lips.

“i know, angel, i can feel you,” he says, half-laughing. then, like the cruel man he is, he presses his free hand into your abdomen, and you don’t stand a chance. “come for me.”

the wet sounds of your soaked cunt quickly come to a crescendo from the way he moves his wrist with abandon. as your walls clench, satoru’s fingers intertwine with yours, pressed up into your g-spot together, battering it over and over, and then—

you’re yelping. screaming with bliss. the muscles in your body seize up from the pleasure that takes over them, and a flood of your arousal splashes over satoru’s lap, and you’re sobbing out moans and the syllables of satoru’s name, coming all over your fingers and his. it’s unlike any orgasm you’ve ever felt.

“there you go, that’s it, pretty girl,” he sings, slowing his movements as you fall through your climax, his gaze fixed firmly upon your features as they contort with bliss. his chest always blooms with warmth when you come, fills with some kind of pride because you’re so beautiful and he gets to call you his.

he’s pressing kisses to your shaking thighs as you come back down, sliding his dripping fingers out of your warmth slowly and bringing them to his lips. he finally deserves a taste, he thinks. so he laps up your essence from his own fingers and yours, his eyes fluttering shut, letting out a moan as he indulges, shamelessly—that’s another thing that satoru is. shameless.

“you taste so sweet, baby,” he tells you, already growing hungry for more.

“that was so romantic, satoru,” you quip. “you held my hand inside of me?”

“yeah, well, you know i’m a romantic, baby.”

More whimpering toji pls !! 😔😔

★ cw: f! reader, overstim, unprotected, cowgirl, 18+

could you just imagine riding toji after he came inside you. he‘d be so sensitive— insanely so he didn‘t even sound like himself.

he‘d be laid back against the bed, panting as you‘re riding him, half-lidded eyes flickering towards your waist, the way your hips rolled and moved against him. he grunts from the sheer stimulation while you whine— he‘s so deep, buried balls deep as you went up and down against his lap.

you grew dumber and dumber from his tip, biting down on your lip as your hands gripped onto his thighs before toji groans. “s—shit.. gonna c—”

and before he could finish his words— you feel him shoot inside, dumping a thick velvety load inside of you— you slow down for a bit to stare at toji, he looks so pretty. panting, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead before he brings you in for a kiss.

you kiss back, a smile on your lips— hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth before that’s when you move your hips again— back slightly arching and you’re riding him again after he came.

an abrupt whimper leaves toji‘s mouth as you’re still kissing him before he pulls away, his voice not that deep anymore. “ah—o—oh fuck— f-fuckkk..”

you stare at toji as you‘re moving your hips, and his head’s thrown back—

it’s unintentionally attractive,

especially with the way his left hand grips firmly onto your wrist. his right thigh bounced as he‘s overstimulated from just releasing— another tiny whimper leaves his mouth.

“didn‘t— think you‘d keep fucking ridin' me…” he huffs out in a low breath, and his face is so flustered, he tries to hide a good portion of his face with his hand and it‘s honestly cute. “shit—”

“should i stop?” you mumbled with a tiny smug grin forming, leaning in to kiss toji on the right side of his mouth— where his scar was.

“no.” he grumbles, and you giggled, seeing a tiny pout form on toji‘s face.

the more you stared at him, the more embarrassed he became—

it was as if his mood switched entirely. maybe this was the reason why he hated whenever you rode him. toji preferred fucking you, instead of the other way around. he wasn‘t fond of you being on top— because things like this would happen.

he‘d slip out a whimper after being insanely sensitive, and he barely got over it last time but now he was even more embarrassed.

“okay toji,” you hummed, leaning in to give him a kiss. toji briefly closed his eyes, kissing back— his tongue softly grazing against yours, a hand pressing down on your thigh before he whimpers again in your mouth once you start to quicken your pace just a little.

“i’m—f—fuckin' sensitive still—”

he pants, breaking away for a moment, his low voice pitching high just a bit.

as you‘re buried with his cock shoved deep between your tight squeezing walls, you smile, watching toji bawl up a fist, rubbing his hand against his thigh— his eyes are low and start to roll back just a bit.

“fuckin' hell. 's making me feel too good, princess.”

he grunts, his voice sounding whiner and whiner throughout each breathy word that leaves his lips.

“never— lettin' you ride me ever again after this. s—shit..”

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Divorced!Toji always gets back pissed off to no end after talking to his ex wife. He grumbles out a greeting to you and sits on the couch, frustrated. You want to make him feel better, or at least distract him. You know how. Without prompting you sit in his lap and start kissing him. He's almost passive at first but he catches on fast, his cock starts to harden under you as his hands grab hold of your hips, deepening the kiss.

"I see what you're doing little bunny. I thought I was already frustrated but you're getting frustrated in a different way now. Are you gonna be better then my ex and take responsibility for it? This is why I like you so much, you listen to my every word, you crave to be told you're a good girl."

Divorced!Toji who lifts you up and pushes your panties to the side, his thick fingers rubbing through your folds, against your clit until you're dripping on his pants. He keeps the panties aside to let you grind against his bulge, he doesn't let you go further until there's a large dark stain on his pants, from both his cum and yours.

"Easy, you'll get your big cock, don't worry. Have I ever denied you? Yes, that was a trick question, what a smart slut I have. Are you ready to have your brains fucked out of you? You won't need to think when you're impaled on my cock."

Divorced!Toji who is in the middle of coming inside of you, not only that but also making you come when he gets another text from his ex. He's pissed off again, great, you don't mind if he goes a little harder now right? You also won't mind if he takes a picture of your crempied pussy, of his fingers inside it and sends it to his ex right?

"Smile for the camera beautiful. That'll teach her to text me in the middle of a fuck. I'm surprised you said yes to that, the you from months ago would have been mortified to do something like that. You even opened your legs more. My filthy girl, you deserve a round two."

nanami teaching his gf how to touch herself........i have feelings for him 😭😭

☰ cw: fem. reader, nanami talks you through it, 18+

nanami would be so gentle,

you‘re laid back against his chest, chewing on your lip as he‘s got your legs all sprawled out. his cologne scent hit you hard— like a truck, wearing nothing but some shorts with pretty underwear underneath, the same color that matched your bra.

“it‘s okay. i‘ll show you, sweetheart.” he‘d hum in a soft gruff tone.

“okay—”

you muttered, feeling him gently wrap a hand around your wrist. nanami went slow, making you trail your own hand down, down, down, from up to your chest— from your tummy, until he reached between your thighs.

he stops once he reaches near your thighs, you hear him chuckle against your ear and before you realize it, you were already soaked to proximity.

the mood was set just right, dim— candles were lit as you were in the shared bedroom with your boyfriend, rubbing your glossed lips together before letting off a tiny sigh, feeling your middle finger slowly insert inside.

“nice and . . slow, baby.” he coos, warm minty breath against your neck. “good girl, like that.” you almost let off a whine from not only the stimulation— but his praises too, you were wet, drenched there was no denying that. “push in and out, not too fast yet, okay . . ?”

you nodded, and nanami brings a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“need to hear that pretty voice before we go any further.” he softly breathes, his hand still gently and firmly holding onto your slightly trembling wrist.

you swallow back the lump in your throat before speaking in a near whiney voice. “i— um, okay nanami. keep teaching me how to— touch myself, please…”

“of course,” he replies. you‘re head‘s spinning as he‘s guiding you— guiding your fingers, you even manage to slip another one in now after a few seconds and moan after moan came.

as your digits deepened, the edges of your fingers skimmed against your clit, near your labia. you were sensitive, it was cute the way your head slumped back against nanami. “how cute. is it too much?”

“n—no..” you panted, feeling your leg starting to shake. your inner walls were merely being massaged by your fingers and it was an indescribable feeling. squelch after squelch, it wasn’t long before you started to feel your right thigh start to bounce— a tiny gasp leaving your lips.

nanami hums. “good,” and as you‘re playing with yourself on your own— he smiles, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. “now, try to feel for your g-spot, princess. press a little deeper and you‘ll feel it.”

within a few minutes you whine— feeling exactly the spot he described, fingers slightly curling and it feels damp, nearly soft and plump. “i— i feel it, kento… f—fuckkk.”

“i know, i know,” he whispers in a hushed tone. nanami’s got his hands away from you now, just one hand gripped onto your hip— another rubbing against your thigh that continued to shake and jolt against the fat mattress. “hey. talk to me, do you feel close, baby?”

“…y—yes....” you whimpered, lip quivering. eyes of yours nearly started to roll back to the very depths of your skull. it felt so good, you could nearly taste your incoming release, nodding at your reply. “m' close kento— close…”

the smile on his soft curved lips pressed a little more. “hmm. you are? gonna be a good girl and make a little mess for me?” and he kisses the back of your forehead. “it‘s okay, princess. make yourself cum for me.”

“k—kento,” you babbled, using your whole wrist to pleasure yourself. the very back of your head rubbed against him and he smiles. a pool of pressure‘s building up, you whimper again and again before you came— making such a mess on your own fingers, legs spasming and your climax rings throughout your own ears. “my—god..”

he grins cheekily, blond eyebrows raising, as a mere tease. “look at you,” and he holds your wrist again, making you remove your fingers from inside of you— staring at the lewdness of your own slick coming from your fingers.

“so dirty and it was only your first time touching yourself,” and nanami hums, turning your head to the left just a little to kiss you— a quick second peck before muttering. “how does one more time sound, baby? how about you let your boyfriend do all the work this time, hm?”

suguru w a tongue piercing eating out reader in the shower🫶❤️❤️

GAWD

🌟: fem. reader, geto eats it from the back, 18+

“baby wait a sec,” geto mumbled— he had just got done washing you up, soap rinsed all off your body, and just as you were about to leave the shower, he softly grips onto your waist. “c'mere.”

“huh?”

you stare at your boyfriend, a brow raising in utter confusion—

before now, you‘re pressed up against the pane, whining while geto was kneeled down, tongue deep, rough hands spreading your ass just a bit while water trickled down your trembly body.

“f—fuck suguru . . . ” you gasped, and he was so sloppy, entirely, as soon as you felt his tongue piercing collide against your folds, it was just enough to make your knees go weak. “oh my g—god…”

he started slow at first— lapping his tongue up and down against your sweet puffy cunt. your entire body was wet, especially between your legs. the both of you were drenched, the shower water still running— it was warm, yet none of that mattered because the only thing your mind was focused on was geto‘s tongue.

his messy sloppy tongue.

the tiny ball on his tongue— the piercing only added more stimulation. it tickled, but you were nowhere near laughing right now.

“mfp—”

he grunts, and within seconds, he‘s already nose deep, devouring your sweet folds with his tongue, each suck makes you whine, holding onto the shower railing.

he starts to be playful, making sweet kisses against your pussy, lapping his tongue up again— yet makes sure to have your legs spread just for him to finish eating.

“suguruuu fuck,” you whimpered, his mouth having an entire mind of its own. by this point, he was making out with your clit— relaxing his facial muscles, pretty black lashes closed as he maneuvered his tongue in a orderly fashion. the sucking noises he made— slurp or no slurp it was so nasty, geto was nasty, and proud of it too.

he‘d eat you out any day without question.

his tongue is so lewd, he slows himself, it goes up and down against your dripping soaked folds, and his piercing is just rubbing against your nub.

it‘s too good.

one moment you two were taking a warm shower together— the next, he‘s deep between your thighs dragging out the most filthiest whines and sobs from you.

“sorry baby. couldn‘t help myself,”

geto chuckles, bringing more kisses towards your sweet cunt. it was just dripping— water poured down the crevices of your thighs. the shower water sang throughout your ears as you bit down on your lip. it was as if his lips were attached to your folds, swirling his tongue— playing with his piercing that prodded against your entrance. “gotta have a taste before you— mfph— leave.”

you whimpered, rubbing your glossy lips together, gripping tightly onto the shower railing.

occasionally, geto had to move some long strands of hair away from his face as he devoured you. so tasty—

a meal he could never get enough of. both rough hands of his had your ass spread just a bit, and it wasn‘t long at all before your very own slick started to coat his chin.

geto was most definitely pussydrunk.

he spread your wet lips just a little— to spit a bit on it before pressing his lips on your folds again, flicking his tongue a bit faster now and you nearly feel your knees buckle, his piercing on his tongue quite literally fucking you along with geto‘s tongue.

geto was so greedy,

he‘d have such a firm grip on your ass, and once he‘d finish— dragging out climax after climax, he‘d bring you into a loving kiss, making sure you taste how nasty you were for him on his tongue.

Hi!! Just saw ur post announcing that you’ll be taking requests so I’d love to send one in! I would love love LOVE a timeskip! Tobio x supermodel/influencer/celebrity gf who is like the IT girl of Tokyo and is super gorgeous Bcs I’ve just forever had this thought that timeskip tobio just SUITS so well w like specifically a famous celebrity that compliments him yk?? And not to mention he’s also canonically attractive like YESS. It just makes so much sense bcs I def think Kageyama fits into the unpopular/quiet guy trope with the ultimate sunshine/popular gf yk?? So so excited to read it!! <33

i LOVEEE this idea. i think his personality perfectly contrasts a popular/famous cosmo girl. i kind of went crazy with this one, and it has it's own little twist on it so the two aren't initially dating (also enjoy the lev cameo <3). hope you like it!!

timeskip! kageyama x celebrity/model! reader

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You live a pretty normal life. You have lots of friends, lots of clothes, and your very own makeup brand. Plus, you have millions of followers on all of your social medias, enough brand deals and fan mail to fill up an entire house, and weekly photoshoots for fashion magazines. And not to mention a beautiful penthouse in the most expensive part of Tokyo. Okay, maybe your life isn't that normal.

At only 23, you've been on the cover of famous magazines (both in your home country and abroad), developed your own million-dollar beauty brand, and even starred in a few popular movies. The spotlight has always seemed to find you.

When you were younger, you participated in pageants, first locally and eventually moving up to larger-scale competitions. You would start to get spots in commercials for random products. You had become locally well-known, however it would be at the end of your teens that you would be catapulted into real stardom.

When you were 19, you were crowned Miss Universe Japan and were the runner-up for the Miss Universe competition. Ever since, you had become a national celebrity and were known internationally as well. You now lived a lavish lifestyle and surrounded yourself with glamorous possessions and people (though not to say you didn't appreciate and even miss your life before fame). As Tokyo's beloved 'it' girl, your life is exciting and lots of business at the same time.

Which brings you to now, you were sitting in the backseat of your car after just leaving your manager's office. You kept replaying the conversation you just had with Mr. Gushiken.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say" you admitted.

"You're going on 24 (Y/n), and you've never publicly dated anyone! You're going to become less relatable if you keep it up" he warned. Your manager has been on your case about getting into a relationship to boost people's view of you. Personally, you didn't care how relatable you are, but the more you thought the more you realized people might find it weird that their favorite megastar hasn't shown any sign of a love life. That didn't mean you wanted a 'pr' relationship though. You want love to find you, you don't want to force it or fake it. If that means waiting for the right person then so be it.

When you finally come back to reality, your driver informs you that you're almost to your destination. Your manager booked you a shoot for some designer handbag brand that's going to pay you a large sum for the photos. You're even getting a free purse from their new line, so you're not going to complain.

Entering the studio, you're greeted by an intern and shown to the set area. You're caught off guard when you see Lev Haiba at the set with you. You are aware of him, though you've never collaborated with him before. You most often see him in perfume/cologne advertisements, while you usually appear for fashion brands.

With the context that your manager wants you in a relationship, though, you start thinking that maybe you're being set up. A sinking feeling in your chest causes you to consider what dating Lev would be like, and then onto Lev himself. What is he like?

"Hey (L/n), it's nice to work with you!" Lev excitedly greets you. He has a wide grin on his face and talks faster than you can even keep up with.

"I'm happy to work with you too Lev" you smile back. You make your decision then and there.

Lev is very handsome, he's a model for crying out loud! But he isn't your type. Superficially, you've always been into tall guys with dark hair. But honestly, appearance didn't matter to you as long as he had certain other traits. Personality-wise, you liked when guys aren't like yourself. You find yourself clashing with Lev simply because the two of you are very similar in your dispositions. It's nice as a friend and colleague relationship, but you don't see it working out romantically.

"Alright Ms. (L/n), please follow me" a younger man calls for your attention and lead you to a dressing/makeup room. Your makeup took a little over half an hour, and then you were helped into the elegant red dress you were given for the shoot.

Following the same man back out, you see Lev already waiting for you so the shoot can begin. You shake hands with the photographer before getting some individual shots with the bags. Then, they decide to have the two of you do some photos together. At first, it's innocent enough, but then they start asking you to get into some slightly more intimate poses. For example, the photographer has their intern move you two into a pose where your back is to Lev's chest. They have him place his arms around you while you hold a handbag (and he has one over his shoulder). It's a very couple-y pose and you can just picture your manager scheming with the shoot photographer. The thing that finally puts you over the edge is when they expect you and Lev to kiss. That basically confirms your suspicion that this was some sort of plot to make the public see you and Lev as a couple and spark a pr relationship between two models. Your heart picks up its pace, but not in a positive way. You start to breathe heavier and feel on the bring of an anxiety attack. The only thing really stopping you is knowing how it could affect your reputation.

It's too much. I need to get out of here.

You settle for a kiss on the cheek, before announcing that you're not feeling very well and rushing off the set and back to your dressing room. You chug from your water bottle and breathe deeply, knuckles white as you clutch the edge of the table. You give yourself a few minutes to breathe before quickly getting out of the red dress and slipping into a slightly more casual black one. You grab your purse and walk back down the hallway, saying thank yous and byes to people as you go.

You give a more personal goodbye to Lev, and give him a kind smile to show that it's not his fault that you ran out. He smiles back at you in understanding as you leave the building, your driver waiting out front for you. The sun is getting lower in the sky, and the streets are still bustling.

After that interesting shoot, you really need to unwind. You have your driver bring you to an upscale club in the heart of Tokyo. You aren't an alcoholic by any means, but you really wanted a distraction and didn't think you would find it in your quiet apartment.

 Finally reaching your destination, your bodyguard opens the door for you. You thank your driver before walking up to the entrance of the club. Several of the people in line excitedly point at you, whisper-shouting that you're even prettier in person and various other compliments. You grin at them before happily greeting the bouncer. This is a club you frequent, and the bouncer is used to seeing you.

You walk inside and immediately feel the speakers vibrating the floor. This dark front hallway merely conceals the colorful dance floor and lit-up bar. One of your favorite things about this club is the lighting perfect for insta pictures. You say hi to some of the people you recognize before feeling the need for a drink.

You head to the VIP section and take a seat. Your bodyguard is hidden away in the back, giving you some semblance of privacy while still ensuring that he'll be ready at a moment's notice, though you doubt you'll need his assistance here. While waiting for the server, you look down from the indoor balcony that gives a view of the dance floor. There are actually a lot more people here than usual, now that you think about it. There's a lot of really tall, really hot guys here tonight on top of that. A server comes by and you order a drink before asking about all of the extra people here tonight. He tells you that Japan's national volleyball team are here

You wait for your drink by doing some more people-watching. You look around the VIP area from the chair you're on when your gaze falls on a man across the room. He seems vaguely familiar, but you can't put a name to the face you're currently openly staring at. He's insanely attractive and fits the tall, dark, and handsome archetype to a T. Even from where you're sitting you can tell he's particularly muscular, and his features are sharply defined.

Is it cheesy and cliché to say this is love at first sight? You can't think of another way to describe it. You feel your heart start to thump faster in your chest, and unlike earlier it's a positive feeling. You look back at him and to your surprise, find that you're making eye contact with him before he quickly averts his eyes. 

Did you just catch him staring at you? Now you have to find out about him. By going over to him and asking? Well no, he had three other guys currently sitting at his booth with him, which runs the risk of him blowing you off even if he is interested. So you do what makes the most sense and ask random clubgoers about him instead of approaching him. Like any drunk person down there would ignore a pretty girl anyway. You head down to the dance floor, where the music is nearly deafening, and try to ask around to find out who this guy is. It takes only one person to find out the identity of the handsome 'stranger'.

A girl around your age is able to tell you that it's Kageyama Tobio, a professional volleyball player. That explains his excellent physique. You look his name up on your phone and sure enough find the man and numerous pictures of him throughout his career. Damn is he hot, especially in his action shots. You also realize you've definitely seen him online before, probably in a headline as part of his impressive volleyball team without even realizing it. Apparently, he's a very talented setter and a key part of his team, despite being one of the younger ones on the team (when you see he's 24 you want to yell out loud that finally an attractive guy is actually your age and not a questionable amount older).

You're told by others that he's 'emotionally unavailable' and that he is already in a committed relationship (with volleyball) though. You aren't going to let that stop you, plus he was actually staring back at you earlier. That has to count for something! Besides, even if it doesn't work out, the chase itself is fun.

You make your way back up to your seat. You feel eyes on you and find him at the other side of the VIP intently staring at you again. One of his teammates (you assume) is sat across from him, though his attention is clearly on you. You wave at him and give him a flirtatious wink, which causes him to furrow his brows. He looks behind and then around himself while you continue to stare at him. Is he really so surprised you're interested in him? Does he not know how attractive he is?

When he's finally alone, you decide to make your move. Pushing your chair back, you make your way over.

"Hi. Mind if I sit?" you ask. You're not going to beat around the bush or worse- make him feel like he's wasting his time.

He looks at you, likely recognizing you as the beautiful woman across the room that seemed interested in him. He then takes in the rest of you, and you're happy you had decided to wear a short but flattering black dress that highlights your favorite features.

"Hey. No" he shortly responds. He shifts over in the booth despite the entire rest of it being empty. You take the opportunity to be close to him and sit in the area he made space for. You bump his shoulder accidentally before placing your drink down.

You sit down and get a good look at him up close for the first time. You have to say, he's even more attractive in person compared to your phone screen. His eye contact with you is inconsistent, as you'll catch his gaze for a few seconds before he looks away with pink cheeks. "I haven't seen you here before" you say, "what are you doing here tonight?" you question, taking a sip of your drink. You want to hear from him, even though you kind of already know the answer. You look up at him to find him already looking at you, for some reason surprised that a pretty girl is actually this interested in speaking with him. After several moments of his incredulous look, he finally answers you.

"I'm on Japan's national volleyball team" he explained, "we're here for 'team bonding' or something". He doesn't say much but you find yourself hanging on every word he speaks. He has an alluringly deep voice that you noticed more with his longer sentence. "I know who you are" he says.

You're shocked by his sudden assertion. Honestly, you shouldn't be because you're literally one of the most famous people in Tokyo, but still. You honestly feel kind of bad that you hadn't really known who he was when he caught your eye from across the room earlier.

"Really?" you ask.

"Who doesn't?" he responds. 

Kageyama does know you. He knows a lot about you, truthfully. You've been his 'celebrity crush' for several years, ever since he happened to see you on the Miss Universe competition representing his country. 

He had been visiting home, watching tv with his sister. Miwa has always been a big fan of reality tv and beauty competitions. He hadn't really been paying much attention to what she was watching, opting to play some random game on his phone while waiting for dinner. That was until his sister started freaking out and squealing at the tv. Who was the older sibling again?

"Tobio it's her! Miss Universe Japan!" she excitedly shouted. "She's so beautiful" she had quieted down a little, but still had her eyes glued to the screen. Kageyama looked up from his phone and at the screen and was surprised to see a breathtakingly beautiful girl wearing the 'Miss Japan' sash. She was smiling brightly and he felt a thump in his chest even though the smile wasn't directly aimed at him.

Words on the bottom of the screen came up: 'Miss Universe Japan: (L/n) (Y/n)'. He immediately went to look up your name online, and found plenty of pictures of you, along with your instagram with hundreds of thousands of followers. He only scrolled for a few seconds before following you and looking back up at the screen, entranced.

It was a whole new thing to see you in front of him now. Slightly older from the first time he had laid eyes on you, but still just as alluring. Your smile still makes his heart skip.

"Well, I'm honored that the Kageyama Tobio knows me" you say. He merely stares back at you in awe at finally meeting you in person as he tries to think of something to say.

One of your favorite poppy songs comes on and you excitedly jump up. He gets slightly nervous at your quick action.

"Dance with me?" you ask. You have a wide smile on your face and hold your hand out to him.

"I don't dance" he tells you. Which is true. Whenever he comes to clubs or bars, he feels out of place. While his friends and teammates are able to unwind and attract the attention of women, he finds it much harder to do either. He's much too quiet and emotionally reserved to hold the attention of most women, while others are put off by his 'unsettling' smile.

"It'll be fun! There's so many people here no one will be looking at you anyway, you have nothing to be worried about" you reason. You can clearly see the inner turmoil written on his face.

Little do you know, Kageyama is so nervous he's going to embarrass himself in front of you. He's never gotten this much personal attention from such a gorgeous girl, let alone a famous one he'd been crushing on for several years. He's almost always had fangirls, but people have always said he's unapproachable and too volleyball-minded for girls to ever have any attraction beyond physical. You've been talking to him for this long though, so he can't help but think this is different and you might actually be genuinely interested in him.

He mutters a small 'ok' and you take your chance before he can change his mind. You grab his hand and pull him from the booth and down the stairs all the way to the dance floor. Turning around to face him, you have to look up to meet his eyes again. Definitely over 6 foot, but he doesn't tower over you as much as Lev does. It's a good, happy medium. He's standing very stiff and looking around at everyone before he looks back down to you. You give him a warm smile, encouraging him to loosen up a little.

You decide it seems like he needs you to help him. You grab his hands and sway back and forth in a goofy way. He only follows your actions, letting himself be wildly flailed around by you. He can't help the smile that breaks out onto his face, one he hasn't let himself show to anyone in a very long time (due to the many comments people had made about it). When you give him a strange look, he quickly tries to go back to his straight face and pulls his hands out of yours, turning around so you can't see his expression. He's already managed to mess up.

That's not how you see it. You're surprised at how his smile makes you feel. You finally understand what people are talking about when they say they have butterflies in their stomach. You feel light and airy, while also being tied down to this world next to him. Your entire body heats up and you swear you're about to catch on fire. You haven't felt this way for a guy in a very long time, especially not this quickly. Everything about him demands your attention and makes you wish you didn't need to blink so you never have to miss a glimpse of him.

"Your smile is cute" you tell him honestly. It's a little unconventional, but you mean what you say. You can tell it's genuine and true, and that in itself is what makes it so beautiful. He gives you a strange look with something you can't really grasp. The best way to describe it is like he's really seeing you for the first time. Not just your face, your body, your looks. He sees into you.

"You're gorgeous" he tells you. It's something you've heard thousands of times but it holds an entirely different meaning when you hear it from his mouth. You glance up at him and find him giving you an intense look of admiration and maybe even more.

"Kiss me" you whisper. He doesn't respond verbally, and instead grants you your request. The butterflies in your stomach explode and go all over your body. It's an amazing sensation that leads you wanting more. His lips are slightly chapped, and you have to admit he seems slightly inexperienced, but you don't care. If anything, it's endearing. You hear some of the people (they sound like guys so you guess they're probably his teammates) whistle and holler in your general direction, but neither of you pay any mind to it. His arms fold around your back and pull you in closer, causing you to reach up and place your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. After what feels like forever, you pull away though he follows you. You hide your face and just embrace him. He's so warm and the feeling calms you. You feel safe with him, and wish the two of you could just be alone with each other.

You tell him as much, and he offers up his place for the two of you to go. You smile at him before texting your driver and your bodyguard (who was watching you now), telling them the address you would be heading to.

Honestly, the rest of the night is history.

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A package turned up at your apartment, something which at first makes you a little nervous. Being as famous as you are, it's unsettling to think a 'fan' might show up at your door or have bad intentions with you. Fortunately, the package is addressed to you from your manager. Why not just text me, we're in the 21st century? you think, but pass it off as him being an 'old man' (he's about 50, so you decide).

You sit down with the package on the couch in your patio. Opening it up, you find one of the most popular celeb news magazines and immediately recognize the two people on the cover. It's a picture of you and Tobio walking down the sidewalk after one of your recent coffee dates. He had been walking you to one of your friends apartment buildings to visit her (and more importantly her dog). The photographer had caught you animatedly talking about God knows what, but you were more interested in Tobio. He was looking at you intently with the faintest smile that most people probably wouldn't notice. If they didn't notice that, though, they definitely would notice the look in his eyes: lovestruck. If it was a cartoon you were sure he would have literal hearts in his eyes. You held your frappuccino in the hand not intertwined with Tobio's. Though you could find paparazzi annoying and even creepy at times, you have to admit you love everything about this picture.

The picture of course has a caption. In big letters it reads:

'Tokyo's Hottest New Couple!: (L/n) (Y/n) & Kageyama Tobio are official!'

You can't help the smile on your face. Flipping through the pages, you finally come to the one about you and Kageyama. A small slip of paper falls out when you do so, and you find it's a note from your manager:

Congratulations on front cover again. He's a keeper - Gushiken-san

"What's that?" a familiar voice behind you questions. You feel arms wrap around you and you smile. It seems someone's finally gotten out of bed.

"Us" you show him the cover, to which he makes a low hum in response.

"I'm putting this on the fridge" you joke. You turn around to face him in all of his bedhead glory, wrapping your arms up around his shoulders.

"Seriously? I look weird in that picture" he scoffs. You playfully swat him for making such an objectively wrong claim. You always help him with his self-esteem. He never doubts his abilities in volleyball, but in nearly ever other part of his life he needs some assistance. Even now that the two of you are actually dating he doesn't feel worthy enough, friendly enough, attractive enough for someone like you. You do everything you can to convince him otherwise. He is worthy, sweet to you, and definitely attractive enough.

"You look handsome in it! But you always do so I'm not sure why you're surprised" you teasingly flirt. His cheeks darken and you reach up to pinch one. He moves his head away but moves back to gaze sweetly into your eyes. You look back just as sweet, and can't help but be lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

"If you say so" he responds with a kiss to your cheek. You respond with a kiss to his lips, followed by many more.

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 8: the match

You cursed yourself for taking a little too long in the shower this morning, causing you to now be running behind on this important day. Readjusting your sunglasses, you looked down at your navigation which dinged to single the end of your journey. You had finally reached it: the home of the Schweiden Adlers.

Outside of the arena, to the right half of the building, the giant banners that you had created with the team hung down and covered the exterior. You admired them for a second before making your way inside. You used the ticket that had been provided to you and found your way to the stands.

The gym was filled by the time (Y/N) got there. The Black Jackals and Adlers alike had huge fan sections touting noisemakers and signs. Cheerleaders for both sides were lined up in the stands and spirits were high. The sound in the arena was deafening even though both teams were merely warming up. That made sense though, this was a huge game between two amazing teams and it was hard to say who would win. The marketing effort had definitely worked.

As you walked through the crowd, you saw and heard Yachi waving and shouting your name. You made your way over to her and gave a quick greeting to her and the two men sitting next to her. She had talked about them before, Yamaguchi Tadashi and Tsukishima Kei, you remembered. Yamaguchi was her ex-boyfriend, but she told you that they were still on good terms (and to you it even seemed that there might still be some chemistry there). She also raved about Tsukishima's fiancée, who had been one of her fellow managers in high school. Yachi had told you before that if she had to pick a best friend other than you, it would be her.

The entire team stood on the endline with their hands behind their backs. You gazed at #12, as he searched the crowd around you looking for someone. His eyes finally stopped when he found who he was looking for: you. He grinned brightly and you smiled and waved excitedly at him.

He winked at you and you felt your heart start beating faster. The three sitting behind you gave you funny looks, before Yachi quietly laughed and Yamaguchi joined in. Tsukishima couldn't really judge this time, since his girlfriend acted somewhat similarly. The upref blew his whistle, and the starters walked onto the court. Bokuto was already full of energy, seemingly infectious for the rest of the team. It would be an interesting game to be sure.

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The Black Jackals had emerged victorious over the Adlers and you were on top of the world. Plenty of other MSBY fans were just as excited as you. Tsukishima made a comment about 'how pissed Kageyama was going to be'. Yachi laughed at your excitement and the other two men were giving you looks again (not bad I promise), but you didn't care.  

This match has been anticipated for weeks and your boys came out on top.

As both teams shook hands at the end of the game, you made your way down the stairs to wait outside of the visiting team locker room. You were excited to see the whole team, but of course most excited for one in particular. You nearly tripped down the stairs as you got distracted by the huge smile that was bound to be on his face, his perfect hair and honestly perfect body that was definitely going to be sweaty (though you didn't really mind). Just a turn down another hallway and the sight would be yours.

Something you probably should've anticipated was the crowd of people, fans and reporters already standing outside of the door waiting for the winners to exit. Several people with notepads were looking to get comments from the starters to

Some of the people actually seemed to recognize you, likely as the girl seen on the news sites with Bokuto. Osamu was there too, likely waiting for his brother. You gave him a kind wave before gluing your eyes back to the locker room door.

The door finally opened, and Sakusa was the first one out. When he noticed the crowd of people, his eyes immediately widened before he opens the door again and heads back in. He clearly wanted no part in any of it, and you felt bad for him. Atsumu was the next player out, and he was immediately swarmed with girls and people asking him questions.

"Atsumu I love you!" one girl yelled.

"How do you develop such trust with your hitters?", which he tried to respond to, before Osamu cut in, "you don't even know how, shut yer trap", and they quickly shifted to insulting each other.

Bokuto came out next, with a big grin on his face upon seeing all of the people excited to see him.

"Hey hey hey!" he shouted, causing the people in the hall to cheer (seriously, anything he did amazed them). You smiled brightly at his energy even after an exhausting game. He was always so positive. The people closer to the front tried to talk to him first, you saw some girls around him as he enthusiastically answered the question of how he was feeling after such a big win.

"Koutaro!" you jumped to try and get his attention. He looked around hearing the familiar voice and his eyes found yours, quickly lighting up. He excused himself from the reporters and fans and excitedly made his way through the crowd to you. It was difficult for him to maneuver through everyone, but they finally let him through. He quickly embraced you in a very sweaty, very tight hug, but you loved everything about it.

"You were amazing" you whispered to him. He squeezed you a little bit tighter before pulling back and giving you a genuine, appreciative smile. Your sweet moment was quickly interrupted by the same reporters he had just been talking to.

"What's your name miss?"

"Mr. Bokuto, is this your girlfriend?" one of them asked. Your eyes widened as you looked from Bokuto, to the reporters, to the several girls standing behind them. It was one thing to have people talk about you on the internet, it was a whole new beast to see their stares and glares in real life. Some were glaring daggers at you and the arm around your shoulder. Others looked at you in interest more than with malicious intent. It seemed Bokuto noticed your discomfort, as he spoke a quick 'no comment please' before leading you away into a separate area.

Atsumu and Osamu were there too, as well as some of the other players. You were just happy to finally find some peace.

"Say Osamu, you got any snacks?" Bokuto asked.

Where did you find this guy again?

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 7: gossip

Usually, when you woke up in the morning and checked your phone, you'd only have a few notifications from random apps and maybe a friend. You hadn't been expecting what you woke up to this morning, to say the least. Friends were sending you news sites and posts all about the same person: you. You read through some of the headlines:

"MSBY star Bokuto Koutaro seen leaving shop with mystery woman"

"Who is Bokuto's new girlfriend? (Pictures and more)"

There were even some of his fans on Twitter dragging you for basically no reason other than the fact you were seen with their sports crush. While some were nice (calling you cute or saying you looked good together), others were saying things like "the girl in those pictures with Bo is soo average" and "she's lowk ugly... he can do better".

Those pissed you off, but you knew better than to keep reading tweets. You could get lost in it for hours and that was when you weren't the one they were talking about. It probably wasn't good for your mental health (in fact, it definitely wasn't). Also, seeing the pictures kind of freaked you out. It was like having a stalker even though it was just paparazzi offshoots that were doing it for their job. It was still unsettling to see the two of you walking out of Onigiri Miya, and even entering your apartment building. What if people started showing up at your building in the hopes of meeting Bokuto? Or worse, what if they waited outside of your apartment for you to question you or more. You shut your phone off and went into your bathroom. You had to admit, it was kind of surreal seeing yourself on social media in the context of people who don't even know you. You pumped some moisturizer onto your hands and spread it across your face. You took longer than necessary in an effort to lower your heartrate and ease your mind. After you were calmed down, you went back out to your room and picked up your phone again. This time, you noticed a text from Yachi.

Yachi 💫

hey can you tell me why everytime i open social media i see you?

(y/n)

I DONT KNOW it's not my fault i swear idek what's happening

Yachi💫

well it looks to me like you've made a lot of bokuto stans really mad lol 😜

(y/n)

😔

You let out a sigh, tossing your phone on your bed and then falling back onto it yourself. It was just your luck to have something like this happen. You barely even had time to savor your date with Bokuto before the internet found out and made it their major topic of the day. The whole situation was honestly one big headache. You weren't even officially dating, yet here all of these people were commenting on your relationship that even you weren't entirely sure about.

You couldn't help but imagine how people would react if you two actually became official. Would he announce it? Would they just get used to seeing the two of you together? Or would they inevitably hate you for taking up their volleyball god's attention and ruining their chances of getting with him? You weren't sure and in the present you didn't care.

Instead of focusing on that, you decided to actually do your job and opened your laptop. The advertisements for the match had been up all around Tokyo, and the big posters that would go up on the side of the arena they would play at should be coming in soon. The company paid people to hang them up, since they were giant and it was far out of your skillset.

The process of making them had been really fun. The team got to have a photoshoot with plenty of action shots (you definitely didn't ask the photographer for a print of Bokutos). From there, you had just designed some fun slogans to slap onto them, along with labeling the players. While they were attracting a lot of attention to the match, you had been informed that they were still looking to get more sales for tickets and merchandise.

This whole social media thing this morning had effectively distracted you from being able to do your job or come up with strategies to get more attention on the match.

Then, you had a brilliant idea. What if you used this whole situation to your advantage? You could use the buzz around you and Bokuto as a way to get more spectators for the MSBY vs Adlers match, both in person and watching it on tv.

You shot a quick email to your company's social media marketing sector and asked them to put out posts wherever they could essentially saying the same things. It wasn't long before you got an email back, confirming that the posts would be out soon. Not long after, you got a twitter notification for your company's 'news' account:

"Will Bokuto's mystery woman be at the MSBY vs Schweiden match? Find out here", along with a link to both tickets to watch in-person as well as information for where to watch it.

You grinned widely and even laughed at describing yourself as a 'mystery woman', but you had an idea and went with it. Then, you thought for a moment and wondered if Bokuto had any idea about everything that had been going on. You weren't sure if he seemed like a big social media, though for all you knew he could be crazy for it.

There was a text from him you hadn't noticed before, from around 20 minutes ago. You had probably been too busy emailing your work.

Koutaro  ⭐

Hey hey hey how has your morning been?

read 11:26am

It put a smile on your face to know that he was thinking of you, but you were also confused. Did he have no idea about what people were saying? Maybe he didn't have friends like yours that spammed you with posts about yourself.

(y/n)

i've been okay. it was kinda weird seeing people posting about me everywhere but other than that

You didn't expect him to respond so quickly, especially when it had taken you so long to text back, however the three dots popped up only seconds after your text. You waited somewhat intently to see what he had to say.

Koutaro ⭐

Are people posting about you? What did you do??😲 

It took everything in you to not literally laugh out loud. Again, with the grown man using emojis (which was extremely unserious but in a cute way), but also because it seemed he really had no idea about any of it. You sent him a few of the links your friends had sent you and explained it to him, before your phone started ringing and you saw his contact again. You quickly picked it up, but had to pull it away from your ears due to how loud he was.

"I'M SO SORRY, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" he yelled, "I HAVE CRAZY FANS!" he yelled. When your ears stopped ringing, you responded back.

"I can tell" you encouraged him to lower his volume. You shook your head at his absurdity. Two months ago, you would've never been able to guess this would be your reality. You decided to tell him how you had used it to your advantage, and how more people would be attending the game to support MSBY.

"You're so smart (y/n), I don't get how you do it". You felt a fluttering feeling in your chest before you got a hold of yourself again. He didn't give himself enough credit. While Bokuto seemed airheaded at some points, he was actually very emotionally intelligent and made up for lack of book smarts with his people skills.

"It's my job" you said and smiled, even though he couldn't see it. It was nice to talk to him, even though it had only been half a day since you last heard his voice.

"Thank you for last night again" you spoke, much quieter before. On the other side of the line, Bokuto smiled at the thought.

"Anything for you" he responded. You two exchanged a few more words before deciding to hang up so you could finalize one of your projects. Your phone buzzed one more time, and you checked it before putting it on do not disturb. You ever-present smile became even wider when you read it.

Koutaro ⭐

Come see me after the game on Saturday 😊

You were definitely ready for the match this weekend.

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 6: kiss

After leaving Osamu's restaurant, you followed Bokuto to an undisclosed location which strangely seemed to follow your typical route home. To your surprise, it basically was. He had lead you to the front of your apartment building.

"Stalker much?" you joked.

"Yachi told me" he admitted. Yachi seemed to do a lot of meddling in your relationship now that you thought about it. Not that you would complain, since all of it had turned out positive so far. You could only roll your eyes at her though, before going up the elevator to the roof.

You had never actually been up here before, despite having lived in this same building for a little while now. You could see lots of other skyscrapers and buildings. The night sky was beautiful, even while lacking in stars due to the light pollution. You thought back to the stars you had seen as a child, before you knew the constellations by name and could make up their shapes. You felt small again, and found yourself missing the clearer night sky you used to know.

Bokuto cleared his throat next to you, attempting to bring your attention back to him. It was clear you were in la-la land and needed to be brought back down to earth. You felt a little embarrassed for zoning out while on a date but he just told you he found it cute.

You quickly found yourself making eye contact with him again. It made your heart skip a beat, and you swore you could see his pupils dilate. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. Time seemed like it slowed down as you stood there for seconds, minutes. Only gazing into those alluring eyes that were windows to a beautiful soul and bright personality.

You wished you could read his mind. Know what he was thinking about all this, about you. Your question was semi-answered with his next words.

"So beautiful" he whispered uncharacteristically. It was nice to know he was capable of being calm and quiet. His gaze on you was still intense. He placed his hand on your cheek and it engulfed half of your face.

Your heartbeat picked up its pace. You hadn't felt this way for anyone in so long. Honestly, you haven't felt this deeply for anyone ever. There was just something about Bokuto that was just so addictively attractive. He had an exciting personality and you never had a dull moment or conversation with him. He always knew how to make you laugh or feel comfortable. Despite first impressions, he was actually witty and his sweet disposition made it impossible for anyone to dislike him. He was outrageously sexy, of course, with muscles upon muscles (those back muscles COME ON) and a sculpted physique. His face exceedingly handsome with features that demanded the attention of anyone that met him. His short grey and black hair that you wanted to run your fingers through or brush and put into goofy little bows. It also could be his giant hands, present on your face right now, that you had both sweet and very bad thoughts about. But there was another physical aspect that might be your favorite: his eyes.

They were beautiful, golden irises that were almost always wide and happy. The entire world reflected in his eyes. You saw stars, galaxies, the universe. You saw your future in his eyes; a life with Bokuto and everything that would go with it. The anticipation of what would happen next was only amplified by the glimmer you saw in them.

You noticed him slowly bringing his face closer to yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you felt chills in anticipation. You were praying to whatever higher power there was that you two wouldn't be interrupted this time. Your prayers, thankfully, were answered.

When your lips met, you felt a warmth that filled your entire body. Your fingers and toes tingled, a weird sensation you hadn't experienced. When you pulled away from the first one, you only looked at each other for a few seconds before going back in for more.

The people you'd kissed before hadn't been nearly as passionate as him. You brought your arms up to wrap around him, while he moved his one arm lower. You weren't really sure how long the two of you were there, but eventually you broke apart again and just stopped to really contemplate what had just happened. You were in awe at the talent of the handsome volleyball player. He was in awe too, staring at you with the goofiest happy grin you had ever seen. It made your heart pick up its pace again and you wanted to kiss him even more. You decided against it though, and to just take this moment with him slower so that you could truly enjoy his presence.

"Bokuto, I don't know what to say" you broke the silence. You probably could have just not said anything, but the lack of conversation was driving you crazy.

"Call me Koutaro" he responded calmly. He still had that lopsided smile on his face.

"What?". You couldn't really believe what you just heard. He really wants me to call him by his first name?

"Koutaro. I want to hear you say it" he affirmed.

"Koutaro, I really like you" you told him truthfully.

"I really like you too (Y/n). You don't have to say anything else" he replied, diving back in. The two of you embraced tighter and couldn't keep your lips off of each other. Before it could escalate too far, you pushed away and reminded him that the two of you were on the roof of your apartment building, and that it really wasn't the best place to be intimate. Not to say there was really any place other than in your apartment or his that you would consider appropriate at this point. You were getting a little tired, but you didn't really want to say goodbye to him yet.

"Walk me back to my room?" you flirt. He happily obliges, and off the two of you go (but not before one more kiss).