Nagi Seishiro - Complicated*:

nagi seishiro - complicated *:･ﾟ✧

ft. nagi x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, small age gap?

synopsis: it was no secret that nagi seishiro liked you, but you’d rather run a million miles away than tell him that his feelings were requited

wc: 2.4k

A/N: hi i’m back with more nagi brainrot <3

you weren’t stupid. people have been telling you for years that nagi was into you. plus when you were in middle school you may or may not have found a word doc saved on his laptop outlining all the reasons he liked you and how he was too scared to confess. you simply closed out the tab and moved on though. to be honest, you were glad nagi wasn’t the type to confess first. pushing boundaries past friendship would be complicated. 

although if anything was complicated, it would be the knots forming in your gut as nagi pulled up his jersey to wipe off water from his lips after taking a swig. the flash of pale skin below his shirt that the movement exposed was not missed by your trailing eyes.

you’d be damned if anyone found out that athletes, specifically soccer players, sat at the top of your type. and how nice of nagi to become exactly that within the span of the 2 years you were away abroad. 

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FORGETFUL (2.7k)

— isagi yoichi x reader

SYNOPSIS: after winning a match, the only thing isagi wants is you. though there’s a little problem…

TAGS: characters 20+, minors dni, mature content, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering(f), oral both ways, sucking his fingers, swearing, very much in love, aftercare, pro player!isagi

NOTES: meet my new boyfriend isagi yoichi.

it always took a while for the adrenaline to finally leave isagi’s veins after a match. there’s the pump of blood in his ears when he shoots the final goal, the roar of the crowd and the crushing hugs of his teammates when it all happens. it’s all so quick that when he has to recall his emotions in an interview immediately after, he’s pure ego and cockiness.

he scored because he’s the best. he won because he’s the best. what else could the answer be? especially when his gaze shifts to yours when the interviewer asks, “and what’re your plans to celebrate your win?” 

his pupils are blown out, barely any of the midnight blue of his irises to be seen. the crowd is chanting his name but he’s staring at you in the stands. his grin leans to one side and sweat drips off strands of his dark hair. he swoops it back with one hand to reveal his forehead and gives you a heart-clenching wink.

you don’t roll your eyes like you would when he flirts at home because currently, you’re in his world and he’s in his element. you’re in awe, your heart racing against your ribcage. an elated grin coats your face, paired with a little wave like he’d ever miss you in the crowd.

he leans forward into the microphone, low and flirtatious, “hopefully spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend. i think i deserve some love tonight.”

as soon as isagi kicks his hotel room door closed he’s ripping off his t-shirt in one swoop over his head and you know to do the same. it’s all a rush, a push of bodies, messy kisses, uncontrolled moans and a frenzy of hands. calloused fingertips are on your bare waist, your ass and the back of your head so your lips can meet his. you’re unhooking your bra and no coherent thoughts form as he sucks a spot on your neck. 

“all i fucking thought about was you when i scored that goal, baby. fuck the trophy,” he sloppily kisses over your chest and your hand pushes his face into you, “all i want is you.”

isagi’s touch and voice are rough, desperation finally unleashing like you’re under a time constraint. he shuffles your body with his against the wall and whines into your soft skin. you feel how eager he is against your stomach.

“wanna devour you, princess,” he breathes, fingers finding the button of your jeans and ungracefully popping them open.

“the bed, ‘ichi,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you by the ass. your legs circle his waist and a moan falls from your lips at the feeling of him against yours. there’s a harsh romanticism to it, a special type of glory where you feel like you won because he did. where he treats you like a gift with confidence that can come from succeeding when doing what you love. he got his moment to celebrate with the country earlier, you love that he always wants to spend the nights with you.

you know how he gets, his mind is on one track. kiss you till you’re senseless and fuck you till you’re begging to come. your hands smooth over his muscled shoulders, the muscles over his chest. he’s so beautiful and he’s all yours.

he plops you on his fresh white bed, causing you to bounce a little with the impact. his smile and blazed eyes make you feel everything. beautiful, loved, alive. he grunts above you, staring at your breasts and the damp spot on your underwear. isagi couldn’t have done it all without you, you make everything worth so much more, there’s so much more meaning to his actions when you’re there to look at him after. your eyes are just as blown out with bruised lips, staring up at your lover.

“s-so proud of you ‘ichi, my starboy,” you whisper and the pace slows down. he’s a fool for praise, he loves when you’re watching him and when you see him win. his breath hitches as he moves to yank off his jeans, leaving only his underwear on as he cages you in, forearms by your head.

“thanks princess, i love you,” he bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flicking over your face and body. he blissfully sighs when your hands drift over him and your arms loop around his neck. isagi’s shoulders are wide, biceps in biting distance and you get a whiff of his sea salt body wash he used back at the stadium.

“i love you too,” you hum, and he can’t help but press his lips to yours. then again and he nibbles on your bottom lip like he can’t get enough. “yoichi.”

“baby.”

“i think you deserve some love tonight.”

your words mirror his words from his interview and your boyfriend’s gaze darkens in real time.

“fuck,” he groans, resting on one arm to pull off his tight black underwear. one heavy breath leaves him when his cock slaps against his stomach and your hips jerk up so it can meet your clothed centre.

he grinds himself against you, rocking with a rhythm that makes your eyes flutter shut. he knocks your clit sweetly every time, “please ‘ichi.”

“want me in, baby?” he whispers, looking between your bodies at his weeping cock against your cute panties. you’re so familiar like he’s always known you, shaped just for him. “shit, d’you want me to fuck you?”

you release a moan in his ear, “yes, yes,” 

isagi hooks his finger in the centre of your panties, not even bothering to pull them off. he circles your clit with your thumb, using your wetness to glide across you softly. he stares at your twitching body, how your hands reach to touch him and the pretty whimpers from your lips.

“yoichi,” you plead and he laughs.

“okay baby, okay,” though it’s only when he fists his cock to position himself inside you that you remind him.

“condom, ‘ichi!”

you lift on your forearms as isagi’s eyes widen. “oh shit, can’t believe i almost forgot.” he mumbles, picking up his jeans from the ground to search for his wallet.

you’re barely paying attention to him, your hand drifting to your stomach for anything between your legs. “come on, starboy before i sort myself out.” it’s almost a threat, almost.

it’s only when a loud shit slips through do you look up at your boyfriend, completely stressed with his id cards, cash and bank cards dashed haphazardly across the bedside table. he’s raking his hands through his hair and his cock is leaking pre, leaving traces on his stomach.

“don’t tell me you don’t have one,” you whine, flinging your head back.

“i thought i… when were we together last?” 

you’d call him cute from how stressed he is if you weren’t bursting to be touched. “i dunno, i was with you in spain?”

“fuck, i didn’t get a new one,” he groans and you sit up, hands on his thighs.

“none in your suitcase?”

“nah, completely forgot.”

“guess you used all your luck for the match then, didn’t you?” you try to joke but it comes out strangled with how needy you are. as much as isagi wants to punch himself, he drops a kiss to your lips.

“i’ll go out and get some now, wait for me here pretty,” he rumbles but you shake your head.

you pull his arm so he rests on top of you again and isagi lets you. there’s nowhere he wouldn’t go for you.

“no, stay with me. we can do other things and you can get some tomorrow,” you say and interest flickers in his pupils. 

“okay,” he stuffs his head in the crook of your neck to lay kisses, “sorry babe.”

you laugh, “it’s fine, just please touch me before i explode.”

isagi shifts his focus to you completely, ignoring the stupid condom problem and the tight sensation at his lower stomach begging to be fixed. he presses a kiss into your cheek, down your chest where he bites the side of your breast to the prized space between your legs. he doesn’t think as he pulls off your underwear, throwing them in the direction of his jeans to stuff in a pocket later.

he’s fixated on your centre, how you’re so beautiful, all wet and shiny and whimpering for him. he groans before he delves in, the rumbles from his throat only heightening your pleasure. his lips wrap around your clit and your hand flies to his hair to keep him in place. 

you’re the sweetest, the sweetest nectar he’s ever tasted and he feels like he’s not even present with how softly you’re mewling his name. “ichi… oh, oh, oh,”

he slurps you up, two hands on your thighs to stop you from shuffling and twitching over him. it’s loud and messy, his spit mixed with your wetness and when your hips begin to grind on his mouth, he plunges two slender fingers inside your pussy.

your back arches off the bed in surprise and isagi grins momentarily at the sight. “c’mon princess, so pretty for me.”

he moves his fingers at the same pace he would his cock, fast yet with skill, rubbing against your softest parts and the parts that make you go crazy. he pecks around your clit, giving you little kitten licks which he knows makes your body twitch and adoring how you’re leaking up to his wrist now. you’re close, your lower stomach tightening and your thighs are beginning to clench around his head to keep him there.

“yoichi, i’m about too… oh fuck ‘ichi,” 

he loves it, his smile is wicked across his lips. “let go for me, all for me, c’mon.”

when the wire finally snaps, bursts of white hot electricity rush through your veins, shaking your body without a choice. your thighs clench mid air and isagi sucks on your clit through it all, his fingers still pumping for more. 

it all makes you feel lightheaded and sleepy so you tap his shoulder twice for him to begin to slow down. isagi stares at you like he does his trophy. glazed eyes, wandering to the sweat lining your forehead and your heaving chest. your inner thighs are all damp and so is his hand. he licks up his wrist to get more of you though stops when he stares at your parted lips.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers, kissing your thighs and the grin doesn’t slide off his face when you nod lazily.

“yeah, ‘ichi,” you reply, breathless.

he kneels on the bed, brushing his fingertips over your bottom lip. your eyes flutter open at the touch, finding him immediately. his expression is wistful and you don’t miss how hard he is against his stomach.

“taste yourself, princess. you taste like heaven,” he drawls and his chest tightens when you open your mouth for him to put his fingers inside. his eyes widen when you begin to suck, hollowed cheeks and your tongue swirling around his digits.

“fuck, not like that or i’ll come right now,” he warns and you don’t break eye contact, you suck until his eyes begin to laze and his breath weakens. 

then you pull him out by the wrist, “anything you want, starboy. you’ve been waiting for so long.”

there is some sympathy laced in your tone as you stare at your footballer and isagi looks close to begging after waiting so long. 

“c-can you hang your head off the bed? wanna be in your throat,” he rumbles, fisting his cock up and down to relieve some of the pressure. you watch the movement, his abs tensing and his thick forearms.

you hum in response, angling your body as he asked. he keeps his hand at the base of his cock as your mouth opens wide for him, and then he slowly slides in.

“shit,” he groans and you hold on to his thigh for some grounding. “oh baby, i’m gonna fuck you properly tomorrow, o-oh shit.”

he thrusts his hips as he would in your pussy, the feeling of his cock pushing down into your throat. there’s more space for him at this angle, more space for him to go further. spit builds in your mouth and being upside down makes you feel lightheaded in the best way. he smells strong, all man and the praise he sends you has your hand reaching between your legs again.

what isagi makes up for in girth he has in length. he’s everywhere, his veins imprinted along the side of your cheeks and the weight of him on your tongue. you’re drooling out the corner of your mouth and isagi can only make these animalistic grunts.

“i’m not gonna last long baby,” his voice is deep, every word from the pit of his stomach.

he eyes your throat and that’s all it takes for him to snap. he can see his length, every thrust and every gag that comes from you after it. it’s so raw and graphic and ropes of come burst down your throat. 

“m-mother… fucker,” he clenches his teeth, leaning forward over your body and he almost misses the orgasm shaking through you too as you tickle your clit.

when he’s done and you’ve swallowed all you can, you’re tapping his thigh twice for him to move. he flops beside you on the bed, pulling you up into his arms.

he’s all heavy breaths, chest heaving and his eyes are shut so he can come back to earth.

he forgets all about his win at this moment. about football, how he scored and the whirlwind after it all. all he knows is you. you smell like him and he can still taste you in his mouth. 

“i wasn’t too rough was i?” he murmurs and you kiss his jaw.

“no, perfect,” you reply and he hugs you tighter to his chest.

now this is finally when all the excitement and adrenaline from today has left isagi yoichi’s body. he’s just a bundle of limbs and muscle, yours to look after like he would for you.

it’s quiet and comfortable but when you glance up at him, you think he’s fallen asleep. 

“no, no, we gotta go shower, ‘ichi. you’re all sweaty and i’m all sticky,” you push at him to climb out of his arms but you’re left with a groaning boyfriend.

“can’t we just sleep like this? i just won a match and had the life sucked out of me,” he smiles at his own comment, “literally.”

your favourite midnight blue eyes blink up at you and you find it so hard to say no to them. especially when his hand drifts to your waist and he lays a kiss on your breast. 

“fine, then at least go under the covers and i’ll wipe down my legs.”

isagi can’t let you do that after he was the one that participated too. so he sits up, silently, kissing your lips before padding his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp wet cloth and a clean towel to wipe you down with nothing but love and care. 

“everyone was screaming for you when you did the final goal, ‘ichi, it was insane,” you whisper, eyes nearly closing and all your words so soft. sleep was clearly catching up to you too. 

isagi smiles, nodding along, “i only heard your cute scream at the ref when that idiot fouled me.”

once he’s done, he picks you up to tuck you into the bed. it’s been a long day for you too, supporting him in the crowd and feeling everything he did. 

“shit ref,” you mumble against his bicep as he pulls you in tight. it’s a phrase he says all the time, now being said by you.

“enough football,” he sniffs, stuffing his head in your neck. he inhales your scent and he can’t think of anything better, “i love you.”

you’re barely awake, eyes shut with a ghost of a smile on the pillow, “love you too ‘ichi.”

Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

mikage reo - star student *:･ﾟ✧

ft. reo x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: CORRUPTION KINK, virgin!mc, praise, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, fingering

synopsis: your dear upperclassman teaches you a few new tricks

wc: 1.85k

A/N: confession i was a reo anti until i read the manga LOL

mikage reo is the poster boy for model upperclassman. smart, athletic, and breathtakingly handsome. unlike other seniors he didn’t seem to view the younger years with distaste. after all, he was one of them just a few semesters ago. his generosity knew no bounds, from comped meals to private tutoring lessons. and you happened to be one of those pupils; a sprout eager to learn from the best. 

initially you sought out reo’s help since you happened to hear that he was the first in your school’s history to ace all the physics exams, a subject you were dreadful at. you expected the relationship to be cordial, professional even, but reo’s welcoming disposition made it hard to stay away. 

before you knew it he was assisting you with much more than physics, guiding you even in your personal life. that’s why it didn’t even occur to you as strange to blurt out, “i think i’m finally going to lose my virginity this weekend”

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ෆ Not So Innocent

Synopsis: Sweet and innocent girls like you are his favorite thing in this wretched world.

CW: f!reader, pro-soccer player!Bachira, cunnilingus, lowkey dirty talk + corruption kink, inexperienced + implied virgin reader, car sex. This is for my beloved @sleepysnk ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

When you go out with both your friends and his, Bachira can’t help but keep his eyes on you most of the time. The pretty little skirt and crop top, coupled by that cute little soft pink makeup on your eyes, and gloss on your lips—Bachira is unable to avert his gaze, making it easy to get caught by you (and literally everyone.)

His eyes are wide, your bright smile sends shivers down his spine as you jump happily over winning some fucking game that he doesn’t even know the name of—the stupid and embarrassed look on your face as you sit and listen to everyone unabashedly talking about their sexual life. 

The hookup culture that you never wanted to participate in, and the relationships that you’re always too afraid of being in. Bachira’s eyes never leave your face, he’s scrutinizing every little detail of your cute reactions that you keep failing to hide from everyone. He keeps his gaze on you as he talks about that one time he let one of his fans suck him off in the locker room. Smirking to himself when he realized that you’re sweating from how the heat of your body was creeping up your face from all the unnecessary details he began to spill.

Damn.

Sweet and innocent girls like you are his favorite thing in this wretched world.

Bachira cackles when Isagi begs him to stop. 

Bachira doesn’t think that you’ll ever manage to get out of your comfort zone—you don’t seem bold enough for any of this. Damnit, he really wishes he could be the first to watch the way you’d cry from being pleasured by something—someone other than your pretty little fingers.

-

The next time the friend group hangs out at a club, you find yourself clinging to Bachira’s side since the others were already fucking around with other people, or too busy dancing. And you think that maybe it’s the drinks, but his hands are definitely playing with the plush of your thighs. Squeezing and pinching all that he can. 

You feel heat pooling between your legs when he places his hand on your inner thigh, letting his palm rest there as he draws circles with his thumb while chatting with Chigiri. 

“Bachira…” your voice is weak, dimmed by the loud music too, but he hears you regardless. 

“Hm?” His head turns to you, a small smile playing on his lips as your foggy eyes blink slowly at him. He leans towards you, his lips purposely brushing along your jaw before he presses them near your ear. “Do you wanna go somewhere private?” Bachira whispers.

The smile on his lips is stretched into a grin when you nod at him, eyes wide and doe—his fingers tighten to squeeze your thigh, then he taps you gently as he stands. 

You don’t expect to end up in his car, but there you were in the back seats of his SUV—kissing him desperately as your hands touch around his body, a man’s body…something you’ve never seen nude nor touched in your entire life. You are puzzled at the way you become so fucking needy, your body craved him ardently, wishing to be touched by his firm hands. 

Bachira’s pupils are dilated as his golden orbs glow brightly when he looks at you. His eyes smile with him at the way you attempt to follow his lips after the kiss is broken. “Don’t be hasty,” Bachira says. 

You are silent, peering at him and watching the way he smiles down at you as he removes his shirt. You shyly raise your hips for him to drag down your skirt along with your panties; instantly clamping your thighs to hide your most intimate part. 

“I’ll have to see what I’m feasting on, no?” Bachira’s palms grab your knees, fighting against your shyness until you let him spread you apart. 

Clenching at the cool air as it hits your dripping wetness, the back of your hand is over your mouth as you peer at Bachira. He is watching you through narrowed eyes, he blows some air on you then licks a quick stripe over your clit—giggling softly at the way your shoulders shake from shuddering, he presses a kiss to the side of your vulva, a bit close to your inner thigh. 

“Grab my hair if you need to,” is the last thing you hear before you’re struck with sparks of pleasure. Your abdomen clenches at the warmth of his wet tongue as he flicks your clit hungrily, your eyes dip behind your head and your fingers find purchase in his hair—subconsciously gripping the soft, ebony locks. 

So sweet, Bachira thinks. Fuck, you taste so good. 

You take care of your body so much, yet you never give yourself to anyone. Why are you letting him have you in the backseats of his car? Bachira wonders if you’ve ever had those nasty little thoughts about him the same way he does about you. 

The possibility of this situation happening earlier than this makes Bachira’s cock throb painfully. 

He’s thankful to taste you—to be the first one to taste you; Bachira’s tongue swirls your clit, flicks it messily between every two long stripes. He squeezes your thighs as he pushes his face deeper into your pussy. 

Your thighs tremble and your toes curl as tight as the knot in your lower belly before it snaps, causing your back to arch tight and your jaw to slack as your eyes are screwed shut when you cum over his tongue. Bachira moans as he sucks on your inner folds, collecting your juices with his tongue to swallow them and relish in the taste that lingers on his taste buds. 

“Sweet girl,” he pressed his thumbs in the plush of your ass. “How was it?” Bachira asks, hovering over your sprawled form. 

Your eyes are glossed from your tears, yet you keep them open to gaze into his darkened ones. “So…good,” you say, and it’s breathless too. 

He leans to kiss your sweetness into your mouth—letting you have a taste of yourself; Bachira thinks that maybe you’ll understand why you deserve to be licked and fucked good. 

Your arms lazily wrap around him, feeling giddy at the way he kisses your tongue, and swirls his own over yours. His hand trails between your legs, he dips a finger into you to feel how wet you are, then he adds another to stretch you a bit as he pumps them into you. 

“Bachira—”

“Say Meguru,” he murmurs into your neck. 

You hum softly, swallowing thickly as you mutter out his name, “Meguru…”

“What is it baby?”

“I haven’t…I haven’t done this before.” Your voice is timid when you speak, and the way you look at him makes his heart clench from all the wicked thoughts that simmer in his brain.

“Oh of course you haven’t,” he giggles, not caring about the offense he’s stuck you with. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.” 

Your face feels hot—your body is burning hot as well, too exuberant to even speak your thoughts anymore. There is a real cock in front of you, it’s not from some porn video on your screen, and it’s not anyone else’s; it’s Bachira’s. 

Bachira Meguru, the boy you’ve crushed on since middle school, and grew up to watch him become a professional soccer player. 

Holy fuck, is all you can think of when Bachira squeezes his hard cock as he presses a thumb over the leaking tip. You part your thighs further, giving him more than enough space to settle between your legs. You think your brain has shut down the moment Bachira drags himself along your soaking folds—you feel the small bump of his protruding vein as it brushes your clit. 

“Meguru please—!” you cried, losing your (very little) self control as you held his wrist. Your cunt clenching at the sight of his sweat slicked abs and the clear precum shining on his tip. 

Bachira raises a brow, “didn’t I tell you to not be hasty?” he questions through a smile. 

When he enters you, you feel weird, there is an odd stretch that your walls aren’t used to. Not that you’re complaining, but fuck, his cock feels so good dragging along your tight walls. Your jaw is slacked from the curve of his cock as he kisses your g-spot repeatedly. 

Shit, it’s alien to you. It’s something you’ve never thought that you’ll experience, albeit all those videos that talk about how bad men are at finding your g-spot…they’ve become nothing but lies to you, because Bachira Meguru’s cock is stimulating that certain spot that has you seeing the stars inside his fucking car.

On another point of view, Bachira is so fucking sure that you’ve fucked yourself on something as big as him. To be specific, a pink jelly dildo that he always sees in those stupid porn pop us. Oh you definitely have done that, because a virgin like you wouldn’t be this good at handling cock on your first time. 

“Are you really a virgin?” He huffs out his question through his heavy breathing. 

Your gaze is weak as you struggle to hold eye contact, “I am—!” Your choked out answer is convincing, so he chortles lightly—taking your left ankle and pushing it high until your foot is on the roof. Bachira’s pounding becomes heavier, speedy as well; he brings his right hand to slap your boob, laughing at the small yelp, then he presses his thumb over your clit. He watches the way your eyes cross briefly before you screw them tightly, biting your lip as though you’d be able to muffle out your moans. 

A virgin and innocent pussy doesn’t suck cock this greedily on a first time. Maybe you’ve lost your virginity to your dildo, honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised. 

“I wonder what toys you’re hiding.” You hear him giggle, his voice is nothing but a whisper in the back of your head as you’re too wrecked from all this warmth that’s building up in you. 

His hips snap into you harshly as he watches the way you break your back into an arch when he circles your clit. 

“Butt plugs, maybe?” He snickers, “are you even brave enough for those?” Bachira tilts his head to the side, he uses your calf to wipe the sweat from his cheek before he bites you—moaning against your leg when your pussy flutters on him, squeezing him harshly until his hips stammer with each roll.

“I have…those,” you manage to stutter out through your whimpers. “I tried—one time, it hurt so much.”

Your blurry eyes caught the manic grin on his face as he spoke, “you really are a dirty girl in secret, aren’t you?” he murmurs, there is a menacing glint in his tone. 

Bachira can’t wait to finish this round so he can go for another, and another, and another—until your body breaks from being folded into every position you never thought you'd be in. And he certainly can’t wait to teach you all the things he can do to your body.

©kenruu

If something doesn’t make sense, keep your mouth shut or I’ll blow my brains out. 😞‼️

Toxic ex husband gojo getting us pregnant is such a superior thought 😩

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 | 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

cw/ tw. fem!reader, mildly dubious consent, jealousy, unprotected sex, mentions of trying to get pregnant, cheating (but not with Gojo and reader), manipulation (kinda), obsessive behavior, breeding kink, reader's bf is an oc, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby) | wc. 800+

an. mmk hear me out on this.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. 

“Yeah…he’s nice.” You rattle on about how you met your boyfriend, Rin, through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, and wants kids—

He smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

But if you weren’t so up in the air about bumping into your ex after several months of silence—since his mom invited you over for the holidays—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who starts showing up in odd places after that.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—when has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

The second time is while you’re walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here. The one up on the hill,” he tells you. 

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it before, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard.

According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks, “You want to see it?”

Obviously, you shouldn’t say yes.

“Sure.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen, something you’ve always wanted, he eyes you questioningly. “So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Gojo matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s good.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who suggests dinner—friends can have dinner together, can’t they?—which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, the house, that he avoids any conversation around Rin, that maybe he’s trying to—

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.

He chuffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse. 

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. “Such a pretty wet pussy, fuck.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into your slick cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see you can still take it.”

Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells in your head, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.