Sp1tw1tch - ᥎ᥲᥒі𝗍ᥡ

being degraded and praised at the same time :

“such a pretty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“so eager to be ruined by me. such a good girl.”

“how can such a pretty mouth say such dirty things?”

“taking my cock like the good little bitch you are.”

PLEASE.

Warnings: cursing

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~Accidental Reunions~

Miya Atsumu

"Shut up Osamu" The setter muttered in irritation towards his twin who was laughing at his absolute humiliation. Osamu never had something he could tease his brother with that would so easily pick at his nerves, but he finally found his new subject. The reason for all Miya Atsumus teasing. You.

The recent discovery that one of their MSBY Black Jackals teammates was crushing hard on the young, pretty librarian who was sitting in the stands at one of their games had left the team in shambles. It was highly unusual for Atsumu to develop crushes on anyone, but when he saw you in the crowd he had physically felt his heart stop.

The two of you had went to high school together. You could never forget the boy that was Miya Atsumu. He was tall, handsome and Captain of the Inarizaki High Volleyball team when he was a 3rd year and you were in your 2nd. He had never noticed you. Obviously. You weren't the sociable type. You had a small group of friends and by small you meant two. You always had your head in a book. And by some horrible turn of events someone upstairs had decided to give you bad eyesight, crooked teeth and acne. Hence the glasses, braces and multiple face masks. High-school for you was just your awkward phase and even though you had the biggest crush on the blonde Miya twin back then, you knew there was no chance in hell that he would've actually noticed you.

Atsumu had recognized you the minute he saw you in the crowd. The pretty girl who used to sit in his math class because she was too advanced for her own years. The girl that would lend him pencils and help him when he used to get stuck on number problems without any judgment. The girl who had reached into her bag and given him her granola bar because he's stomach had growled in class the day he missed breakfast. He hadn't seen you in years. He would never admit to the small infatuation he used to have on you in high school. Constantly looking for ways to talk to you but you were too smart for the likes of him and eventually he would just give up and settle for watching you from the sidelines.

Osamu had known about this crush for years of course. You were all his brother would talk about for months in high school so when he had followed his twins gaze to the pretty brunette in the stands he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I can't believe it! First girl you ever had a crush on attends the first game of the season. That's a sign. Oh and look at that she's looking right at you"

Atsumu felt his heart tumble when your pretty eyes found his and you held his stare. He watched mezmerised when a small smile curved at your lips and you lifted your hand to give him a cautious wave. He felt giddy. You noticed him. You remembered him. He was going to have to shove off these butterflies before he starts playing or else it was going to be a shitty start to what was supposed to be a good season.

"You know he hasn't taken his eyes off you" Your friend Akira whispered during half time and you turned to look at her.

"Who?" But you knew exactly who she was talking about because your eyes hadn't left him. You watched him play with enthusiasm and everytime their team had scored his eyes would move to the crowd, find yours and he'd smile like that point was made just for you. You knew it was your imagination but still you couldn't help the little tatters of your heart.

"Oh come on! You know exactly who I'm talking about. Does Miya Atsumu know you?" The question made you pause. Did he? Sure you were in the same math class but the fact that he would remember you all these years later was impossible. Right?

"We went to high school together" You murmured.

"Shut up! Were you guys a thing??" Akira grabbed your arm and shook you.

"Uhm no we hardly spoke at all" You turned your attention back to the game and blocked out Akiras excited babbles. This was beginning starting to make you feel like a teenager again.

They had won. They had fucking won! Atsumu was tackled by an excited Bokuto who's screams merged with the crowds.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fucking killed that man! We're celebrating! Tonight" But he wasn't listening. His eyes for what felt like the hundreth time tonight found yours and he visibly melted at the proud grin you were shooting his way. He had to talk to you. He had to.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, man. I gotta go do something first" You watched as the setter slid away from his teammate and made A beeline towards where you were standing . You froze. Was he coming to talk to you?"

"Y/n I'm going to go talk to my friend real quick" Akira squealed knowingly and left you just as the blonde boy came to stand in front of you

"Y/n?" Your eyes widened comically. Did he just say your name or did you imagine it

"Miya." You sounded breathless. Oh fuckity fuck man "That was a great game. You played brilliantly"

He rubbed the back of his neck flushing at your praise and shrugged "It was nothing. Its really good to see you. How-" He cleared his throat "How have you been?"

"Great! Thanks for asking. How've you been?" You asked.

"Better now." You flushed like a school girl "You want to grab a drink with me? Catch up?"

"Uhm sure" You mumbled and he grinned motioning you to walk out of the stadium with him.

"What? Right now? Don't you want to celebrate with you team?" You asked when he grabbed your hand to help you down the staircase.

"Not really. I rather celebrate with you. You look pretty by the way" He said the last sentence quietly and you laughed

"Yes I'm alot better than what I was in high school"

"You were beutiful in high school" He Defended harshly and then clamped his mouth shut when the words spilled. Your walk along the concrete path came to a dead stop.

"Don't lie Atsumu. I was hideous. It's okay I've accepted it" You felt his arm tug you so he could look at you straight in the eye.

"You listen l/n y/n, you were gorgeous in high school and you're even more gorgeous right now. And I don't want to hear it because I'm only supposed to start flattering you when we're in the restaurant so you'll agree to go out with me. You're ruining my game plan"

You physically buzzed. Did he always have this way of making you feel like a school girl . You laughed incredulously making him smile.

"You don't have to flatter me. I'll go out with you regardless " He grabbed your hand again, linking your fingers he smiled to himself.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I have years to make up for"

It's Time To Do Your Thing

Day Ten: Cockwarming | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: There's just something about a manipulative authority figure... right? Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, cockwarming, manipulation, coercion, praise, strip tease??, vaginal penetration, choking//collaring (he uses his tie), dacryphilia. Words: 1.9k

“Sit still for me sweetheart.” your superior commanded.

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!” you cried.

Nanami had invented a way to manipulate you into fucking him. And honestly; he was pretty proud of himself. When he approached you last week and offered some one-on-one training, you jumped at the chance. He may not be able to perform domain expansions like Gojo, but he’s still an amazing sorcerer. Who were you to turn down additional support? You’d do anything to get ahead in your career, and the better you were at using Jujutsu, the better help you’d be for your students.

You were grateful, albeit a little confused when he didn’t invite you out to go curse hunting. Instead, he drove you to his apartment. But that’s okay… Right? He probably has tools and things here he needs to get before he heads out. Although you’ve never actually seen him use anything besides that blunt, wrapped sword. But that’s okay too, just because he doesn’t use any other weapon isn’t to say he doesn’t have other weapons. It’s the only logical explanation as to why you were in his apartment right now. He was finding a spare tool just for you!

Alas, that suspicion was dashed as you watched Nanami remove his tie, calmly. Before you could ask what he was doing, he tied the spotty yellow accessory around your neck. You would have objected; but you were just totally lost for words at what was happening. When there was a secure knot around your neck, he tugged you closer to him.

“Please remove your clothes… Slowly.” he demanded. He backed away to form a gap between you both. He wanted to see you do as you were instructed and enjoy the display. He began unbuttoning the top button of his cobalt blue shirt.

“I don’t—”

“Speak up if you have something to say.” he interjected, insulting your whispering tone. You couldn’t help it. Your throat practically closed all on its own. “Confidence plays a role in Jujutsu, you know.”

“I d-don’t- why are you- how is this going to help?” you stuttered. His vision sharpened in on you. The stuttering displeased him, immensely. “I’m just not sure how removing our clothes is going to make me a better sorcerer.

“Are you questioning me?”

“N-No! I just—” you choked as you found yourself being dragged closer to the blonde man before you once again. He looked down sternly into your eyes, his lips in a tight line as he planned his next words. You knew he was preparing to chew you out. But what he was actually doing was attempting to come up with a plausible lie to manipulate you into thinking this is acceptable conduct from a superior.

“Jujutsu is all about endurance. Whoever has the weakest will to go on, less energy to fight, will lose. This is to help you. But if you’re too selfish…” he trailed off, knowing the idle threat of removing the opportunity from you would have you at his beck and call.

“’m not selfish! ‘m sorry Nanami, just didn’t understand! Please… Please help me. I’m so grateful, promise.” you whimpered pathetically. You even began to remove your clothing for him, just as he’d asked. Better late than never, he supposes.

He joins you in continuing to take off more articles of clothing. He’s satisfied with the speed you find yourself naked. While shirtless, he pauses to inspect your body. He has waited an awfully long time to see you like this. In this vulnerable, intimate state. And you’re too dense to realise it’s all a rouse. But he’ll never tell, and he’s sure you’ll keep it secret too. God forbid any of the higher ups discover his sick little plan. If you’re both careful, both smart about this, you could probably do this forever. You feel a little embarrassed under his harsh gaze, using your arms to cover whatever intimate areas as best you can. He tuts once and shakes his head.

“Don’t do that. You have a fine body, beautiful in fact.” he admits. You don’t really want to uncover yourself, but you do as he asks regardless. He raises his index finger, whistling as he spins it through the air. You obey his speechless command and spin around. You’re unsure if he wants you to do a 360˚ or 180˚. “Stop.” he speaks while your back is facing him.

He comes up behind you, palming his hands over the fat of your right ass cheek. He knows you’re only doing it because you’re uncomfortable, but he’s revelling in the way you’re squirming around under his touch. Has it been a while for you, perhaps? Just as it had been quite some time for him? You yip as you feel his palm collide with your soft flesh.

“I want you to remove my trousers and underwear for me.” he informs you. You’re spun around to be facing him, and soon he’s pressing down on your shoulders, indicating that he wants you on your knees. He doesn’t want his cock sucked. He knows exactly what he wants. But it will come, all in good time. He just wants to see how far you’ll go for this, for him.

Trembling fingers are working at the complexities of the material that his cock is straining against. He doesn’t mind that you are fumbling and taking too long. He knows this is a lot for you to handle out of the blue. He can see in the way your whole body shakes that you’re terrified, but he’ll be gentle with you – mostly.

Finally his member springs free and thumps against his chiselled body. Even he cracks a little smile on that serious expression when he notices your eyes bulge in fascination. The little patches of drool forming in the corner of your mouth don’t go unnoticed either.

It’s so pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. If Nanami didn’t know any better, he’d thinking you were falling in love. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely salivating over his dick like this. What else were you meant to do? The tip was pink and pretty, the type of pink that makes you feel giddy. The head wasn’t particularly large, but had a beautifully distinct mushroom shape. The slit was delectable, too. A gorgeous hole that you wanted nothing more than to tease with your tongue. And it was already leaking for you. So pearly and drippy. The length was admirable, too. It was a just perfect girth; and not too veiny. Two distinct veins ran along the underside his his length.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to have it, to taste it. But before you could swallow him up, he yanked on your makeshift leash and tugged you away from his erection.

“Not today.”

“But—”

“This is business, not pleasure, remember?” he reminded you. You nodded, dumbly. How could you be so stupid? It was so amusing to him. His sweet, naïve girl. “When I sit down, you’re going to sink yourself down onto me.” he instructed. You squinted at him in confusion, it seemed like an over explanatory way of saying he wanted to have sex with you.

“You want me to ride you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Because that is what it sounds like he wants, but he shakes his head. What a silly girl you are. There’s more to life than fucking.

“I just want your cunt wrapped around me.”

Your knees were either side of his thighs as your pussy enveloped his desperate, wanting cock. It shocked you that Nanami was such a gentle kisser, very sweet and tender. Even as he moved from your lips to other parts of your body, he was never rough with you. Featherlight kisses worked down to your neck, your shoulders, and eventually the soft flesh of your breasts.

This is the extent of your encounter, this is all you’d been doing with him for the last half an hour. His lips and wet tongue felt perfect around your protruding nipples; but now it was nowhere near close to enough. You were so full, full of him, and yet there was no relief. His cock head was nuzzled in snuggly against your g-spot. It would be so easy for him to fuck up into you, granting both the release you desperately craved. But he had forbade it. He stilled your attempt at riding him by digging his fingers into your hips and slamming you back down in place.

“Sit still for me sweetheart.”

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!”

It was embarrassing. Wriggling around in his lap like a desperate virgin. It was out of your control now. Your cunt was soaking wet because of him and he could feel the way your sopping walls clenched around him. Even he has to admit that he can barely hold himself back anymore.

“You’re never going to reach my level if you can’t endure. A little pathetic aren’t you, hm?” he taunts. It’s mean an unnecessary, but it’s all part of a larger scheme. If you feel like you’ve failed, you’ll be desperate to do it again and prove him wrong. And he can keep up this charade for as long as he can get away with.

“I- I can’t! Nanami please, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me! I need it, need it s’bad!” you are nearly screaming as you beg and plead with him to make your dreams a reality. He hushes you as he repositions himself ever so slightly. He needs to get a more comfortable angle if he wants you to see what he’s truly capable of. Nanami kisses the shell of your ear a few times and coos. He’s going to make it better, he’s going to make you feel better.

“So obedient for me angel, aren’t you?” he whispers to you, bouncing you lightly on the length of his cock. It’s not enough, you know it and he knows it. He’s just getting started. He picks up the pace as he aligns his mouth to whisper into your ear once again. “You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for cock.” the vibrations of his voice traverse directly into your ear canal and make you shudder. He grunts harshly as his whispering results in your cunt clamping him in a vice grip once again.

“Wanna be a good girl… Wanna be a good sorcerer!” you explain. He shushes you again and praises you for your determination. His thumbs are put to use when tears spill from your eyes; the pleasure of his cock finally pleasing you feeling so heavenly and so intense all in one.

“Good girls… Good sorcerers can endure their training. Good girls aren’t desperate to get fucked by their superiors.” he hums. He does feel a little guilty. He’s chastising you for no good reason, after all. He wanted this just as much as you did – if not more so, in fact. But the way you sniffle at his words dashes any guilt he felt. You really are a good girl.

“’m sorry N-Nanami. I’ll do- I’ll do better n-next time! Promise!” you stutter, hoping to get your point across. You know you’re understood when his index finger and thumb find your chin, tilting your face to his. His lips meet yours in another sweet, delicate kiss.

“Ah, yes.” he begins, “Clever girl. Next time.”

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Gojo fuckers This ur man ?

pecks are nice but the kind of kisses i like are the ones that are so numbing and have your heart pounding against your ribcage from the lack of oxygen in your lungs. like the type of kisses that have you gushing in your panties untouched by their hands when you’ve only been grinding against their thigh or their stomach when you’re in their lap during the makeout session. or the ones that hold your breath or swallow your moans when you cum. or the ones that are slow after praising you for doing really well and holding out…. but pecks are nice too i guess….