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stay soft by mitski
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cw’s!!: some angst and fem! reader (reader is referred to as a woman and uses she/her pronouns) :]
wc: 916 (my longest posted yet!!!)
imagining shigaraki who announces to the league that he found a temporary place to stay a few weeks after the base gets destroyed, answering zero questions as to how exactly he found a place for a group of villains to stay after they had seemingly exhausted all of their options (“someone owed me a favor” was all he had said. none of them believed him).
they’re all confused when they arrive at a relatively residential neighborhood. they’re even more confused when their boss walks up to the front door of a random house as if he’s done it a thousand times before (he has. he’d always crawl back to this doorstep, always looking a little small and wounded).
and — not to be repetitive — but imagine their shock when the sweetest looking woman opens the door. you. you’re all smiles and sugar, giving their boss a wide smile before greeting the rest of them and inviting them inside. they’re practically gawking at the way you dote on them as if they’re normal houseguests and not a group of strangely dressed villains.
the blonde girl and the two men in masks are the only ones that introduce themselves (himiko, jin, and ‘compress’. you recognized them from tomuras previous explanations. he thought they were all pains in their own right, you couldn’t bring yourself to agree). the others stay close by tomura, allowing him to guide them through the new environment (as if they had much of a choice). he hadn’t said a word since the nice woman opened the door, even ignoring spinners insistent, whispered questions.
tomura suddenly stops, gesturing to three doors. “we’re taking up these two rooms, the garage, and the living room.” he points to the last door in the hallway. “that’s the bathroom. figure it out amongst yourselves.” he explained flatly, making his way back to the main area of the house with nothing else said. they were left with more questions than when they had initially gotten there.
their boss had settled into a couch by the time they wandered back into the main area, slouched against an armrest with that blank look he wore whenever he was lost in thought. you had taken to the more talkative three, smiling softly as you answered their questions while offering them mugs of something warm (you couldn’t help the softened look in your eyes when you saw the brief shock in their expressions at the gesture).
it was quiet for a while after that. peaceful, even… until you dropped a mug while trying to tidy up your kitchen. it had been a while since the league had seen their boss suddenly so alert, no hesitation in his movements when he briskly made his way into the kitchen. they had braced themselves to hear yelling or some form of harshness. anything to express his displeasure towards the sudden interruption to his thoughts. only, that’s not what happened. at all, actually.
you were a little more frantic, murmuring soft apologies while crouched down and picking up the larger shards of ceramic. only the three at the table could see what was going on, but the quiet way everything was handled was enough for everyone to connect some dots. tomura hadn’t said anything, simply moving down to your level to help you pick up the bigger shards.
when he finally spoke, it was like witnessing a different person. ‘soft’ was an adjective the league wasn’t familiar with. they didn’t have the privilege of really knowing what that word meant… they understood it better now though, with the way their boss was reassuring you in a quiet voice. his words were scolding as per usual, (even you weren’t immune to his small lectures urging you to ‘be more careful’) but he said them with a lightness none of them had heard before.
and then you touched him and suddenly they understood (those who witnessed it, of course). the contact was brief, just a small, grateful squeeze to his shoulder. something so easily overlooked by the general population… but they knew their boss well. they knew the weight of the small gesture. it was so painfully normal, he didn’t even blink an eye at the small touch.
the three at the table — who usually had had so much to say — could only spare each other small, knowing glances. the others that had settled on the couch still looked expectant, as if waiting for the storm that was soon to come pouring down (they could’ve waited years, it was never going to happen).
the league stood at your house for two weeks after that, the interactions between you and the members short but sweet. tomura had bunked in the garage, walking into the house throughout the night with the weak excuse of having to use the bathroom.
they decided not to call him out on his lie.
you remained kind even as they were leaving, wishing them well and softly urging them to stay safe. only himiko noticed the look you and tomura shared as he walked past you. a secret something she was sure only the two of you knew the meaning of. she found herself foolishly hoping that the pretty lady who had taken care of them would be okay.
you found yourself foolishly hoping to see them again (in another life, maybe. things would be better then.)
okay so hi. it ended up angsty LMAO pls don’t hate me
hey soooo ik i got popular on this blog for jjk but like….. what if i offered some shigaraki fluff…….. what then……… (i’ll post later tn if i’m able to finish it up :p)
omg normal people dni actual PERVERTS and DEPRAVED WEIRDOS with GROSS ABNORMAL EROTIC FIXATIONS only
my bsf sent me this tweet and said “🫵 WRITING PROMPT” so i said suguru fucking a non sorcerer obviously
cw’s: dubcon, slightttt coercion (he fucks u as payment :]), and degradation (obvsss)
mdni obvs!! ^^
he’d be so pissed, fucking you like you’re less than human — because to him, that’s exactly what you are.
we all know how suguru sees non-sorcerers, so when he feels this almost nasty pang of desire towards you he feels like he’s going insane. you had come to him just like every other piece of scum, close to tears and begging for his help with some “invisible force” that was tormenting you.
you had a pretty nasty curse attached to you, so when he exorcised it you felt the weight being lifted off of your shoulders and you almost sobbed at the relief you felt. you were pretty, that was hard for even suguru to deny. his body didn’t deny it either and suddenly he was extremely grateful for the thick fabric of his robes.
it was purely coincidence that you had to come back a couple weeks later, right?
you were so apologetic the second time around, insisting on donating to his organization for the inconvenience. he only refused your offer, claiming that next time he would take your payment. you only tilted your head in confusion.
“‘next time’?” your voice was pretty without even trying. airy and soft and so oblivious as to what was currently happening to you.
“ah, well these things tend to be quite… stubborn. you understand, don’t you?” how were you supposed to refute his logic?
you accepted his words without argument, simply nodding in response. you thanked him one last time before leaving. he attached one last curse to you. weaker than the first but stronger than the second. the usual routine.
despite his forewarning, you were even more apologetic this time around. it’s fine though! now was the time for you to finally pay him back.
“you’re not special, you understand me? you—” he pushed your head down so you were in a mean arch, a small sob leaving you at the new angle. his mushroomed tip was mercilessly tapping against the spongey spot inside of you, every thrust forcibly taking the breath out of your lungs.
“— you’re scum. just a stain on this earth and a burden to every sorcerer you come across.” he growled by your ear. you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but how were you supposed to dwell on that when he was pounding into you like that?
he gazed down at you, at your teary eyes and swollen lips. he hadn’t even kissed you, refusing to share such an intimate act with someone so much lower than him.
he didn’t feel nearly as disgusted as he was expressing. if anything, he felt a nauseating coil of fondness settle in his stomach. you were just so pretty. he would’ve thought you were an angel if it weren’t for the differences in status.
his hand gripped at the back of your hair, wrenching your top half upwards so his lips were by your ear when he leaned forward. “i could kill you on a whim, i should kill you. you’d be better off dead.” he gritted by your ear. you believed him.
“why don’t you thank me for keeping you alive, hm? for letting you live to see another day.” his voice took on that sweet tone he used to use with you, the same one that pushed for you to come back whenever you needed assistance. the same one that refused your money out of kindness. that gentle, flirtatious facade that hid his distaste for your kind so easily.
your nose crinkled in a small grimace as you tried to obey his demand, stammered ‘thank you’s leaving your lips like a prayer. the warmth in his stomach only grew at your compliance, which only seemed to piss him off more. why was he feeling such adoration for a non-sorcerer? it was scary sickening.
his thrusts slowly started losing their rhythm, his touches becoming more desperate than mean. “fuck— why can’t you just die? it’d make everything—” his voice broke before he took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady it. “— it’d make everything so much easier.”
“please just die. please.” his words broke off into a whimper as he filled you up, his pelvis pressed flush to your ass as if he was trying to keep himself as deep as possible.
he glanced down at his softening cock, his breaths ragged as he spread your lips apart to get a better look at how your pussy greedily took him in.
he couldn’t kill you if you had the chance of getting pregnant with his child, could he? he’d just have to keep you around now, what a pity. oh well.
need him to impregnate me NEOWWWWW
He’s finished
(so have I 👀)
reblogging this bc it’s so cute and TMMRWS MY BDAY YAYYY 19 on the 19th is so cute and aesthetic
☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.
you’re woken up by a kiss.
gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.
“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.
“it’s midnight.”
“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder.
“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.
“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.
“and it also means it’s a new day already.”
“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.
satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.
“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.
The "cries when he first puts it in" club
ow. owwww. i jerked backwards on the left one so she had to take out the needle and repierce bc the placement was wrong. ow.
i’m getting my nips pierced tmmrw. i am so scared. so nervy.
hi this is how i would write toji x virgin reader btw. if i ever get to it. haha.
i like the virginity kink and stuff, its cool, like woah 25 year old reader who still hasnt had sex and is shy and inexperienced their first time
but when its with a super cool virgin reader who does not give a fuck about loosing or keeping their virginity and someone tries to tease them, but they just flirt back with 'aww, you thinkin' about me? wanna take my virginity or somethin' buddy??' i go a little crazy
i’m getting my nips pierced tmmrw. i am so scared. so nervy.
no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
shiu calling toji doll and baby. holy fuck. i’m literally gnawing at the fucking walls HELPPP HELPPPPPPP
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
toji “i’m not gay” fushiguro letting shiu fuck him (not in a gay way because he’s def not gay)
“fuuuuuck.” toji groans, digging his heels into the sheets where he has his knees bent. shiu’s hand around his cock is so tight, stroking him off steadily while he eats him out.
toji burries his hand in shius hair and grips the strands roughly, making shiu grunt against his ass. “fuck, so rough. this is how you say thank you for eating your ass?” he teases, kissing his thigh before sucking on his balls while teasing toji’s cockhead with his fingers.
toji sucks air in through his teeth, eyes fluttering. “don’t kiss me, and you know you like it.” he yanks on shius hair again, emphasizing his words when he grunts in pleasure, lips popping off of his balls.
“so i can burry my tongue here?” shiu says, sucking and licking against his hole, making toji buck against his face. shiu shakes his head back and forth, letting his tongue sloppily lick him down there, before he pulls back. “but i can’t kiss you?”
“it’s fucking weird, i’m not a woman.” toji grunts, slapping shius hand out of the way to jerk himself off when he goes too slow for his liking.
shiu smirks predatorily and climbs up the bed, taking his own cock in his hand while he slides himself between tojis legs. “no, you definitely aren’t.” he agrees, teasing tojis hole with the tip of his cock by rubbing it up at down.
toji bites his lip, jerking his dripping cock faster. “hurry up, don’t have all day.” he grunts, squeezing shius waist with his knees.
shiu presses the tip of his cock against his hole harder, teasing him to the tip before pulling back out. “what if i want to hear you beg?” shiu teases, nudging toji’s balls with his cock and making him groan.
“i’m not begging for your cock, i’m not gay.” toji grunts, reaching down to grip shuis thigh while undulating his hips up and down.
shiu smiles and drags his cock back to tojis asshole, finally giving him what he wants. toji groans long and low, gripping the base of his cock in an iron hold to prevent himself from cumming prematurely while he presses his lips together, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“my cock is in your ass, zenin.” shiu says, pulling out to give toji a shallow thrust. toji immediately grunts when he finds that sweet spot inside him right away.
“so?” he replies breathily, begining to stroke his cock when shiu starts pumping into him steadily.
shiu wraps his arms around tojis thick thighs, holding them to his chest before he starts to pick up the pace, balls slapping welty against tojis ass as he pounds his hole. “you said you’re not gay, but you let me put my cock in your ass.”
tojis eyes are rolling back in his head, and he grits his teeth, reaching up with one hand to pinch his sensitive nipple while stroking himself off. shiu pounds right against his prostate with each thrust, making his stomach heat. “shut the fuck up. fuck. shit, fuck that feels fucking good.”
shiu bites his lip before poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, leaning back to angle his hips upwards more. he’s rewarded by a loud grunt from toji when he pegs his prostate dead on. the slapping of his balls against tojis ass is so vulgar and aggressive, he loves it.
“feels good when a cock massages your prostate, huh?” shiu teases, watching toji act like a slut on his cock, pinching his nipples and tightening his hole like a pro.
“doesn’t- make me fucking gay, fuck!!” he borderline yells when shiu presses his legs down by his head, lifting his ass off the mattress as he starts pounding him deep.
“god, i’m in ur fucking stomach zenin. you like that doll? huh?”
his only response is tojis hand smacking against his lips to shut him up. shiu darts his tongue out and instantly is met with the taste of his salty cum. toji is still pinching his nipples, but he let his cock go to shut him up. now it’s bouncing freely against his stomach, so red and hard, almost ready to burst. shiu wants so badly to suck it down his throat and relieve his ache.
“give it to me harder, know you can do better than that, cmon.” toji grunts. shius balls throb when toji slaps his ass before digging his nails into the fat of it, still pinching his nipple so hard it looks borderline painful.
“your hole is so tight, zenin. you feelin it? cos im gonna cum.”
toji starts fucking him back harder, cock slapping well against his stomach, leaving a pool of pre on his abdomen. “you’re such a- one minute man, make me cum first. selfish- fucking-“ tojis mouth falls open in a silent moan when shiu stars pounding harder, deeper, faster.
tojis cock erupts, his balls pushing out his cum all over his torso as he orgasms handsfree. his seed shoots all over his chest, some even getting on his chin as he tips his head back and groans like his soul is leaving his body.
“oh yeah baby, fuuuck. milking my fucking cock. god you’re so sexy cumming without touching your dick. fuck!!” shiu isn’t far behind him. he presses his body weight down on toji and stills as he spills his seed inside his tight asshole, grunting when rope after rope fills him.
both men breath heavily coming down from their orgasms. shius head is burried in tojis neck, and toji curses at him when shiu kisses his chest. pushing off of his body, still inside him, he teasingly thrusts his softening cock inside his ass. “think it’s gay to have an ass full of cum, zenin?”
shigaraki dead FOR NOTHINGGGG iktr
twitter in shambles, bakudeku found shot behind a parking lot, ochako STILL a closeted lesbian with a dead ass girlfriend, bakugou rejected, deku straightmaxxing, todoroki listened to the devil and cut his hair, hawks looking like the plucked chicken i have in my fridge, mirio's no.1 but his wig's a FLOP, touya dead for NOTHING, shigaraki's fine ass dead for NOTHING,
tdbkdk is actually the air i breathe. i couldn’t live without them.
oh i’m so in love w him. so so in love.
we can’t talk about long hair without talking about choso.
choso with his hair down, locks sleep-tousled and fanned across his pillow. his bangs have been getting long lately, now kissing the button of his nose.
choso who styles his hair so meticulously. who always has hair ties on his wrist (perfect for when you need to borrow one). who lets you braid his hair so prettily— so long as you kiss his forehead when you’re done.
he wants a lipstick stain.
choso who sweeps his bangs out of his face when he’s trying to cook or indulging in spa day. choso who pins his bangs back with a little headband (a fabric tiger-ear headband, to match yuji’s) or little bobby pins. loose hairs always fly out to stick up, but he looks cute any way.
choso who sits so patiently on the edge of the tub as you trim his ends. who trusts you with every fibre in his body, who— despite shaking like a dog every time you mention the hairdresser— lets you do whatever you’d like. even if it means being a little scared.
suggestive under the cut. 18+, mdni.
choso who begs for your hands in his hair. who whimpers at the first contact— at the drag of your nails up the side of his neck. choso whose pupils dialate wildly as your fingers tangle in the roots at the back of his skull. whose heartbeat is so loud, you can feel the thrum through his scalp.
choso who gets hard from you playing with his hair. it’s not his fault the electricity shoots from your fingers straight to his dick. choso who flushes up so prettily, pale cheeks blotchy with embarrassment as he looks at anything but you. especially as he palms at his cock discreetly over his jeans.
choso who thinks you don’t notice.
bad boy.
choso who loves to be dragged around by his pigtails. who loves to be manhandled— shoved to his knees and pulled face-first into your crotch. choso who looks up at you with those big glassy eyes as he kisses the seam between your clothed legs, dragging that cute little nose up your pelvis. choso who mouths so fervently right where you need it, who humps the air as you whisper praises with a fist around his roots.
choso who shies away when you’re ontop of him. choso who, behind those bangs, is a little teary; whose lower lip wobbles as he pulls it in between his teeth to muffle his little noises ‘cause it just feels too good. choso who lets you brush the hair out of his face to kiss him. who only cries a little into your mouth when you tuck his bangs behind his ear.
choso who is perfect.
I AM BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND SOBBING
Y'all ever think how intimate taking off Tomu's hands would be?
i luv them sm they make me cry
yea im eating him
best friend!ino is such a desperate loser for you, and he’s hardly ashamed of it. always at your beck and call and ready to serve—need a wedding date? he’s buying a suit. need a night off? he’ll finish up any paperwork you’ve got to do. need to destress after a long day? use him like a sex toy until you’re satisfied.
you thought he was joking when he first offered. but you were pent up and he was looking you straight in the eyes and asking—no, begging—to be used by you. takuma, you realised very quickly, will do anything to please you.
and he loves knowing he’s making you feel good. with you laid out on clean sheets, his hair tickling the insides of your thighs as he makes out with your pussy like he’s in love with it, which he is. moans as he eats you out, watching you through his lashes for any sign that you’re enjoying the way his tongue feels lapping at your clit.
he’s messy, strings of spit connecting him to you as he pulls back to tell you just how perfect you are. so he can watch his fingers plunge into you, curl upwards and bring you to orgasm. he never makes you wait, never makes you beg—he’d rather die than deny you anything.
and if you let him fuck you, feel you from the inside out, he’s just as eager to please. lets you ride him, control the pace and timing and keep him in check because he gets overexcited and too rough and fast sometimes. he can’t help it, though, you make him restless.
how good you feel wrapped around his aching cock, tip red and sore and desperate to fill you up with him cum. he has to do anything to keep himself from cumming—anything to hold out long enough for you to use him to his full potential. god he wants to be good for you, he’ll bite his lip and do math in his head and think about anything but the way you sink down on him and move your hips in painfully slow rolling waves of melting lust and—
he doesn’t realise you want him to come undone until he’s emptying his balls inside of you with teary eyes and choked apologies. your smile, though, tells him that you’ve been given exactly what you want. because when you kiss his forehead and push him back down into the mattress, takuma is met with another roll of your hips and the dawning realisation that you’re going to overstimulate his poor cock until you’re bored of the way he fills you so fucking deep it hurts.
he can take it, though. even if he can’t—he will. anything to make you feel good.
for my tumblr crush @creamflix
hey. hi. wtf. anyways toji and shiu meowww
"biiiig stretch baby" as my friend slips into your other hole
okay hi here to tell another story that happened to me and connect it to a character LMAO except this time i’m switching up the fandom on yall so….. srry (not rlly ^^)
so i work fast food (gross) as a cashier (even grosser) and this guy comes in right. i’m sooo bad at eye contact (autism) so i usually keep my eyes on the register or their hands or literally anywhere but their face!! but i take a glance at this guy and he’s like. definition of a loser, like vaguely suggestive anime girl tshirt and all right.
so idk whyyy but my brain decided to fully lock in on this poor man so i grab what he needed and hand it to him. this man is like significantly taller than me btw!!! so i look up at him when he thanks me (full eye contact!!!) and give him the sweetest smile i can muster and tell him ur welcome.
WHEN I TELL U this man was alr staring at me before i even looked up and gave the shyest most like receptive smile i think ive ever seen a man give me i was like oh!! heheheheheheh
anyways connecting this to shigaraki in my brain bc tell me he wouldn’t fold for a pretty girl that smiled at him like that like plssssss
hihihi guyssss!!
mdni!! <3
just here to say that satoru would fall into a five minute long giggle fit after cumming rlly hard. like voice cracking, stomach hurting, tears in his eyes giggling. and don’t u even dare look at him as he’s going thru this bc he’ll only start laughing harder. hes delirious and pussydrunk and just fully braindead so don’t even question him!! ^^ he would never laugh at u dw ^3^
chat i got my tongue pierced and all i can think abt is choso
not even like him eating u out or u sucking his dick with the piercing in!! just messy make out sessions a couple days after he gets it pierced. he’s all drooly and his tongue is still sore so it’s soooo easy to take control, basically shoving ur tongue down his throat and all he can do is whine at the feeling.
ugggh just choso w a tongue piercing. yum.
Not everything needs old woman Yuri in it
You're like a terrorist to me
ugh i’m such a whore for soft smut w nanami!!!!! literally in luv w him he’s so husband
Nanami is aware of the effect he has on women. It’s not that he minds the attention, it’s just that he feels it is hard to live up to certain expectations. He’s overheard friends (Gojo) talking about getting choked, getting their hair pulled. He sees the eyes he gets when he’s in a suit. He’s very secure in his masculinity, but he feels he is not the tough, commanding man he seems to come off as.
When you told him you wanted someone to take charge in the bedroom, he panicked. What did that mean, exactly? You didn’t give any details. What if you wanted him to hit you? He had no judgment of it, but he didn’t think he could talk himself into touching you in any way that wasn’t gentle. When he looks at you his voice always comes out a few notes higher than he meant it to.
Luckily, he asked for clarification, and you assured him you didn’t want him to do anything that didn’t sound enjoyable. You told him what you wanted. He thought about it for nights on end.
Outside it is raining.
One of the reasons it is so easy to be with you is that your ideal weekday date is a night at his place, watching a movie and eating a meal that he says only took “a few minutes” to put together. And even though you intimidate him— how could you not, you’re gorgeous and brilliant— it’s easy to ask you to sleep over, too.
He knows that you love to validate his concerns about whether he is taking charge enough or not, but he doesn’t want you to have to. He’s determined to practice.
“Any day, now, sweetheart,” he says, thickly sarcastic. Then his face freezes and he glances over at you. “How was that?”
You laugh and finally stop putting up your hair. “Very good, Kento. Very commanding.”
He’s sitting on the edge of his neatly made bed and watching you, one leg bouncing tellingly. You stand in front of him, and feel the heat of his body against your thin clothes.
You’re trying to make eye contact but he won’t look up from your lap. You tilt his head up, and finally, he meets your gaze.
His soft brown eyes are glazed, lightly, and the longer he looks at you, the wider his pupils become.
You can feel his breath on your bare neck.
“Can I… “ he whispers as he leans in.
Something about his nervousness inspires a comfortable anxiety in you, and all you can do is nod. And you know you should close your eyes, but you want to watch, you want to see the outline of his hand coming to rest on your cheek, you want to see the way his eyes flutter shut as he gets closer, you want to see the way his lips move right before they are on you.
And then it doesn’t matter whose idea it was, because you’re kissing, finally. His tongue presses gently against yours, finally. You catch the softest moan from the back of his throat, finally.
And then everything is easy.
You throw one leg over him and sit in his lap, wrapping your arms over his broad shoulders and leaning in. You feel the bulge of his cock as you drag yourself instinctively against it, and he places an arm firmly around your waist to keep you where you are. You kiss him hungrily— a description you hate, but what else can describe the way you are trying to breathe him in, to consume him?
You feel his lips fumble against yours, and pull away softly. “What?”
“I said I want you to get on your back,” he says breathlessly.
It drives you all the more wild to know that he probably sat for a minute or two, wanting you, thinking about what to say before he said it.
In one move, and without taking his lips off yours, he stands and twists you so that you are pressed against the bed.
For a moment he pulls away and looks down at you, blonde hair mussed and falling down his forehead. Then he leans back down and whispers in your ear, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
Then he is kissing his way down messily, running his tongue against your neck, your collarbone, stopping to pull off your shirt, then kissing delirious circles around your breasts. You feel his smile against your skin as your nipples react, hardening, desperate for him to reach them. But he takes his time, slides his tongue perilously close before retreating.
“Fuck, Kento,” you moan.
And with that— the sound of his name— he finally presses his lips over your left nipple. Your breath hitches as he runs his tongue lightly, back and forth. You try to reach for his belt buckle but he catches your wrist and pins it to the bed. His teeth graze your nipple and you feel his wide chest, still clothed, pressing against your stomach, your hips. Finally, he lets you fall from his mouth, and as he moves to your right, he reaches down to your thigh.
He doesn’t even touch you where you want him to, just traces lazy circles up the inside of your leg. Your hips twitch involuntarily, and he uses the hand that was holding your wrist to cup around your waist, keeping you still. The restraint makes you whimper, and his tongue seems to twist around your nipple in response.
He breaks away and begins to kiss a line down your stomach. Again, your hips move, but this time he lets them, hinging his arms around either one of your legs and looking up at you. He is kneeling in front of you now, and all you can say is, “I want you to make me come.”
And performance anxiety be damned, that’s all he needs to hear.
He pulls down your underwear with one hand and moves lower, kissing each thigh, kissing where each leg connects to your body, his breath hot and heavy against your pulsing clit, already thinly veiled in your own desire. You can feel him staring, and it doesn’t make you shy, so adoring is the way he touches you.
Then you feel his tongue on you, and your eyes close.
He is good without trying to be good, just desperate to make you feel the way that he feels. Your hand flies to the back of his head and grabs a soft fistful of his hair as he sucks lightly at your clit, flicking his tongue over the corner he knows you like best. One of his arms rests on your stomach, fingers pressed down against your hip bone, and the other holds your legs open, his heavy silver watch cool on your thigh. He draws you in closer, his lips bumping against yours, and when you open your eyes you see that his are closed, and his expression dreamy.
His tongue drops to the opening of your pussy and you buck forward against him, very suddenly on the edge. He traces his tongue back up to your clit with a pace so slow it’s cruel. As soon as he reaches the little bulb, he arches over it, around it, and back down, slowly, slowly. Your legs press against his hand but he holds you in one place, seemingly indifferent to how hard you are accidentally pulling on his hair. You feel the hand on your leg sliding upward, and his watch rests on the inside of your thigh as he dips one finger inside of you and curls it. His tongue laps along the base of his finger as he begins to pump his hand, again so slowly that you whine a little and drag your hips quickly against him. The arm resting on your stomach presses down, just firmly enough to keep you from going too fast.
Your knees press hard into his pectorals, which he knows means you’re close to coming. He slows his pace even more for just a second and looks up at you. “Does this feel good, princess?” he says.
“So… good,” you manage to say, before you make the mistake of making eye contact with him right as he pushes another finger inside you.
Then he is moving quickly, his knuckles bumping against your wet clit. As he fucks you with his fingers, he twists one over the other and taps against that spot below your belly button. He could find it in his sleep.
He doesn’t even have time to return to eating you out before you are coming on his fingers. But on the bright side, this way he gets to see you do it. Your hips lift up and your back arches, and the hand that has been locked onto his hair has fallen back against the bed. His fingers keep moving, slowing only slightly.
He remembers what you asked him to say to you. He had thought it would be too embarrassing, but when you’re writhing against his body like this, it’s easy. “Good girl,” he murmurs, sliding his thumb over your clit and letting it rest there.
And it feels like another spiral of pleasure sent seconds after the first, the orgasm chasing the breath from your throat. “Fuck, Kento—“
He pulls back gently, as he always does at the slightest indication of discomfort. “What is it—” he starts.
But you don’t give him the chance to finish. You are pulling him up by the collar of his shirt and shifting so that there is room for him beside you on the bed. Face to face, he kisses you as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt— why is this still on?
He moves to rise over you, and you push him back down. He’s done so well being in control, and now you want to take care of him. “Stay there,” you say, lifting yourself over him and pulling down the strained zipper of his pants.
You watch him stare as you guide the head of his cock against your clit. The warmth, the soft wetness covering his tip, the way he is watching you like you’re his favorite movie— your eyes close and a moan escapes your lips.
You feel his arms around your chest, his lips pressing into your collarbone. “Fuck me, princess, please…” He sucks lightly on your neck. “Please, just… fuck…”
You lean down and take a handful of his hair again. “Eyes on me.”
As he is looking up, you push the head of his dick inside yourself. You glide down his length, and he shutters underneath you.
You bounce on his lap, your knees pressed into the bed for leverage. For a moment, he is completely lost in the feeling of being in you, of you grinding yourself against him needily, of the soft moans rolling out of your mouth every time you come down all the way.
Then the hands that were limp on your waist clench, and suddenly he is guiding you, as if he knew exactly when your muscles would tire. There is no slowness now, no teasing, no wait. You are riding him hard, the tip of his cock nudging against your innermost skin, your fingers pressed into his chest. He pants against your chest, his hands folding indents into your skin as he tries to pull you closer.
“Now who’s desperate?” you breathe into his ear.
You see him squirm under you. “Keep… keep going just like that… please…”
His dick spasms in you. In response, you slow the wave of your hips to a crawl, dragging yourself up and down him as if you are in no rush to feel him release.
He groans, his head coming to rest against your shoulder. “Baby, you can’t… I can’t… last like that…”
You take his chin in your hand, tilt it up. His brown eyes are wet and heavy with desperation. “Not even for me?” you say.
But the way your clit bounces against his body, the feeling of him slowly filling you up, the way he is looking, still, like you’re the only thing he has ever wanted— you can’t last like this, either.
You press a clumsy kiss against his lips and feel his breath catch as you pick up the pace again, thrusting harder than before. He is pressing upward, hands now clawing at you blindly, the man completely undone by you bouncing on his dick. His brow furrows and you feel him pulsing hard inside you. “I’m gonna—”
“Me too,” you manage as the pressure rises in you. You bury your face into his neck, drawing yourself in as close as you can get.
“Fuck…” he whines, one arm wrapping around your waist, so tightly that you can only grind desperately against his cock as he comes in you. The surge of it hits you, his twitching tip rubbing against your G-spot right as you pull yourself into him, clenching hard. You spasm against him, momentarily helpless as you ride it out.
When you are able to open your eyes again, he is breathing heavily, looking at you, and smiling like you never see him smile. He sinks to the bed, bringing you down on top of him without pulling out. You collapse in a heap onto his chest as he kisses whatever skin he comes into contact with.
And he thinks how easy it is, how anything is, if it is for you.
whoa actually breathless from this one yall holy shit i think i’m gonna die
Nanami Kento is the kind of man who always makes sure his lady’s nails are done. He doesn’t care the shape nor color, just that you get his initials on your ring finger each time, an unofficial token of your love — until he gets you the real thing, of course.
He grows utterly weak in the knees whenever you get them obscenely long or a little pointy (bonus points if you get gems or sparkly glitter.) He loves how confident it makes you feel, how your eyes gleam with elated gratitude whenever he presents you with his credit card or a wad of bills, suggesting you take the day for yourself.
Amongst the few, minute joys that lurk on this godforsaken planet, there is nothing that makes Nanami happier than when his favorite girl spends his hard earned money. He even asked you to resign from your job because he makes enough for the both of you. He hates to see you working anyway, he is a provider after all. What did you expect?
He’d wait ever so patiently for you to come back home. Watching the news or cooking a warm, heartfelt dinner, keeping himself occupied as we awaits your return, just imagining what it is you bought this time — lingerie? New shoes? Hours later, when you’re finally stumbling through the door with several overflowing shopping bags, a fresh set of acrylics, and a beaming smile, his cock swells.
Of course he’ll have you try on everything you bought, it’s only right. It’s his money after all, he just wants to ensure that it’s been well spent. Slouched lazily in an armchair, he’d gawk, shamelessly admiring his pretty girl. Gaunt legs sprawled idly as his head cocks to the right, a slow, sleazy grin twisting his lips. The trail of his sharp gaze warm and unwavering as you strip for him. Every once in a while, the amber of the overhead light reflects off of the gems that adorn your nails, the subtle glint catching attention.
A deep, audible groan ensues each time you peel off a garment of clothing, only to replace it with another, giving him his own, private runway show. His knee would bounce in anticipation, poor, aching cock growing impossibly harder by the minute and you can tell; you can see the way it strains against the restricting fabric of his slacks, begging to be taken care of. He can’t help but to reach out for you, his big, greedy hands finding purchase at the thick of your hips to pull you close, claiming that he just wants to see your nails a bit better, but that’s what he always says.
And it’s always harmless, benign. That is until you inevitably end up with his drooling cock lodged in the very back of your throat, sinful bubbles of saliva escaping from the corners of your tautly stretched lips. He’d hold you hand endearingly, babbling on about how pretty your nails are, how much it turns him on when you spend his money, how he promises to spoil you for the rest of your life.
God, it’s taking every fiber of his being not to fish for his wallet and spread a hefty stack of blue striped bills across the ample fat of your ass. The mere thought makes his cock twitch, heavy hips pushing forward, forcing himself deeeep down your slutty little throat, a thick stream of arousal pooling against your tastebuds.
He whines. “Fuuuuucck,” huffing out a strangled breath, an unintentional gasp following, “sweetheart, you are sooo perfect… such perfect throat, godddd… the way you’re looking u-up at me.” Nanami groans, blindly reaching for your hand, dragging it toward his slick, parted lips, “need to marry you — swear to fuckin’ god m’gonna marry you.” His tongue is whorishly lolling out before he’s drawing your fingers in deep, drooling down all of your pretty knuckles.
You're audibly sputtering around him in agreement, saliva spilling down your chin and pooling near the fat of his swollen balls. Gag after helpless gag reverberates from your occupied mouth, the poor, weeping head sinking deeper and deeper with each subtle buck of his hips, painting your throat in haphazard spurts of precum. He needs you like this forever, to take his cock like this forever. He'd give anything to make you his slutty, little wife forever and ever and —
“Pleasepleaseplease tell me you wanna marry me too,” he whines, warm, eager tongue wrapping so possessively around your ring finger, pulling it into his mouth, "oh, god please tell me you want that. I need you forever, baby... need this pretty little mouth forever.” His thick, blonde brows furrow so sweetly, voice strained and so plainly conquered by his evident love.
Physically, you can't respond and he knows; he's deliberately tucking himself deeper, the neat tufts of hair that adorn his girthy base tickling your chin. All you can offer him is a loud, helpless gag as you nod and he whimpers in relief. Yesyesyes, I'll marry you, is all he hears, your obedient, glassy eyes a testament.
So, why are you surprised when he’s hastily fetching a small, velvet box from the pocket of his discarded slacks, cracking it open in fervid anticipation, his cock resting heavily against your tongue? You said yes, right?
hiromi and his huge dumb eyes and his huge dumb nose and his huge dumb dick. i hate him. (lie!!!!!!!)
his whoreish tendencies and huge nose have captivated me
mmmmmfffff smth smth smth perv geto smth smth smth………
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roommate!geto who you are weary to move in with at first, but as soon as you meet him you feel perfectly comfortable- like you’ve known each other for decades~
roommate!geto who insists on calling you “baby” and “doll” all the time
roommate!geto who you cuddle up with in your shared living room every thursday night to watch movies~
he’s already sitting on the couch with open arms when you come out to the shared space, “what’re we watching today baby?”
roommate!geto who has to excuse himself for a minute (or two) when he sees you walk out of you room in sleep shorts that expose the curve of your ass and a tank top with no bra.
roommate!geto who gets hard whenever a sex scene comes on, he knows you can feel his length pressing against your back, but the fact he knows you can feel it turns him on more~
roommate!geto who always sneaks touches. <3
nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while you “platonically” cuddle during the movie. taking in the scent of your freshly lotioned skin~
grabbing your waist to guide you when you’re at parties, shielding you from any boys that might be around,
pressing his hips against yours whenever he stands behind you,
tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear mid conversation.
roommate!geto who drives you everywhere- he doesn’t mind because he loves spending time with you <3
roommate!geto who you give little fashion shows before you go out clubbing with your friends. “you look beautiful doll”
roommate!geto who despite loving your outfit can’t stop thinking about how some guy might hit on you at the club
roommate!geto who cannot shut up about you to satoru~
roommate!geto who starts taking up skirt pictures of you to show satoru what has him going crazy-
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a/n: ok i finally got the courage to get this out of my drafts. pls lmk if it’s actual shit 😭
also i didn’t proofread or anything so there might be mistakes- sorry again!