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麼麼噠 ⤷ Whisky on my tongue | Higuruma x fem!reader

Your breath catches when he pulls you down beside him, the mattress dips beneath your weight, and suddenly he's everywhere—his arm around your waist, his face buried against your neck, the warmth of him seeping through the thin fabric of your dress

A small laugh escapes you "You're drunk."

His nose brushes lightly against your skin as he hums and shifts closer "A little." His hand spreads slowly against your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles. "You smell nice," he pulls you closer and his fingers slide down to your thigh "Looking at you all day in class, it's hard to not notice how pretty you are" he moves his head from your neck and looks at you, his eyes heavy "and what's worse is it's like you look at me like you want me to touch you" His fingers move slowly to the middle of your thighs, giving you enough time to stop him, or even say no

but do you really want to?

no

Cute manager 

Are you going to dress up to go shopping later today?

Oikawa

Wasn't really planning to no, did you wanna?

Cute manager

Sorta?

I wanna be comfy for practice, but you had said to dress cute so I figured WE were dressing up

Raw and older | Higuruma Hiromi

TEASER

"Do you like have a thing for older men or something?"

A teacher can do alot in private lessons Higuruma -

💋

A professor with a crush, a student with a crush, extra credit activities and drunken nights together

I have a sweet tooth for older guys y/n-

💋

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 ゛𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙬 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

Out on my wattpad now

Will contain adult themes and mature language, minors dni

Fake dating | Oikawa Tooru

TEASER

𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

"Pretend to be my girlfriend, just for tonight" 

I'm cool, you arn't -- 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 -

🏐

The annual Sports gala is approaching, and Oikawa needs to make his rivals jealous

Chill babe we're just pretending -- 𝘆/𝗻 - 

🏐

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 ゛𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁

Out on my wattpad now <3

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Just for me Monoma x fem!reader

He’s leaning against the kitchen counter watching you move around the room, arms crossed, head tilted with that irritatingly confident expression he perfected back at UA. His hair is slightly messy, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up just enough to show the lean strength he built during his hero career. “You know,” he says lazily, voice smooth with amusement, “you get nervous when I watch you like that.”

You pause mid-step. “I do not.”

“Mm.” His grin widens. “You absolutely do.”

You try to ignore him, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, but the sound of his footsteps behind you ruins any chance of pretending he isn’t there. He steps close, his chest pushing up against your back. His presence fills the space behind you, tall and warm and annoyingly confident. One hand plants on the counter beside you, boxing you in. The other lifts your skirt just enough to reveal your lace panties

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Ramen and fuck III frat boy!gojo x fem!reader

“You just need me, huh?” he smirks and leans in for a kiss, his lips meeting your palm instead of your lips

"You gunna leave again if I give it up for you?" you cock your head to the side and furrow your brows slightly

"What" he smirks "You gunna be sad if I go sleep with other girls after this?" he removes his fingers and he kisses your palm before moving it aside

"No, I don't care who you sleep with—"

"Oh?" he interrupts before you finish and his eyes widen a little and he glances at you confused

"I just need to know you won't be an asshole again."

He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, your wet folds pressed gently against his pants "Whatever you want princess" he looks at you and bites his lip before fumbling around with his sweats, sliding them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He hovers over you and presses his plush tip against your entrance "As long as I'm not a complete asshole and I don't leave you stranded somewhere again—" without warning he pushes his tip in and pulls your hips closer to his "yea?"

You wince slightly but nod, he leans in and kisses the crook of your neck "m' fuck so tight for me" his eyes drop to where the two of you connect, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand as his pace quickens. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the air, "So quiet now. You were all talk earlier" he smirks against your skin and squeezes your hips tighter, anchoring you to him. One hand slides down and traces slow circles over your clit, your head falls back and your other hand slides across the counter to balance yourself knocking over the ramen cup that had been getting cold anyway "What a waste of food—'least I still have this perfect pussy"

He hooks your legs over his shoulders and leans in closer to you "Look at you, squeezin me so perfect"

"You talk—mmm—you talk so much" your voice is breathy as you grip the corner of the counter

"Think my voice—ngh—think my voce turns you on, look how responsive you are"

A quiet laugh escapes under your breath and your back arches off the counter "N—so not true"

“You complain a lot for someone holdin on that tight,”

Your fingers curl harder against the counter’s edge, your breathing uneven as you glare down at him, the hand that was gripping your hip moves to the counter to balance himself better, his fingers squish the cold noodles that are sprawled across the cool top "So much for eatin, guess—guess we both found somthin better"

You roll your eyes, but your hand is still tangled in his hair “Your ego is insane.”

“Usually works,” he smirks before kissing you again

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Ramen and fuck II frat boy!gojo x fem!reader

He leans closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your face “N’ yet,” eyes flicking down to your mouth for half a second, “you haven’t told me to leave again.”

You squint at him. “Cause I’m deciding how creative I want to get with kicking you out.”

A quiet laugh rumbles out of his chest. “See? That’s not a no.”

You push at his shoulder again, this time a little harder. He rocks back half a step, but his hands stay planted on the counter on either side of you, still boxing you in “You’re unbelievable,” you repeat.

“You’re still sittin here talkin to me,” he shoots back.

You roll your eyes and reach for your ramen cup sitting on the counter beside you. He watches you peel the lid back halfway, his expression shifting “Wait,” His hand slides across the counter and stops just short of the cup “You’re really gonna eat that in front of me?” His stomach growls again, loud enough that you both hear it. You try not to smile. He sighs dramatically and drops his forehead against your shoulder “You’re cruel,”

“Tragic,” you shrug

He lets out a long, theatrical sigh and slides his hands from the counter down to your thighs “Open.”

You hesitate for a second "what—"

Instead of waiting for your answer he pushes your legs apart and traces your folds through your sweats slowly "So much fabric.. what a shame"

You shake your head, laughing under your breath, before you can shift away or close your legs again, he gently lifts them, hooking your knees over his shoulders so you’re perched at the edge of the counter with him standing between them. “You can eat your snack,” he smirks, his hands settle at your hips, steadying you “And I’ll eat mine.”

You stare down at him, eyebrows climbing toward your hairline

“Go on, don’t let it get cold.”

You squint your eyes down at him and cautiously bring your chopsticks to your lips, and with that he lifts your hips off the counter, steadying you with one hand while the other hooks into the waistband of your sweats

"Toru—" His name barely leaves your mouth before he slowly tugs the fabric down your hips, sliding it down to your ankles and finally letting them drop to the floor. He plants gentle kisses along your thighs before dragging his tongue along your folds “You’re really committing to the snack bit,” you say under your breath

He smiles against you and traces small circles before sliding his fingers into you then glances up to watch your face as he moves at a slow steady pace "feel good?"

You put the cup onto the counter beside you, and cock your head to the side "that all you got?"

His eyes widen and a familiar smirk grows across his glossy lips "that a challenge?"

You bring your hand to his hair and tangle your fingers in his white strands "you felt so good that night—I wanna feel you again"

He brings his face to yours and adds another finger before kissing you "this mean you forgive me?"

You pull him closer and nod "sure—yea, I don't know i just need you so bad"

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Ramen and fuck I frat boy!gojo x fem!reader

Damn.. you glance at the clock

2:25,

Your stomach growls, and with a tired groan, you reach blindly across the nightstand, fumbling around until your fingers finally bump into your phone. You press the power button. Nothing. The screen stays black until you plug it into the charger, the small lightning symbol finally appearing. While it boots up, you shuffle toward the bathroom, squinting as you flip on the overhead light. You hiss and shield your eyes.

Way too fuckin bright

A quick splash of water to wake yourself up and you head back to your room, pulling on a pair of loose sweats and the first hoodie you find on the floor. Your slides scrape softly against the carpet as you grab your wallet and keys then open the door and slip into the cool morning the soft wind brushing over your skin and chasing away the last bit of sleepiness. The world feels oddly still, like everyone else is frozen while you wander down the stairs. The convenience store down the street glows like a tiny beacon. You walk in silence and sigh “damn I wish I had music.. it’s so quiet” you pout to yourself as you walk into the small building, the warm air is stuffy and smells of chips and sweets. You walk to a fridge and get a drink, then you turn to the small ramen isle. You spot it quickly, your favorite ramen. You smile to yourself as you reach for it but, just as your fingers graze the plastic on the cup a bigger hand grabs yours, you freeze, confused, and turn to look at the body next to you. You make eye contact and the hand releases yours

“God it had to be you” his voice is husky and annoyed as he rolls his eyes

You grab the ramen and smile “what? You mean you didn’t miss me?”

“No” he reaches for the cup in your hand

You pull back and raise your eyebrow “In your dreams pretty boy, it’s mine”

You go to walk past him and his arm wraps around your waist stopping you, you look up and lock eyes. Slowly, he turns with you still caught in his arm, positioning himself in front of you again. His other hand reaches behind your shoulder, clearly aiming for the ramen. You lift the cup high above your head, out of reach. His fingers miss by an inch. He reaches again, stretching a little higher. You drop your arm back down just as fast, dodging him.

A quiet huff leaves him “Still playing hard to get?” he mutters through his teeth, his grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you a little closer while his other hand keeps chasing the ramen in yours.

"Still trying to get in my pants?" Your free hand drifts down, tracing over the hand resting on your waist. His fingers are hooked just barely under the waistband of your sweats.

His jaw tightens “Just give me the stupid cup.”

“If it’s stupid,” you tilt your head, amused, “why do you need it?” Right on cue, both of your stomachs growl.

You blink.

He blinks.

“…Because I’m hungry,” he says flatly. “And this is my favorite flavor.”

You slip out of his hold before he can react, ducking easily away from his arm. With a small shrug, you hold the ramen closer to your chest. “Not my problem,” you say over your shoulder. “There’s plenty of other flavors.”

The cashier barely glances up as you set the drink and ramen down. You hand over the money, leaning lightly on the counter while the register beeps. As the cashier counts your change, your mind wanders.

I could eat here since I’m already here.. or head back home..

The cashier hands you your change and you smile politely before turning away from the counter, shrugging to yourself.

Yeah, I'll just head home and get comfy.

You glance down at your slides and sweats and let out a quiet laugh.

Well…More comfortable.

You walk in silence again, the cool night air wrapping around you as the convenience store disappears behind you. You’ve only made it a few minutes down the sidewalk when suddenly—An arm wraps around your waist.

Instinct takes over

You smack the person beside you and jump away.

“Fuck!”

The voice makes you freeze.

You squint through the dim streetlight and then let out a long breath and relief floods your chest. “You asshole!” you snap. “You scared me!”

He rubs his jaw where you hit him, wincing slightly for a second before letting out a quiet chuckle. Then, like nothing happened, he slings an arm over your shoulders.

“Can I help you?” you ask flatly

“What?” he shrugs. “A friend can’t walk you home?”

You laugh under your breath “I wouldn’t call us friends.”

He smirks. “Right. A fuck buddy can’t walk you home?”

You pretend to think about it, tapping your chin thoughtfully “Nope,” you decide. “Go walk one of your hoes home.”

“That’s what I’m doing.”

You gasp dramatically, clutching your chest. “Excuse me? Fucking one time and then leaving me naked in your friend’s dorm doesn’t make me one of your hoes,” you continue, glaring at him. “It makes you an asshole.”

His smirk fades a little “I already told you I was sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to leave you. I woke up late and had to book it to class.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. By the time you reach your building, you’re already digging your keys out of your pocket. You unlock the door and step inside before turning back toward him. “Goodnight.” You plaster on the fakest smile you can manage.

He stares at you for a second, then he walks right past you. Straight into your dorm.

You blink

“What kinda snacks you got in here?” he calls casually, already wandering toward the kitchen like he lives there

You’re still standing in the doorway, mouth slightly open in disbelief “…Umm?” You follow him slowly into the kitchen, raising your eyebrows as you gesture back toward the door.

He glances at it and nods

Then walks over,

For a second you think he’s leaving,

Instead,

He closes it. And then turns around and walks right back toward you and before you can react, his hands land on your waist, In one smooth motion he lifts you up onto the counter. You barely have time to process it before he’s standing between your knees, grinning like he just pulled off the greatest move in history.

“So,” he says, looking way too pleased with himself, “you must be the only snack in the house.”

For half a second you just stare at him. Then you burst out laughing. “God, you’re so cringey,” you manage between breaths. Small tears gather in the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard.

You press a hand to his shoulder, trying to push him back. “Can you leave?”

He doesn’t move,

Not even a little,

Instead, he looks up at you with a shameless expression “Can we fuck?” he asks casually, like he’s asking if you have Wi-Fi.

You stare at him.

“Did you really just break into my dorm,” you say slowly, “steal my personal space, and follow that line with that question?”

He shrugs, completely unbothered “I like efficiency.”

You shake your head, still half laughing, half annoyed, your fingers still resting on his shoulder where you tried to push him away.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“N' yet” he says, leaning a little closer, voice lowering just slightly, “you haven't told me to leave again.”

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Devotion Tanaka x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI Tanakas birthday special

You’ve had a long day. The kind that clings to your skin. Your voice is tired. Your shoulders ache. You barely greet him before collapsing onto the couch. He notices, usually, he’d scoop you up with some over-the-top speech about how your “hero has arrived,” but tonight he just kneels in front of you. His big hands resting on your knees. “Rough one?” he asks softly

You nod

He stands, disappears for a second, coming back with a warm towel he sits beside you and starts slowly wiping the day off you like it personally offended him. Slow, and careful his fingers slide into your hair, massaging your scalp. He presses a kiss to your temple. Another to your cheek. Down your jaw. “I hate when you’re stressed,” he murmurs against your skin. “My pretty girl shouldn't come home like this.”

You stretch slightly and he shifts so you’re half in his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tracing slow lines along your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, he tilts your chin up and kisses you slow, his tongue finding yours, his teeth grazing your lip slightly. Slowly his hand slides down your hip to your thigh, his fingers trace the edge of your skirt before sliding his hand under the fabric, palm warm against bare skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, his thumbs stroke slow circles at your inner thigh. Slow wet kisses along your collarbone, across your shoulder, down the curve where your pulse beats. You pull him closer, your fingers tug at his shirt, and he exhales against your mouth.

Your fingers slide into his hair and tug—just a little. Your breath catches when his mouth finds that sensitive spot under your jaw. Your hips press up instinctively.

And that sound you make?

It undoes him, he moans into your mouth then freezes for half a second before his grip tightens on your thigh and his fingers trail up further, circling at your panties. His kiss deepens and you feel him smirk against your lips "so wet for me already"

He pulls back to look at you, his breathing heavy “I'm gunna make you feel better, make you forget about the shit day you had,” His lips crash into yours again and his fingers slip behind the damp lace of your panties, he breaks the kiss again and bites down your neck "so perfect for me" His breath is heavy and warm against your skin, his eyes watch as he pumps his fingers into your slick folds

He bites his lip, flustered and overwhelmed by how perfect you look in the moment, his eyes draw back to your face. Head tipped back, throat exposed, body arching perfectly toward him like you’re asking for more. He places sloppy hickeys around your neck, and lays you back onto the couch, his breath mingles with yours as he hovers over you, his weight pushing you further into the cushions. You clench around him and he kisses you again, biting your lip and swallowing your moans

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛Dont tell me to hurry Sugawara x fem!reader

♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

It's the first company dinner of the year and its almost over when you start, slow, simple teasing, your foot brushing his calf under the table. A little too much eye contact when he’s mid-sentence. Your fingers lingering when you pass him his drink.

He doesn’t react immediately, he's taking his time as well. He just looks at you. Soft smile. Calm eyes. But his jaw tightens slightly when your hand slides onto his thigh under the tablecloth. You lean closer, whisper something innocent against his ear "It's so cold in here" — your breath warm, your fingers squeezing once before pulling away.

He exhales slowly, biting at the inner wall of his cheek before glancing at you and nodding. You scoot closer, trailing your fingers along his wrist while he’s talking to someone else.

By the time you’re home, he’s silent, the door shuts. The lock clicks. You barely get two steps into the apartment before he turns you around and backs you into it. “So bold tonight,” he says softly. His hands slide to your hips, thumbs pressing in “You thought I wouldn’t notice?”

You shrug, feigning innocence.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, “Oh, I noticed.” One hand slides up your waist, over your ribs, until it’s resting gently on your chest. His fingers flex slowly, “You like teasing me in public?”

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “You like knowing I can’t do anything about it there?” His grip tightens and his grin grows “I can now.” He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you the few steps to the bedroom. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, standing between your knees.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, fingers hooking into your waistband, tugging you closer, “how patient I was being.” His hands move slowly. Unhurried. Peeling fabric away inch by inch like he has all the time in the world. “You brushed against me all night,” he continues, voice low His fingers trail up your thighs now, deliberate and slow enough to make you squirm.

He doesn’t speed up, he wants you to feel every second

“You don’t get to start something like that,” he whispers, “and expect me not to finish it.”

His thumb presses firmly where you’re most sensitive through the thin layer of fabric still between you.

You gasp.

He tilts his head slightly “That’s the sound you were trying to get out of me earlier" His fingers move faster before slipping into your skirt “You wanted my attention?” he murmurs.

His mouth lowers to your neck, kissing slow and deep while his fingers move with confident precision. “You have it.”

You’re already breathless by the time it shifts. He’s going slow — painfully slow — hands exploring your folds carefully. Kissing you like he has nothing but time. Letting you feel every inch of his warm calloused fingers without giving you exactly the pressure you want

“Suga,” you whisper, fingers gripping his shirt. “Please.”

He pauses “Please what?” he asks quietly.

You whine softly, hips moving on instinct.

He exhales sharply through his nose. He kisses you hard, messy, desperate — hand gripping your jaw as he pushes you back against the mattress. His other hand moves urgently, cupping your chest, his fingers creating slow circles around your already hardened nipples

“There? Is this what you wanted?”

He’s moving both hands faster now, rougher, he slides another finger into your warm wet folds and grazes his teeth slowly over your chest

Your nails drag down his back, he groans and his composure shatters for a few seconds. He shifts and buries his face against your neck, biting softly, he takes his fingers out of you and reaches for the buckle on his jeans “I should’ve taken you home sooner,” he mutters against your skin

You pull him closer “Then hurry,” you breathe "please"

That word, hurry he freezes. and slowly he pulls back. His breathing steadies. His hands still you firmly against the mattress. “No,” he says softly.

You blink, confused and needy

He leans down until his lips hover just over yours. “You teased me all night,” he whispers. “You don’t get to rush me now.”

Your hips try to move again.

His hand slides down, gripping your thigh and pressing it open “Stay.”

You whimper and he kisses down your body slowly, making his way to your inner thighs before stopping and watching. His fingers trace your clit once again but never long enough to let you build momentum

You squirm “Suga, please—”

He looks up at you from between your thighs, “You want me to hurry?” His thumb circles and presses just enough to make you arch “I waited all night.”

He drags his touch away again, making slow circles on your inner thighs with his tongue “You can wait a few more minutes.”

You whine in frustration, fingers tangling in his hair "baby please,"

He leans in closer, mouth hovering just above your folds his breath warm against your skin “You don’t get to wind me up and then dictate the pace." His tongue circles slow and every time you start to tip over the edge, he eases back. Not stopping just delaying

“You’re shaking,” he observes quietly, hands holding your hips down when you try to move “You wanted my attention.” His mouth returns again, his tongue going deeper this time, “You have all of it pretty girl"

You’re the one begging now, breathing his name like it’s the only word you know. He keeps you there — suspended, desperate, overwhelmed. Slowly after what feels like forever he lets you finish

麼麼噠 ⤷ ゛After work drinks Sugawara x fem!reader

⁠♡ Contains adult themes and suggestive content MDNI

Low lights

Tie loosened

Sleeves rolled up

Post-grad Sugawara — relaxed but a little buzzed, a little honest

-

The apartment is quiet except for the soft clink of ice in his glass. You’re sitting on his couch, shoes kicked off, laughing about something stupid from work. He’s closer than he needs to be — thigh pressed to yours, arm stretched along the back of the couch behind you. He’s been watching you more than he’s been talking.

“You know,” he says softly, tilting his head, “Everyone we work with is always looking at you, even if they're from the other building”

You snort. “You’re dramatic.”

“Am I?” His fingers slide down from the couch to your shoulder. “They stare,” he murmurs, thumb brushing the strap of your top. “Like they think they have a chance.” His hand drifts lower — down your arm, tracing the inside of your wrist. The same pulse point he always touches. “You don’t need that,” he says quietly. “You don’t need anyone else paying attention to you.”

You raise a brow. “Oh?”

His mouth curves slightly, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “You’ve got me.” He sets his drink down without looking away from you. Then leans in, the kiss is slow at first. Warm. Tasting faintly like whiskey. His hand cups your jaw, thumb pressing under your chin to tilt your face up properly. He deepens it without warning. His other hand slides to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one smooth motion. You gasp softly against his mouth. “There,” he murmurs when he breaks the kiss just enough to breathe. “That’s better.” His hands settle on your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin there, kneading slowly. Testing how you move against him. “You get all flushed when you drink,” he whispers, brushing his nose against your cheek. “It’s cute.” His lips trail down your jaw to your neck — not biting, not rough — just lingering. Slow, open-mouthed kisses that make your breath hitch.

His fingers slide under the hem of your shirt. Warm palms against bare skin. He exhales softly when he feels you shiver. “See?” he murmurs against your throat. “You react like this for me.” His hands roam higher, thumbs brushing just under your chest, but not quite where you want them. “You don’t need anyone else touching you,” he says again. He leans back slightly so he can look at you.

His fingers trace up your sides, then back down your waist. “You’re so responsive,” he whispers. “You fall apart so easily when it’s me.” His grip tightens slightly at your hips, guiding the subtle movement of your body against his. “You don’t have to look anywhere else,” he says, voice low, steady. “I’ll take care of you.” His mouth finds yours again, Intimate in a way that feels almost consuming.

One hand stays firm at your hip. The other slides up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close.

“You’re already right where you belong,” he murmurs against your lips, still warm from the drinks, his mouth drags slowly down your neck, but this time he doesn’t stop at soft kisses. His teeth catch gently at your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair,

“That sound,” he murmurs. “You don’t make that for anyone else.” His hands slide fully under your shirt, palms spreading over your bare stomach, pushing the fabric up inch by inch. He watches your face as he does it “You feel how you react to me?” he whispers, His thumbs brush higher, finally grazing where you’ve been waiting. Slow circles, testing. Learning the rhythm of your breathing.

“You don’t need someone else flirting with you or looking at you the way I do” he says quietly, his voice a little rougher than before “You don’t need them wondering what you’re like.”

His mouth returns to yours, deeper, hungrier and his grip tightens at your waist “You’ve got me,” he breathes against your lips. “And I know exactly what you like.”

His fingers move with more confidence now, more pressure, drawing a soft, helpless sound from you. His forehead rests against yours, watching the way your lashes flutter. “See?” he murmurs. “You melt for me.” He shifts beneath you deliberately, letting you feel how much he wants you. His hands guide your hips into a slow, controlled motion against him.

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A flirt's guide to Anime

⁠♡ 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨

𑣲 Open view - Kakashi

♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮

𑣲 Devotion - Tanaka

𑣲 After work drinks - Sugawara

𑣲 Don't tell me to hurry - Sugawara

𑣲 Say my name again - Kageyama

𑣲 Soft spot pt I - Tsukishima

𑣲 Soft spot pt II - Tsukishima

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

𑣲 Say your mine - Bakugou

𑣲 Just for me - Monoma

♡ 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

𑣲 Ramen and fuck pt I - Frat!gojo

𑣲 Ramen and fuck pt II - Frat!gojo

𑣲 Ramen and fuck pt III - Frat!gojo

𑣲 Steamy study - Nerdjo

𑣲 Whisky on my tongue - Higuruma

Passion's guide to kpop

♡ 𝐁𝐭𝐬

𑣲 Use your words - Namjoon

Devotions love for batman

♡ 𝐁𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦

𑣲 Needy for you - Dick Grayson

Affections love for teasers

𑣲 Fake dating teaser | Oikawa .T

𑣲 Raw and older | Higuruma .H

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