⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
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frat!kuna is a reward based learner (shy tutor!reader)
this was not how you normally held tutoring sessions: legs tangled in the sheets, sweat slick between your bodies, and not a single piece of clothing on. yeah, this had to be a first.
sukuna’s face was covered in your slick, and by the looks of it, he wanted even more. he buried his face between your thighs for the nth time, and you tugged at his hair in protest.
“no! you need to answer another question first!” you said sternly. or at least, you tried to. you felt the gentle kitten licks he was leaving on your cunt and you folded at his touch. within seconds, you forgot what you were scolding him about, and he forced your thighs apart once more. he mumbled something against your skin, before kissing your thigh.
“hit me.” he said with a smirk. he was doing this on purpose. ignoring your urges to get back on track, only entertaining them when he had you like this—melting like putty in his hands, completely out of it and with only him on your mind.
“t-the probably of the…” your mind went blank on the problem as he pressed a kiss to your pussy before diving in again. you cried his name out as he lapped at your wet folds, thighs trembling as another orgasm threatened to crash over you. he bullied your poor cunt with his tongue, grunting and groaning as if he was in your place. just as you were about to reach the edge, he pulled away and laid on his stomach before you.
“sorry you know me, i tend to get distracted easily… you were saying?” sukuna took in your current state: pupils blown wide, chest heaving, and a look of hurt and confusion crossing your cute face. he immediately felt guilty and apologized.
“i’m sorry, that was fucked up of me. do you want me to keep going?” his eyes searched yours frantically, like he was panicking.
you averted your eyes. you were torn. you needed to actually make use of this session so it wouldn’t be all for nothing…but the way he went down on you felt heavenly. he was scarily good at it, making you feel so good, reaching places you didn’t even know existed, all with just his tongue.
“no pressure, we can go back to studying too. i’m fine with whatever.” he reassured you.
maybe it was the denial of orgasm. maybe you just weren’t in the best position to be responsible right now. whatever it was, you leaned forward and pulled him closer with smile.
“one more. just one ‘kuna.” you cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. he grinned and raised an eyebrow at you.
“you wanna ask me a question first, don’t you…” he asked reluctantly, leaning into your touch. you giggled and nodded.
“mhm!” he was catching on quite fast. at this rate, he could be the tutor next…
he groaned, but the smile never left face. “alright, ask me it.”
“is weight qualitative or quantitative data?”
“obviously it’s quantitative,” it was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “did you seriously ask me an easy one on purpose?”
“err… maybe?” you replied all innocently, already spreading your legs wider for him.
“that’s cheating.” he scoffed, but inched forward anyway.
“Whats this?” you brushed your fingers over the rough, battered cover. Kenma lifted his head up slightly then focused back on his game avoiding answering your question. He’d assumed you would drop it, give up your investigation on the sketchbook.
You opened the book, the pages thick and worn. Arbitrary sketches of landscapes, random objects, and even people ridden all over the pages. Color swatches and messy handwriting appeared on every page or so. After flipping through the sketch book you reached a page that stood out. It was different from the others, nothing capricious about it. The drawings were more detailed, more precise like he really had put a lot of effort into it. The part that shocked you most however was that all of the drawings were of you. He drew you so beautifully. He made you look almost angelic.
“Kenma, did you draw this?” you held the sketchbook up to him.
His eyes lit up with embarrassment, “You weren't supposed to see that,” he said, tearing the book from your hands.
“But it's beautiful Ken. Why wouldn't you want me to see it?” you pleaded, trying to cool him off. He just shook his head in response, too embarrassed to speak.
He finally looked up at you with slightly wet eyes. He sat meekly, posture horrible and shoulders squeezed in. “I-uh sorry,” he eventually spoke, “It was just- just personal.”
“Dont worry,” you assured him, “I probably shouldn’t have went through your stuff.” You brought him into a hug, even tighter than usual because of the situation. You scratched your fingers on his back and head, his favorite habit of yours. Gentle kisses placed on his forehead and hairline.
“Can we just cuddle and forget about this?” Kenma muffled into your chest. His soft lips pressing ever so slightly into the plush of your breast.
“Hmmm we can cuddle, but I'm definitely never forgetting your drawings,” you responded, a sly smirk displayed on your lips. “It reminded me of the love letters.”
a/n: two fics in a week woah ria slow down; also slightly smutty be weary
boyfriend!choso who brags about you to everyone and anyone who’ll listen. You are truly his pride and joy. You mean everything to him and he makes sure everyone around him knows. You're his, and god is he thankful for that.
boyfriend!choso who loves involving you with his family. Choso holds his family very close to him and you getting along with them means the world to him.
boyfriend!choso who can't go to sleep without holding or cuddling you. No matter how often you tell him it's hot or uncomfortable he’ll still hold onto you. Nuzzling his head into your chest, trying to get impossibly closer.
boyfriend!choso who absolutely adores when you give him head scratches. He’ll always go out of his way just for head scratches. You could be laying on the couch and he’ll randomly appear begging for head scratches. Lips forming a slight pout and eyes looking up at you like he's a puppy. And of course you abide, it would be wrong of you to leave his cute face hanging.
boyfriend!choso who blushes or gets a little hard whenever you display any type of affection. Things as simple as hugs or laying your head on his shoulder get him excited in a way he can't explain. You're just so beautiful, so special to him.
boyfriend!choso who loves to kiss you between each sentence. Sure it's annoying but the cuteness of it overrights that. He’s just so desperately in love with you and doesn't know how else to express it.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course I am,” he places another kiss on you with soft, blush pink lips.
boyfriend!choso who can't help but jerk himself off whenever you aren't near. He misses your voice, your smile, your scent and jerking off helps him. Wiping his precum up and down his shaft as he inhales the scent of your panties. His strokes slow and long. Loud moans and whimpers leaping out of his mouth. He gets himself so worked up that he has to call you home for assistance not like you mind anyway.
boyfriend!choso who eats you out more for his enjoyment than yours. He could spend hours in between your legs and you’d let him. He somehow manages to lick and kiss all the right areas. The only downside is once he starts he can't stop. He’ll keep his mouth attached to your lips until you've came at least twice. He loves how you taste and you wouldn't have it any other way.
boyfriend!choso who loves cowgirl because he gets to look up at you. To him you are the most beautiful thing created. Watching you bounce up and down and take control of him fulfills him in ways he can't understand. He loves seeing the shape your mouth makes when you moan and the look of pleasure on your face that he gives you.
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your bf nagi forgetting to record as he creampies you for your onlyfans ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
your boyfriend nagi knows about your secret onlyfans, and quite frankly, he doesn’t really care. you considered it a hobby that could grant you monetary gain so to speak. and nagi knows—as long as you don’t fuck anyone else, well you’re fine.
you don’t show your face, but just flaunt your body and such. and to your surprise, you suddenly became a favorite on twitter and on onlyfans—due to your pretty pussy, as many would comment on your videos.
but as your notoriety increased, so did your requests.
in particular, a rather popular one was asking for you to get “creampied”.
and well… who better to ask than your own boyfriend!
“you did say you agreed to helping, y’know…” you murmured, your bare legs laying on his lap while you lounged on your couch like always, with nagi’s eyes glued onto his switch as he played.
you couldn’t help it—honestly! you couldn’t help but stare at his lengthy fingers as he played with the control buttons and wished that those fingers could be all up in your p—
“mmm lemme think about it, yeah?”
you laughed. “baby, c’monnnn! show the world that you’re my boyfriend and that your massive third leg belongs to me.”
“soooo, what’d ya say? wanna fuck and nut in me later?”
you couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach the moment he lightly snickered at your bluntness, his lips curved to a slight smile.
“you’re laughing like it’s funny, sei, but y’know, the people yearn for creampies. they beg for breeding,” you laughed, poking fun at the absurdity of it all.
you couldn’t lie that a small part of you really enjoyed the requests giving you an excuse to indulge in these fantasies you’ve had—because shit. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to do all of that to you unprovoked. it’s been way too damn long since he’s fucked you.
as soon as that game was shut off, the camera was turned on, and the two of you ended up in your bed, still in lounge wear. you were only in boyshorts and seishiro’s old hoodie from blue lock, while he wore black sweatpants and a simple white shirt.
god, if you ignored the fact that this was for content and planned out for such, this setting would have felt more romantic. but then again, that’s the appeal that earns you money and shit.
“you should record it like it’s natural—like those hot sex tapes that like, don’t have it angled all perfect and shit. the casualness makes it hotter.”
nagi hummed, lightly placing the phone by your side and sliding down his pants and boxers. he aligned his pretty cock along your slit, already soaked and sticking against your sheer cotton panties. he grinded his leaky tip along your puffy slit and slid your panties down, throwing them on the other side of the bed.
“kayyy…”
“okay—oh fuuuuuck!” you shut your eyes closed, feeling the way your boyfriend filled you up slowly—his left hand pressing firm on your lower tummy and feeling pressure where his cock was inside you, his thumb circling your clit so good.
“huh…didn’t even need foreplay… you’ve been thinking about this or what?”
you smacked his bicep, “move, please…”
you didn’t want to admit how wet the thought of him creampie-ing you really got you; to be honest, it’s one of the main things you imagined—fantasized over—when playing with yourself thinking about him. nagi would be in manchester, leaving you alllll alone waiting for him to come back to japan. now that he’s having a break, you could have him allll to yourself.
“shitttt, you’re tight,” he huffed.
you lightly laughed, “your dirty talk away—mmm—from the camera f-fucking sucks—shit-!”
the both of you stayed there like that for a moment—with seishiro rolling his hips against yours slowly before he groaned a little (more of a shaky breathless pant).
“mmmm you like my dick though.”
“oh shut up.”
you never realized how much of a smug person he was when he came to sex, or how much, despite him being so lazy and nonchalant, he could be a real beast in bed… and you missed that right now.
it was so adorable and hot how his face contorted everytime he was inside you; eyes shut, lips parted and cheeks flushed.
the moment you felt the flash turn on, you covered your face in embarrassment—feeling exposed (despise what you do). you felt like you were in heat, grinding against his pelvis and spreading that sticky slick on your hot skin, and arching your back, whining so loud. oh how he filled you up so well…
“such a pretty girl, with an even prettier pussy… mmmm all for me. all of this is all for me.” despite saying such obscenities on camera, the way nagi said it with his smooth and deep voice laced with vocal fry, made it seem as if he wasn’t saying the most nasty shit imaginable. it was so damn hot.
“allllll mine.”
your hoodie was lifted up to show your soft skin and breasts bouncing with every slow thrust of his hips, and seishiro couldn’t get enough. he just kept staring at your soft body.
“f-fuck—! come in me, please-mphmmm,” you whined (for the camera and totally not because he was fucking you really good…), arching your back and clawing at his biceps.
“gonna take it, babe? cmon, pretty girl… gonna look so pretty with my cum all inside you—all full.”
seishiro hissed through gritted teeth, the grip of his left hand on your waist tightening. he slammed on you on his cock, sheathing it and out inside you so good and spilling his warm load inside you with a loud sigh. “mmm—oh my god…”
he pulled out of you, his cock glazed with your slick and his cum, and angled the phone to show your puffy cunt, oozing his load onto the sheets with your legs and breathing shaky.
“attagirl… look at that…” he murmured, sheathing his cock into you and slamming that cum back in.
then his smooth voice turned to one of slight annoyance.
“ah—ahh shit, i wasn’t recording…” he breathed out, placing the phone on the nightstand and groaning. his cock still pulsated inside you, your cunt clenching around him the moment he admitted his “mistake”. “my bad.”
“na-nagi—hgnhhhh—!” you whined, your arms around his neck only tightening. “why’d you do that?”
“gotta make this up to me. you forgot—hic—to record.”
“of course.”
you couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t hot—to think that your lazy boyfriend of all people was fucking you like he was in heat all for a stupid onlyfans video.
so when you posted a photo of yourself kneeling in front of the mirror, legs wide open and showing your creamy, overflowing pussy, fingers spreading your outer labia and causing for globs of his cum to spill on the floor, you of course had to caption it with:
“boyfie decided to creampie me after playing his video games n now my fav panties are all ruined w his cum ! he didn’t let me record :,(“
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i loved this oneshot/drabble, but honestly would’ve preferred it to be blue lock centric tbh eheh (i’d like to say this account in general is mostly blue lock centric after my old blog was more jjk and honestly, i lean more towards blue lock now—franchise wise and community wise) anyways baby’s first nagi piece yayyyyyy!!! i was thinking he’d be the best character for thissss but idk ! also my (ahah) glitter banner couldn’t load so this post lowk feels naked……..
nagi seishiro is absolutely insufferable when he’s sick.
he whines softly beside you, limbs tangled and lost in yours, and at this point, you don’t know where he ends where and you begin.
“sei?” you call out, rubbing your eyes open.
nagi hums in response, nuzzling further into you.
“you’re hot, baby. are you…” you turn and face him in bed, holding up the back of your hand against his neck, “you feeling okay?”
nagi shakes his head beside you, and you sit up before brushing your hair aside. you look at him, his long arms wrapped around your legs before you sigh and ruffle his hair.
“headache…” he mutters against the pillows, and he looks so uncharacteristically soft for a 6’-something guy that you can’t help your heart from aching just a little.
“i’ll get a thermometer and some pills, okay?” you say, gently pushing off his arm.
“stay.”
nagi’s arm locks you down, his months work of training finally paying off as his muscles pop out.
“baby—“
“just go back to sleep…” he grumbles, and you can practically hear his pout from his tone alone, “don’twantyoutogo…”
“but sei, you said it yourself. you don’t feel so good,”
“feel much better with you around… not gone…”
“you’d feel better with meds,” you deadpan.
“i’d feel better asleep,” he answers, and thank God he’s sick right now or you would’ve smacked him for talking back.
you sigh, knowing this conversation isn’t going anywhere.
and nagi must’ve thought the same by the way he says, “no fighting, ‘s not good for the baby…”
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Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Vivian Hugo
NSFW SMUT
Bunny Iglesias
Absolutely.
He probably already had one before meeting you. Not because of a past partner or anything. He got it on his own accord because he obviously has a breeding kink and he figured he’d get one anyways once he had a partner.
Bunny knew who he was from an early (legal) age…
He didn’t wanna bother with the lengthy conversations about birth control, and IUD’s, so he just took matters into his own hands.
He doesn’t tell you he has one though.
The first time you fuck he’s got you in a mean mating press, legs thrown over his shoulders, thrusting into you hard, and raw.
When you asked if he was gonna wear a condom all he’d said was “I can pull out cariño I do have incredible reflex’s, I’m an athlete after all”
You believed him, because you trusted him. But you should’ve known something was up when you saw the sadistic smile on his face when he slowly entered inside you.
But lost in the pleasure and nervousness with your first time with Bunny, you didn’t pay it much mind.
That was until he came inside you of course.
He was thrusting into you brutally, his hands digging into your thighs, while you scratched at his shoulders. His eyes were locked onto the bulge in your tummy, his fat cock pistoning into you, while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
He moaned and groaned without holding back, the excitement of getting to cum inside you and breed you too much to bear.
“B-Bunny–I’m close” You whined under him, looking up at him with tear filled eyes.
“Yea? Cum for me corazón” He groaned while pushing down on your tummy with his hand.
You both moaned as he gently massaged your tummy where his cock was bulging.
Before you knew it your walls were clamping down on him as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched hard as you moaned out his name, back arching, nails digging into his arms, and juices squirting all across his defined abdomen.
That’s all it took for Bunny to cum with a guttural groan.
He fell on top of you, clutching the sheets as warm ropes filled your pussy up.
Your eyes widened in fear and shock, still shaking from your orgasm “Bunny? BUNNY!?” Your voice rose as the panic set in.
You just had sex for the first time with your boyfriend and he just came inside you.
Shamelessly, he kept rutting into you, fucking himself through his orgasm, making sure every single bit of his cum stayed inside your pussy.
Your eyes filled with tears. You trusted this man and here he was selfishly breaking your trust. Your life was basically over now. You’d have to quit your job, give birth, care for this child, and who knows if Bunny would even care for it to!? His career is so demanding he’d probably leave. His manager would probably throw money at you and tell you to stay out of his life in fear of ruining what they’ve built.
The tears were flowing now, your life was basically over and your big, stupid, boyfriend has still breathily moaning on top of you, his mind clouded by the crazy orgasm he just had.
You hit his shoulder and tried to push him off of you, “You’re so sick Bunny” You said between sobs, squirming under him.
He pulled his head up and had the audacity to smile?
Was he serious?
“Shh, cariño” He was fucking giggling now.
You stared at him, stunned. There was nothing fucking funny about this.
“I have a vasectomy mi amor. You’re okay” He caressed your hair and wipe don’t tears on your face, holding you close to him.
Your mind raced a mile a minute, “You swear?” You asked shakily, extending your pinky out to him.
His eyes softened and his smile faltered slightly when he realized just how mean he’d been, “Swear,” He whispered, intertwining his pinky with yours.
“When the fuck did you get a vasectomy?” You asked, sniffling.
“Long time ago amor” He said lazily as he fell back on top of you again, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
“Oh so you got one for another bitch” Your previous panic was now replaced with annoyance at the thought of your boyfriend having been like this with someone else.
He only laughed lightly against your skin, “No, I had it before ever having a girlfriend,”
“Why-“ Bunny kissed you then, shutting you up.
“Shh, be quiet, I wanna go again” He said, slowly thrusting inside you, “You’re gonna take everything I give you, won’t you amor?”
Sae Itoshi
Sae stared at his phone, deadpan.
Your contact lit up his screen and your voice echoed through the phone, “Sae? Baby? Are you still there?”
“Yea–I–“
“It’s okay you don’t have to answer, just promise you’ll think about it, okay? I gotta go, love you!” Your voice cooed on the other end.
“Love you…” Sae barely got the words out before you hung up.
He stared at the ceiling.
A vasectomy?
He’d never really thought about it before. Well, in all honesty he doesn’t really think about much outside of football, but this was entirely new.
You’d brought it up to him. Something about him always being away for games, IUD’s hurting…birth control side effects? He wasn’t really listening. He’d actually never given it much thought at all.
He’s used to just having sex with you, and it was good, it was nice, a reprieve from his demanding life.
It never occurred to him it could be better. If it’s not broke don’t fix it.
But you were asking, and you never asked for anything.
It would be more convenient. He wouldn’t get caught by paparazzi buying condoms like that one time… and it would open up new doors in your relationship…It would also eliminate any accidental children that may threaten his career…
Sae picked up his phone and called his manager. He cleared his schedule and booked the appointment.
Literally the next day, it was done. And by the time he saw you again, he was all healed. So he wasted no time in throwing himself on you.
You’re both bare, on your bed, him hovering on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his tip is prodding at your entrance.
“Baby, condoms.” You stated shyly.
You hadn’t brought up the topic of a vasectomy again after the first time, because he also hadn’t, so you sort of forgot about it.
But little did you know…
“It’s okay, no need,” Sae breathed on top of you. He was nervous, it was easy to tell. He was breathing heavier than usual despite that impeccable athletes stamina, and his face down to his neck and up his ears was flushed red despite not even being inside you yet.
You looked at your boyfriend, confused, but before you could ponder further he was sliding inside you. Raw.
You let out an obscene moan feeling him fully for the first time. Every ridge, every vein, the slight curve of him, his leaking tip. Every sensation was times a hundred right now.
He pushed in slowly, savouring the new sensation, and so you could really feel him. He could feel your walls clenching around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Sae,” You whined his name, the sensation of him inside you raw, splitting you open being almost too much, but you had to be sensible, “Sae…grab a condom,”
“We’re all out,” He groaned on top of you. He could cum right then and there with the way your walls were spasming around him.
“Then let’s stop. Please, I don’t wanna risk it.” The last thing you wanted to do was stop, but you had to be the responsible one because it seems like your boyfriend had lost all sense. This wasn’t like him at all.
“No. I took your advice, we’re good” Was all he said before he began thrusting into you. Slowly at first, but then completely losing himself in you.
You were so warm, so tight, so wet, and pulling him in like you’d die without his cock buried inside you.
You gripped his shoulders tight, arching your back as he drove into you. Your brain was melted, all sense lost in the pleasure he was giving you, you didn’t even have the consciousness to ponder about what advice of yours he took? It didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was you, him, and where you connected.
“Fuck–th-this feels so good,” Sae groaned on top of you. His hands were gripping your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Your head fell back on the pillows, eyes rolling back, as you clawed at his shoulders. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he kept moaning and whimpering?
Sae Itoshi whimpering?
That was new…
But you didn’t mind at all. If anything it only made your pussy wetter, and you pull him deeper into you.
He lifted his head and caught your lips in a kiss, mumbling sweet nothings and praises into your mouth. You swallowed each others moans as he frantically thrust into you, lost in pleasure.
“Sae–“ You whined agaisnt his jaw, “I-I’m close”
He only grunted in response, too busy chasing both your highs.
A few more thrusts and you were cumming all over his cock. You gushed around him, back arching, and that was all it took for Sae to come inside you with a pathetic whimper.
Your walls fluttered around his cock, your pussy pulling his cock impossibly deeper as he shot rope after rope inside you.
You were so blissed out in pleasure you didn’t even have the sensibility to worry that your boyfriend just came inside you. All you could do was lay there, clutching him as you came down from your high.
Sae lifted his head, breathing heavily, and kissed your temple, “I got that thing, you told me to get” His voice trailed off.
Your boyfriend was never the best with words, bless him, but he tried, and that’s when it clicked. Because when dating Sae Itoshi you learn to read between the lines.
“Actually?” You asked, shocked that your boyfriend took time out of his busy schedule to do all that comes with the procedure, and recovery, “I wasn’t actually serious, I was only joking”
“Oh…” Sae stared at you, trying to find out if you were being serious, “Well…I can always reverse it,”
“Don’t you dare,” You replied, pulling him into a kiss.
He smiled against your mouth, “But if you were only joking I don—“
“Shut up,” You mumbled against his mouth before pulling his lips against your own again.
Michael Kaiser
Yes.
Because everyone around him thinks so.
This man is not fit to be a father. And he knows it too, and you know it as well. At least not fit right now, maybe when he stops trying to choke himself out after any minor inconvenience.
With the way he crashes out when he’s not happy with a match…yea he doesn’t put up much of a fight and gets the procedure over with. Maybe he’ll get it reversed in a couple of years, but right now it’s better safe than sorry.
“I feel lighter these days,”
“That’s not how vasectomy’s work Mihya,” You replied rolling your eyes.
It was off season, and you two were spending some time in an expensive Italian Villa. You’re sat on a lounge chair by the pool, hidden under an umbrella for shade, while Michael hauls himself out of the water.
He splashes water from the pool on you, almost drowning the book in your hands, “MIHYA NO” You cry out, trying and failing to shield yourself from the water.
He laughs and lays on top of you, throwing your book aside. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and you can’t even stay mad at him anymore. You let his still wet body lay on you as you thread your fingers through his hair.
“You’re so mean, and demanding,” You mumbled into his wet hair. You grabbed a towel lying on the table beside you and began drying his wet locks.
“You love it,” He mumbled against your neck, before biting down gently, then soothing over the bite with his tongue.
“Hardly. Look at me taking care of you and you start biting me,” You joked.
“Yea? Let me make it up to you.” He lifted his head and looked up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and that signature smirk on his face.
And that’s how he has you bent over the railing thrusting into you.
The view is incredible, the dick is even better, life can’t get better than this you think.
You’re both completely bare, the sun shining down on you, fucking in broad daylight, without a worry in the world.
Michaels gripping your hip HARD with one hand and the other is tangled in your hair. Your hips are rolling, chasing pleasure and meeting each one of his thrusts, “That’s it, Shatzi,” He breathed, grunting in absolute bliss,
This was your first time fucking since he got the vasectomy and the thought of him cumming inside you had your mind dizzy.
It definitely wasn’t your first time fucking raw, but Michael always pulled out, and knowing that he wouldn’t this time had your arousal dripping down to your thighs.
You both moaned, loud. Good thing there’s no neighbors up here on the Rivera Ligure. Perks of dating the Emperor.
Michael moved to pull you closer, one arm wrapping around your neck in a chokehold and the other around your stomach, holding you up, and feeling himself inside you, hitting that spot with every thrust that he new made you see stars.
One tight squeeze of his arm around your stomach and you were cumming, your orgasm crashing in waves. You could only moan as he held you through your release, your hands unable to grip anything to ground yourself. Nothing except him, on your mind.
As your walls spasmed and clenched around your boyfriend’s cock, and you mumbling his name over and over again, he came inside you with a low moan.
The sensation of his cum shooting inside you, warm, rope after rope sent another wave of pleasure through you, your legs going weak. Michael held your body weight up, as he kept slowly thrusting and rutting into you, prolonging both of your highs, and savouring the moment of cumming inside you for the first time.
“Wow, Schatz. Best thing we’ve ever done,” He breathed against your neck, still holding you up.
“You’ve literally won a world cup,” You breathed out.
“Not comparable to this,” Michael said, slipping out of you and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, “We’re not sleeping tonight”
Vivian Hugo
Absolutely, for certain.
Vivian was losing his mind.
He needed to cum inside you. It was destiny, duh.
But becoming young parents, forcing your body to go through the terrors of birth control, or god forbid an IUD….and pulling out were not destiny. Vivian was sure.
In no world would he make his one and only destined love experience the list of horrors he knew came with birth control, or the horrific pain of an IUD, and he just couldn’t pull out, he was tired of doing it and he was tired of using condoms.
He wanted to be as close to you as two human beings could be. He needed your bodies pressed together, slick with sweat, and limbs entangled, unable to discern where you began and he ended, as he spilled inside you.
So that only left Vivian with two options: 1-Hope and pray one of you was infertile or 2-Get a vasectomy.
After staring at the pages of his blank book for about 10 seconds the choice was obvious, Vivian Hugo was going to get a vasectomy for you.
And it was perfect timing. He went while you were on some sort of trip, and before you got back he was at an away game.
By the time you saw him again, after 3 long weeks, you were both so deprived of each other that you basically pounced on one another immediately.
Vivian wasted no time ripping your clothes off, kissing all over your body and throwing you on the bed.
He kissed your collarbones, up year neck, and to your jaw, then pausing at your temple, “Chérie, you trust me? Right?”
You angled your head back, encouraging him to kiss your neck again and nodded, “Of course,” You said, wondering where he was going with this.
“Then just trust me, please.” He breathed before catching your lips with kiss.
He kissed you passionately, like a man starved. It felt like your first time with each other all over again. Him all sweaty and red in the face like he’d just gotten off the field.
Slowly, as he kissed all over your face, he thrust inside of you, raw.
You both moaned agaisnt each others mouths, hips moving in unison to meet as your bodies blended into each others perfectly.
It was like you were made for each other. The way his dick fit so perfectly inside your pussy, the way he hit that spongy spot inside of you every. single. time.
Destiny is definitely real, because that’s the only way to explain how someone like Vivian Hugo found you.
He kept kissing along your neck and jaw, occasionally biting down to stifle his moans and whimpers, “You feel incredible chérie,” He moaned into your ear.
The sounds he was making and the praises me was mumbling had you clenching around him, pulling him deeper into you, making your back arch and nails dig into his skin with every thrust of his.
You were seeing stars. You did every time he touched you. Oh destiny was definitely real. You weren’t so sure before, but after meeting Vivian, it’s absolute.
Vivian began thrusting faster, harder. Your nails left scratches down his back as your head fell back on the satin pillow, “V-Vivi—I-I’m so close” You whined.
He began thrusting even harder, his movements becoming frantic. He brought his hand to your stomach and pushed down on the bulge his dick had created in your tummy. He couldn’t look at it because it would make him cum immediately.
Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the movements. Your hips meeting his with each thrust, his tip prodding that spot inside you each time he pushes in, your nails marking up his back, and his lips all over your body.
Vivian squeezes his eyes shut. Feeling you like this, consuming all his senses was going to make him cum immediately, he felt his orgasm approaching him rapidly.
But Vivian, ever the gentleman, never let himself cum before you. So he pressed down harder on your stomach, earning an obscene moan from you right agaisnt his temple. He began massaging your stomach, making sure you felt every single vein and curve of his cock as he fucked you.
Your brain was blank at this point, your boyfriend the only thought in your mind. His big body hovering over yours, his breath agaisnt your neck, his moans in your ear, his cock splitting you open, his hand on your tummy, and the other holding you close. It was all too much.
You came with a shudder against him, and he followed right after.
Your juices displayed across his abdomen as your arousals mixed and dripped down your pussy and onto the expensive sheets.
Vivian kept rutting into you, his mouth on yours, both of you panting heavily into each others mouths.
He dropped on top of you, still sheathed inside as your body’s finally recovered from the aftershocks. Your hands stroked his back and tangled in his hair as he held you close, both of you still shaking, trying to catch your breaths.
“I love you,” He whispered against your mouth before kissing you again, “Thank you for trusting me” He said as he pulled away.
As he stared at you with his glazed over onyx eyes it hit you…Vivian just came inside you.
Your eyes widened, an expression Vivian had never seen on you before overtaking your features.
Before you could say anything he held a finger up to your lips, “I got a vasectomy for you. For us,”
Your eyes softened, and then you hit his chest, “You’re horrible! How could you scare me like that?!” You pouted.
“It was a surprise. You barely noticed. Took it like it’s something we do everyday,” He smiled down at you, admiring your fucked out appearance.
You rolled your eyes at him, “Well I suppose it will become an everyday thing,”
“Don’t get my hopes up, mon chou,” Vivian smiled against your lips as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, and began slowly thrusting into you again.
This isn’t medically correct at all, but who gaf
Is this good, i feel like it’s a little off putting
I’ll make a master list soon! I just wanna write more so there’s actually stuff there. I hate seeing empty master lists like why have one public if it’s empty….
let me know if you guys wanna see anything specific!
i need a real life vivian hugo to come save me from ts, je suis fatigue
“my ult isn’t ready yet, dude. . i just don’t get why you’re yelling at me — i’m doing my job as a tank and you’re letting a bp into our back line. that’s like, your job as a vanguard, dude, i don’t get wh- hold on.”
nagi muted his headset, his eyes flicking to you for a split second before locking back onto the screen.
“stop grinding. . you’re distractin’ me.”
since you sat on nagi’s bed two hours ago, the only words exchanged were variations of “can you get off the game now?” and “in a few minutes.” as nagi’s girlfriend, it’s only natural that you would want his attention to be on you and not on the game! it wasn’t easy getting nagi’s attention when he was focused on a video game, and desperate times call for desperate measures. .
you had snuck up behind nagi, moving the headset off his ear slightly, before resting your chin on his shoulder. you claimed you just wanted a ‘closer look at the game’, but nagi doesn’t remember dirty talk and moaning being a marvel rivals combo.
“i need you so bad , nagi . .” you whined, your tender hands reaching around his gaming chair and lifting up his shirt as they began to glide along his abs, making their way up to his sensitive chest. though his eyes were on the screen, there was no mistaking the way his teeth pulled at his bottom lip, the way his adam’s apple bobbed slowly, how his body tensed: you had him right where you wanted him.
“m’so wet for you already. don’t you want to get off the game and pay attention to me instead . . ?” you sighed into his ear, your fingers finding his hard nipples and starting to pinch and roll softly. you caught the way his breath hitched, how he glanced towards you for a split second. a few more minutes of this and you had this in the bag!
. . that was until nagi had had enough. as soon as reo went afk to use the bathroom, nagi tore off his headset and was on you like a dog. he turned in his chair, his large hands finding your waist and setting you down on his lap as he kissed you hungrily, aggressively even. his hands found their way to your ass, groping and squeezing— your moans were like music to his ears. your hands roamed up and down beneath his shirt, going down, down, down, finding the waistband of his sweats and tugging.
pulling his hands off you, he lifted his hips off the seat just enough to tug his sweats down to his knees. you reached down and pulled his straining cock out of his boxers, sliding your hand up and down his straining length. he tore away from the kiss, his head lolling forwards against your shoulder to muffle his whines as you worked his aching dick, squelching sounds of precum loud in the dead silent room.
it was dead silent until there was a faint hissing from the headset. a reo-sounding hissing from the headset. he had comeback from the bathroom and was ready for another game. much to your disappointment, nagi reached over to grab the headset and put it back over his ears. you moved to get up from his lap, but he stopped you. “stay.” he mumbled, reaching a hand under your skirt and pulling your soaked panties to the side.
he pulled you up and lined his tip with your hole, biting his lip harder when he felt how wet you were. your face contorted in pleasure as you sunk down, your hands set on his shoulders as you started moving up and down an-
“no. that’s too distracting. . just sit. you wanted attention, right?”
and that’s how you ended up in this position. your gummy walls pulsed around his thick length, trying to resist the urge to just say ‘fuck it” and start moving, desperate for something. anything. but he wouldn’t budge. this wasn’t enough.
“nagi, please. can’t- hnngh-! can’t take it. .” you whined into his ear, your pussy clenching around him once more.
“you’re gonna have to.” he huffed. “game’s almost over.”
you spent another two minutes in agony and need, your whines barely affecting him as much as you’d like them to. you glance back at the screen in desperation, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight of the victory and mvp sequence (nagi, of course). you let out a particularly loud moan, turning back to nagi with a pout on your face. for some unknown reason, reo had to go afk yet again. strange. nagi didn’t bother muting his headset, since he knew reo likely wouldn’t be back before you two were done. his hands moved to your ass once more, his lips finding your neck as he started moving you up and down his cock, sucking at your neck harder at the loud moans of relief.
reo sat silent as a mouse at the other end of the line, listening, a hand sliding down his shirt and towards his waistband. what, you hardly thought those whines of desperation were quiet, did you ?
content. mdni. | virginity loss, daddy kink, p in v, missionary, gojo & nanami can maybe hear everything, praise, clit rubbing, etc
based on this request! // written for @cutestgirllyyyuu
a/n: eekkk idk how I feel about this but !!! I initially wrote this as they do it while gojo and nanami are asleep nearby like right there but idk
the apartment was overflowing with testosterone today unfortunately. toji had his friends, nanami and gojo, over to watch some boxing fight.
your boyfriend had insisted you sit by him while you do homework, not wanting to be apart despite the difference in activities. it wasn’t much of a problem for the most part, especially because it allowed you to snuggle up next to him while figuring out complicated equations.
but, being in the presence of his friends made things a little difficult.
you were so shy—as in cheeks always uncontrollably flushing and words only able to come out in awkward mumbles in response to teasing comments they threw at you.
usually you could deal with them commenting on your shyness but today, they’d struck a nerve.
it was late at night now and toji had went to the bathroom which left you with the two men. you kept your gaze stuck to the grid paper on your lap, avoiding their gazes like usual.
still, you couldn’t help but strain to hear their mumbled conversation. gojo who was clearly a little drunk from one too many beers, nudged nanami and gestured towards you.
“think toji even gets close in bed? she seems kinda cold.. in that way, y’know.” he rambled in what you were sure he thought was a whisper. it was in fact much louder than a whisper.
a drunk nanami lightly slapped the back of gojo’s head but it was clear he was stifling his own laughter. “don’t say that. she’s just shy, maybe she doesn’t even wanna lose it with toji.” he mumbled back, taking a swig of his beer.
the conversation died at the hands of another being brought up. you went back to your homework but the comments still lingered in the back of your mind.
after a while, toji finally returned and came back to his seat beside you. upon looking up, you noticed that gojo and nanami were both passed out on the other couch.
you set your pencil down and glanced up at toji who was already looking at you.
“‘ji.. do you think I’m cold to you?” you asked quietly, avoiding being too loud since the others were asleep.
he raised an eyebrow at the random question while his fingers reached down to brush your hair back. “‘course not, baby.”
you thought for a moment and set your homework on the table before leaning over to press your lips to his.
he responded enthusiastically, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your warm mouth. the bitter flavor of beer and the familiar taste of toji coated your mouth. the kiss grew desperate quickly from mutual hunger and when you pulled back for air, his gaze was all molten desire.
“what do ya need tonight sweet girl? my fingers or my mouth?” his whisper was hushed, an attempt to stay quiet for the sleeping men.
you smiled innocently but mischief glinted in your hungry eyes. “need something else..” you whispered back a bit shyly and his pupils dilated impossibly with desire.
“what do you mean?” he breathed as you leaned forward to whisper against his parted lips.
“need you inside.. wanna go all the way.” pink bloomed in your cheeks.
when he pulled back to look at you, it was clear his self-control was hanging on by the thinnest thread. still, he tried to appear serious and made sure you were okay—definitely taken aback.
“you sure, sweetheart? we can hold off if you’re not ready. it’s okay.” he reassured in a hushed whisper.
gojo and nanami hadn’t moved a muscle, still in a heavy drunken sleep.
you pouted and nodded, “need you, I don’t wanna wait anymore.” your voice was soft as shyness lingered beneath each word.
a muscle in his jaw twitched a few times and he quickly stood, easily lifting you up in his arms like a bride. the soft mattress sunk a little as he laid you down after entering the room.
“you sure baby?” he asked again but his voice was so obviously filled with desperate need. with a quick nod, your starving eyes watched him undress.
within seconds, toji was hovering over you and his lips were on yours. the kiss was rushed, teeth clashing together and tongues colliding. your lips were wet with spit as he pulled away to press hot open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck instead.
“should tell me to stop baby. fuck, don’t know if daddy can hold back.” he rasped lowly, pressing his hips down into yours so his hard bulge was flush against your cunt.
you shook your head as a breathy moan escaped. lifting your hips, you rocked against him with desperation. “don’t hold back. need you so bad daddy.. please.” you whispered shakily.
“gonna be real slow at first, baby.” he promised and wrapped his fingers around his veiny base, nudging your nearly dripping lips. you nodded and stared down at the dirty sight.
he parted your lips with the leaky tip and very slowly eased it inside. “feel okay?” he breathed out, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.
it was clear that he was seconds from snapping, so close to finally stuffing you.
“feels good. deeper toji.” you encouraged after adjusting, giving him the green light.
he blew out a small breath and pushed in further slowly, watching your face to check for signs of discomfort. instead he just saw a lust-filled expression, captivated by the scene playing out in front of you.
the unfamiliar pressure made your stomach cave with nerves and anticipation. “still okay?” he muttered, voice strained.
you nodded shyly and parted your legs a little more for him. “go all the way..”
he grunted and gripped onto your thigh tightly before slowly pushing each hard inch inside. the stretch was dizzying—it felt like you were being split apart. there was an unmistakable ache, which he was aware of from the slight furrow to your brows.
he hummed lowly and brought rough fingers to your clit, rubbing the swollen nub. “relax f’me sweet girl, it’ll feel better.” he drawled, staring at you darkly.
you nodded, eyes growing hazier at the dual pressure on both your clit and inside of you. the discomfort faded away gradually and was replaced by brain-melting pleasure.
“feels — ngh — better now daddy.” you mumbled, already cockdumb from him bottoming out.
he groaned and slid out halfway before filling you back up quickly while maintaining eye-contact. the look on your face as he fucked you drove him close to insanity.
a soft moan spilled from your lips, no doubt passing through the thin walls.
“so fucking tight.. can barely move.” he panted, pressing his thumb against your clit as he continued his slow thrusts.
you arched off the bed slightly at the unfamiliar rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body.
“mmfh—daddy, harder. don’t stop please.” you begged between breathy moans, fingers curling into the sheets beneath you.
toji breathed hard and complied with the request, turning each thrust harder.
you cried out loudly and instinctively covered your mouth with a shaky hand, remembering the two of you weren’t home alone.
he smiled darkly and took your hand, pinning it down beside your head as his hips slammed against yours. “let ‘em hear daddy tearing you apart for the first time.” he breathed out, earning a soft whimper in response from you.
from there, toji was no longer gentle. he physically couldn’t be. his hips snapped forward roughly as he nearly tore you apart.
the obscene sounds of skin slapping together and loud uncontrolled whimpers flooded the sex-hazed room.
there was no doubting the fact that his friends could wake up and hear you guys at any given moment—if they hadn’t already. the dirty idea only heightened the experience for you both.
toji circled your swollen clit as his cock continued sliding in and out of your slick walls. he caught your moans in his mouth, kissing you and messily sucking on your tongue.
“nngh—so close, daddy!” you cried out shakily as your lips broke apart.
he pinched at your clit harshly while continuously nudging the deepest part of you with his leaking tip. “come on daddy’s cock, baby. let — hah — go for me.” he encouraged in between a rough grunt.
you lifted off the bed with a guttural moan, hand weakly pushing at his abdomen as overwhelming pleasure struck you over and over. your reactions to coming undone made him fall apart just as quick.
he bit down hard on the crook of your neck as he came, squirting his seed deep inside of you. you breathed hard and were nearly shaking from the high, pussy twitching helplessly around his softening cock.
“did so good for daddy, sweetheart.” he whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to the skin his teeth hard carved into.
you were a boneless mess on the bed, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and pure bliss.
“such a good girl, took me so well.” he praised in between gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
he scooped you up into his arms and pulled you in from behind, keeping his cock nestled deep inside of you. you drifted off quickly from his soothing touch and soft praise, limp in his arms.
cw: smut, daddy used as nickname, fem!reader, creampieish, pet names, nanami and reader are married, p in v, aftercare, slight fluff, NOT PROOFREAD
wc: 0.5k(ik it’s hella short leave me alone)
pairings: nanami x reader
a/n: remember when i said i would write at least once a week… safe to say that's not happening. buttttttt its summer so i have all the free time in the world. short nanami fic to get me out of whatever slump this is (i lowk hate it). HAPPY BELATED NANAMINN!!
You stepped into the living room. It was almost afternoon, Nanami had let you sleep in today. As you entered the living room you found your daughter and husband sitting on the couch. Some kids tv show droning in the background.
“Look mama look!” your daughter beamed. Jumping up and down on the couch while tightly gripping on your husband's bicep. “Stickers on daddy!”
Nanami was covered in stickers you could only describe as cutesy. Various Hello Kitty stickers coated his arms. Nanami didn't look so amused by said decorations but who was he to tell his sweet daughter no.
You brought yourself down to sit on the sofa with them. Nanami’s not decorated arm grabbed you in and pulled you close, draping over your shoulder. You slowly rested your head in the crook of his neck, peppering small, innocent kisses. He smiled sweetly at the sensation. To him this moment was pure bliss. His two girls close and calm, secure in his arms.
“Daddy,” your daughter asked, voice quiet. “You should let mommy put stickers on you,” she said, placing another sticker on his arm with focus.
This was the perfect opportunity to fluster Nanami you thought. “Yeah daddy, you should let me put stickers on you,” you announced while running your manicured finger down his chest.
Kento’s cheeks flushed slightly. You’d only ever called him daddy in the bedroom. Never in public or even when just speaking to your daughter. He softly patted your arm as if to punish you for your actions. He was only met with a giggle and you pulling the arm wrapped around you low enough so that his hand met your ass.
“So what do you say daddy?” you spoke staring up at Nanami.
“Sure, my love,” he responded hesitantly. Nanami knew one thing for certain—your playful antics always ended with sex.
˚₊‧꒰ა ≽^•⩊•^≼ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
“ngh ken” you slurred out.
You were on a new high after already finishing twice. The normally gentle lover Kento now fucked you roughly, not that you minded.
He thrusted into you harder, spanking the already bright red mark on your ass. His balls slammed against your lips as he quickened his pace. Nanami didn’t often fuck like this but in his mind this was what you asked for.
“Da–mmm–daddy,” you spoke through your unruly moans. “I-ah ‘m close,” you groaned into your pillow.
Even after you finished he kept going, chasing his high as well. Both of you had came but his thrusts hadn't ended. He fucked both yours and his cum back into you.
“Ken you-”
“Not my name sweetheart.” he cut you off, smiling at you with gentle eyes not so gentle thrusts.
“D-daddy, I can't go any longer.” you said looking over your shoulder.
“Alright honey” he quickly slipped out of you, laying by your side.
You tucked yourself into him. His arm wrapped around you pulling you impossibly closer. He pressed soft kisses onto your temple and forehead, his hand traveling up and down your side.
“I love you,” he spoke, his mouth still attached to your forehead.
“Love you too,” you responded. He looked at you expectantly. “ugh i love you too…daddy.”
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⟡˖𐩑 yuji sure does love your ass
yuji always seemed to be touching you in some way. at all times his hands were connected to you. he touched you everywhere but there was definitely a preferred area – your ass.
right now you were watching a movie with him. you’re both sitting on the couch, your head on his chest and legs draped over his. one of his hands holds the backboard of the sofa while the other mindlessly plays with your waistband. his hand is slowly entering your tiny shorts as he fully emerges himself in the movie.
you pay his hand no mind, you're used to it afterall. but now his hand is fully grabbing a cheek. He squeezes and rubs it, he practically treats it like a stress ball.
you looked up at him, a small giggle exiting your mouth. “what?” he responded looking back down at you. he truly had no clue what you were giggling about. everything seemed normal to him.
“nothing yuj,” you decide to leave him alone.
he places a kiss on your forehead and squeezes your ass again, it's stronger this time. “okay!” he says back.
“yuj!” you yelp.
he looks down at you with a confused and concerned look. “you okay?” he asks.
you point your head in the direction that his hand and your ass are in. eyes wide to emphasize what you're pointing out.
instead of stopping, yuji looks at you with a riddled face and squeezes your ass once again. you look back at him with warning eyes. he does it again, twice this time.
“yuji, can you s-” you try to plead as he pulls you into a kiss. your body shifts into his lap and now you're straddling him while he uses his tongue to navigate your mouth.
it feels good for a second until you realize that he cut you off, “yuj i was-” his mouth is back on yours. he bites gently on your bottom lip and licks the bite right after as if he’s healing a wound.
“i’m sorry. what were you saying?” he pulls back, eyebrows furrowed. one hand is steady on your waist the other grabbing a handful of your ass.
“dont worry about it,” you said, breathless. your lips went crashing back into his.
the kiss was messy and lasted far longer than it should've. heavy breathing, hard and passionate licks, and occasional nibbles filled the next few minutes. yuji pulled back abruptly, “wait, does this mean i can eat your ass?”
“yuji itadori.” you responded with an annoyed face. it was safe to say there wouldn’t be any more activities happening tonight.
boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."
boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.
boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.
boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.
boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:
"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"
boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.
boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.
boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.
boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.
boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:
“What’re you doing now?”
“Can I come too?”
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.
boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.
