#mightbmel

synopsis: Your boyfriend Yuuji Itadori invites you over to his place to take cover from the rain after a date.. when, “just a nap” quickly turns into something more..

contains: NSFW, clothed sex in the form of grinding, minor use of swear words, reader is described with female body parts, and yearner Yuuji. Reader & Yuuji are both 18+ and in an established relationship.

wc: 2k

The fan whirs above your head.

It’s silent, for the most part, besides the sound of the spinning blades of the fan and the sounds of your lips, wet with saliva, smacking against another pair.

The sheets rustle too, your movements shifting the comforter along with it as you make out with your boyfriend, Yuuji Itadori, as he has your chin cupped by his free hand like he never wants to let go.

And you can’t help but feel that pit in your stomach stir, arousal clouding your consciousness and making your heart race.

It was just supposed to be a nap, you two said,

He had simply shot you a text to take you out, inviting you inside his room after a date to get a drink at your favorite store, given that the rain was pouring so heavily outside.

The walk to his place left yourselves exhausted, and you originally planned to simply nap together as you’ve done before.

But one kiss led to another, and now you’re on his bed, lips against his own as you part for air.

But you catch your breath quicker than you parted, wanting more as you absentmindedly leaned into his touch.

He was gentle, restrained, for the most part, yet his grip managed to tell more than he was letting on.

Deep down underneath it all, he nearly lost control.

It was the sounds you let out after every kiss, your skin revealed as your sleeve slipped down your shoulder, and how you barely seemed to control your own excitement.

You were struggling just as much, he could tell, taking up more space than he had given you like you wanted to consume him entirely.

The way you used a hand to pull him back in, dark hair tickling your skin by the back of his neck.

And he let you, equally as needy as you were.

And it was until he eventually leaned on the headboard, that your eyes had met one another, pupils blown and bright, begging for permission.

And he let you, now pulling you in as you crawled on his lap.

It was nervous, the way you fumbled, like you didn’t know what to do with yourself given that he was your first experience with intimacy whatsoever.

But he never blamed you, or made it a big deal, telling you it’s okay if this was clumsy. He was a virgin too.

He’s told you, bashfully, that he’s only ever touched himself at the dead of night, admitting that he did so to thoughts of you.

What you looked like. What you tasted like. What you felt like.

Those thoughts had stirred his cock upright, picturing you on his bed, taking his tan pink, girthy length with everything he gave you.

The image of your tits bouncing with every collide of his hips against your backside, kneading your breasts, and painting your soft skin in white, his tip dripping with seed.

That was how you left him, he admitted.

Hungry. Needy. Like a dog in heat, needing release, as he made it clear to you how bad he wanted you.

And yet he kept himself restrained, calm, waiting for you to be the one to take the reins. Because his biggest fear was overstepping what he could do to you, do with you, and you felt the same.

Back on the scene, his eyes were clear, pleading for more than just a kiss as he put on a desperate face.

It wasn’t forced, not at all, it was purely desire.

It’s what you did to him, and Yuuji had no shame.

He’s simply so desperate for you, and he’s made that known from the start.

He loved your laugh, your smile, and the way you lit up when you spoke. And yet he wanted to know more and more, leading him down darker thoughts as he wondered what you sounded like in bed when he touched you just right, where you liked to be kissed, and what expression you made when he made you cum.

He needed you more than ever, as you needed him, pulling you closer by the waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, like it was only the two of you in this world.

The room was dim, nothing but the dark blue sky emitting the same hue into his room through the windows facing the bed.

And though the fan continued to spin, the heat between you two felt hotter the longer this went.

Cautiously, he had his hands on your lower waist, just above your rear in fear of going too far.

He wanted to play it safe, even if his mind was begging him to flip you over and take you right here.

But Yuuji, was Yuuji, and returned the same desperate energy you gave him, throwing all caution to the wind as long as you did too.

And it was all you needed, your lips wet with each others spit, gliding and pressing along each other, making you wet as the sounds filled your ears.

He didn’t mention how you pressed against his growing bulge, big and hidden underneath the thick layer of sweatpants he had on, but it was just enough to rub your cunt.

It felt so right, rocking back and forth in slow motions as you kept on kissing him, the both of you sick with teenage fever as you mewled his name.

Yuuji had to hold back, swallowing your moans and kisses because if he let his mind hyper-focus on the way you said his name, he swore he might just cum right there.

All he could do was throw his head back, his face scrunching while his brows furrowed with a squint, his hand falling to grip your ass as he helped you grind forward.

Little curses slipped from his lips feeling you grind against him, and even through his clothing, was better than he could’ve imagined when his cock was in his hand.

It was taunting him, the reality that your cunt was only a few layers from being skin to skin with you, feeling you, tasting you.

He was so ready to do it all, yet did everything in his power to restrain himself and let you take control.

But you were losing it too, stopping the motion of your hips as you paused and met his eyes, crawling off of his lap only for a moment to throw your shorts to the side.

You’re only in your blush pink panties now, matching his locks perfectly like you were intending this, along with your off shoulder sweater that Yuuji had paid for you as a gift.

He wondered what else you had underneath, letting his imagination run wild until you sat back on his lap, noticing the wet spot that dampened his sweatpants.

I should take my pants off too..

Yuuji thought, shifting you gently so he could pull his sweatpants from underneath himself and toss it to the side, careless to where it landed in his room.

But none of that mattered now, feeling you crawl back on top of him as you noticed the dark spot of pre he’d left, visible in his red underwear.

“‘M sorry.. just got excited..”

He mumbled, shyly, making you giggle as you were equally as wet.

“It’s alright.. just hold me.”

And so he did, using his hands to shift you back onto his lap, the cloth barrier significantly more noticeable now as it was much thinner than before.

“Fuck.. you’re so wet down here baby..”

I wanna clean you up,

He left out, saving that for when you were ready to go there.

God knew he wanted nothing but to taste you on his tongue, feel you grind against his face in desperation and feel you squeeze his head with your thighs.

But he focused back on the moment at hand, twitching underneath you as he felt you more now.

Your clit dragged against his thinly clothed shaft, just grazing the head of his cock ever so slightly when you rocked back far enough, and you shivered, deciding to burrow your head in the crook of his neck.

You snuggled yourself against him, arms reaching his back to slip them underneath his white tee and grasp his shoulders, looping your arms like you wanted to keep him locked in this position forever.

The position was warm, and snug, given your comfortable clothing, but you enveloped each other like a hug neither of you wanted to let go from.

He kept his hands gripping your buttocks now, kneading your fat as you let out his a whine.

You were close, you could tell, time and time again noticing your own breathing pattern would change, and how much faster your heart would beat.

As was he, letting out little whines with the grip on your ass getting stronger, raising both hands to your waist as he helped you rock faster.

The sheets shifted with frantic shuffles of cotton on cotton as you rolled yourself faster, your movements suddenly sloppier and hasty.

And he knew, bucking his hips as the room was quickly filled with sounds of little ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh’s’, growing in intensity the faster you rocked.

“Fuck— Y..Yuuji—!”

“I know baby— me- me too—“

Suddenly, Yuuji’s head was tossed back as he bucked his hips up into yours for the last time, stilling his motions as you came with a high pitched, muffled whine, shaking terribly above Yuuji as he gripped you through all of it.

You held him by his shoulders still hooked underneath his arms as you gripped them for support, feeling his bated breaths tickle your ear.

He was panting, and so were you, breaths mingling in the air as you had to catch them.

Both of you parted for a moment as it was hot, collapsing on the bed as he was able to sneak a peek at your clothed wet spot.

Flustered, he averted his gaze and smiled, leaning down to kiss you deeply as you wrapped yourself within the comforter.

He stood up to grab fresh boxers for a moment with his foot steps echoing in the room to his drawer, back to his bed to meet his beaming wide eyes filled with love and affection with yours.

You were tired, clearly, still needing that nap even after what you’ve just been through, given the long walk to his place.

He noticed, throwing himself onto the bed landing on top of you as the bed bounced with him.

Messily so, tugging the comforter along to wrap the both of you in it, until you spoke,

“Yuuji, im probably gonna have to start leaving clothes here. My panties are soaked.”

You giggled after, motioning downwards as he shifted his head to notice, the realization making him spring upward.

“Oh—Here.. you can take those off, I’ll give you some pants..”

He would’ve forgotten you were soaked in your arousal from excitement, had you not mentioned it.

He watched you leave to clean yourself up in his bathroom, coming back to bed as you were equally clean, wearing recently washed pajama pants that hung on your hips just a bit.

“I know they’re big, sorry.. all I have..”

Yuuji mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly knowing his size of clothing ran much bigger than your own.

But you didn’t seem to mind, snuggling nonetheless and finally getting comfortable with him in bed. You were comfortable, relieved, and had your boyfriend right beside you as the rain tapped against the window creating a calming atmosphere.

What more could you want?

But that was all you asked for, cuddling with Yuuji with his head resting on your chest, using your breasts for pillows, looking up at you.

“I love you, babe.. I mean it..”

He spoke softly, his tender words bringing warmth to your cheeks.

“I love you too, Yuuji..”

With that, the two of you drifted into much needed deep sleep, with your fingers tangled in dusty pink his hair, and his arms hugging you loosely on your sides.

It was like it was only the two of you, and neither of you couldn’t ask for more.

dry humping Yuuji and grinding yourself on his clothed cock, covered by his boxers but it feels too good and you’re too desperate to wait to have him inside.

You’re twisting tongues in each others mouths and the feeling of his fat, pink flesh getting sloppy with yours makes you leave a wet spot on him.

He’s desperate too, uneven breaths, rocking back and forth while he has one hand on the small of your back and the other, softly kneading your ass as he lets you control the pace.

Finally, tired of feeling him through his clothes, you lift yourself from his lap and tug the band down, girthy pink cock springing out and alive as it’s already dripping with pre.

Wet enough, you lower yourself onto him and feel him slip inside, passing that gummy ring inside yourself as he bottoms out.

You feel so full, your mound pressing against his own as you squirm from how good his balls feel pressed against you down there, rocking yourself to grind on his sack.

You two go at this for a while, sloppy and desperate like you’re entirely controlled by your hormones in the dimly lit space of his room.

You rock yourself again, finally reaching your climax as you throw your head back, feeling him shoot his cum, cock restrained inside the condom wrapped around him as he throws his own head onto the headboard, twitching inside.

You’re both a mess, trying to catch your breaths as there’s slick and cum connecting the two of you, and all you could do is smile as he gleams at you so softly, and lovingly.

Fucking you just a little harder so he can see you react to it knowing you can barely keep your voice down, challenging you with a smirk.

Uryu Ishida who turns your head to look into your eyes, making sure you keep eye contact, slowing down whenever your gaze drifts away.

He’ll show you another side of himself entirely, and if you ever think of gossiping with Orihime or Tatsuki, they’ll just think you’re crazy, just because of how far his personality in bed can shift with you when you’ve driven him mad enough. Enough to leave you sore and weak in the legs for the day or so..

But he knows you love it, kissing your ankle as he slows his pace down, softening as he slips out, coming back with a warm towel and a drink. No one would ever know how good he treats you behind close doors, with nothing but the vibrancy of your energy giving it away when he’s out with you.

contains: fluffy stuff for the most part, you & Megumi have unspoken feelings for each other, and Nobara’s insanity. Oh, and dogs.

tags: @k44rds @stqrdvstmp4

divider creds: @/bbyg4rlhelps

wc: 1.2k

“I’m only here for the dogs” you said, pulling up in strides to Megumi’s doorstep of his dormitory as you wait.

You shot him a text, some time in the afternoon that you’d be coming over.

No why, no when, no previous warning whatsoever, just letting him know you were on your way.

Sighing, as he looked at your message inbox, he let his phone fall to the surface of his bed and summoned his dogs before you even got there.

You couldn’t even get to fully walk through the doorway before two large dogs pounced on you, nearly throwing you back against the hallway wall.

“Hiii boyyy!! I missed youuu!!”

The two wolves didn’t stop as they attacked you with a barrage of licks to your face, trying to reach out to ruffle the both of them.

“Okay, okay— hah— stop, stop, I know you love me.. I love you too—“

You were nothing but a fit of giggles and laughter, cooing at the dogs as they tugged at your shirt, signing they wanted to play, as the other licked you relentlessly.

Megumi didn’t like when they got so riled up like this, but if it resulted in you giggling and smiling, perhaps he didn’t mind..

His gaze almost seemed soft as he watched you, playing with his summoned dogs as they continued to bombard you with licks and tugs, careful not to pierce you with how large their canines were.

You would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy with his two furballs, how his gaze lingered on you like he was in a trance.

But as they had their fun and relaxed, you let out an exasperated breath, your smile ear to ear as you sat yourself up, resting your weight on your arms behind you on the hardwood floor.

His white divine dog gave you a few more licks, making you smile as you pet him under his chin, cooing softly. It seemed these two had enough, calming down as the other laid his head in your lap.

One hand of yours idly pet his head, finally turning to pay mind to Megumi.

“So..”

“So..?”

“So, you know im only here for the dogs right..”

You said, teasing him as you gleamed with that smile while you caught your breath, your full attention on him now.

He shrugged, trying to force down the smirk that threatened to curve his lips.

“I can see that.. this is your— fifth time coming here unannounced to see my dogs.”

Sure, to ‘see his dogs’.. that’s what you told yourself, fully in denial like you didn’t want to believe there was any other reason you showed up to his dorm time and time again.

You narrowed the swift beating of your heart down to the excitement after playing with the two of them, always out of breath with how energetic they were.

Totally, not like it was because you were in his presence. His room, with nothing but you being the focus of his attention.

Meaning, a lot of the time, when you did this, it was only the two of you. And you ignored the way that realization flustered you.

Your knees were so deep in the river of denial that you forced yourself to consider otherwise— telling yourself you were imagining things, and you were just overly excited to see him for any other reason but himself.

Nobara, of course, teased you relentlessly about this. You seemed so airheaded— obnoxious, or dense in the way that you ignored every possibility your feelings were for Fushigiro.

“Whatttt? Nah, im always red like that after seeing Megumi. You know I like to run in the halls.”

“Well, im always texting him because Gojo sets us up together for missions. Communication is key, after all.”

Nobara swears she wanted to slap you. Instead, she opted to face palm herself, sighing as it seemed like you dodged her allegations entirely.

Why, she didn’t know, always hearing you chalk up your feelings for him as something unrelated, that had nothing to do with how you softened around with him, made time to see him, and were always seen by his side during a conversation.

You two were stuck together like glue, and frankly, she was tired of it.

“Oh my god— Y/n.. just admit you like him already!!”

You gave her a funny look, furrowing your brows like she was joking with you.

“What? We’re only friends, Nobara.. he doesn’t like me that way..”

She caught the way you reacted to yourself at the end of your sentence, a shift in your demeanor like what you said had upset you.

But you buried that thought down and recovered rather quickly, smiling as you nudged her arm.

“You’re so funny girl, this is why I like you.”

God. This was going to put her in an early grave someday.

She couldn’t stand the way you acted so oblivious, and how he was so subtle.

Whatever ‘hint’ he tried to signal, flew so far over your head, missing you entirely.

Nobara equally hated how bad he was at trying to tell you he liked you, like pulling teeth, trying to get him to be forward.

“Come on, I mean, you really can’t see the way he acts with you compared to the rest of us?! He doesn’t do half the things he does for you for us—“

Her words caught you off guard, your cheeks flushing as you seemed to be in thought.

Her face lit up for just a moment, like you were connecting the dots— and then—!

“Well— maybe he just does this because he sees me as his.. best.. friend..?”

Yeah. You were gonna kill this girl alright.

She hated trying to get through his head just as much as yours.

She tried to tell him, poking him with a finger to his chest as she stood firm.

“Fushigiro, when are you going to confess to Y/n?”

Megumi hated the way just the sound of your name leaving her lips alone made him feel. He tugged his collar upwards, a poor attempt to hide his face as he turned the other way.

He didn’t know when, or how, to confess to you, even if this part of himself urged him to do so whenever you two were alone.

Megumi didn’t want to make a big deal out of things, have his confession blow out of proportion, so much that all the peers in his year eventually know. He wanted something private, and lowkey, but he didn’t have the confidence within himself to believe he’d succeed.

So with hints, he tried, and tried, but like a plane they flew over your head.

At one point, you were so oblivious to his extremely subtle hints that he thought you dodged what he said entirely, making him shy away.

So he figured from that point on, he’d continue with this charade of letting you get away with coming over, uninvited, as you pleased.

But he would never tell you outright how you were always welcome. Always wanted here, with him, in his room.

He may not have had a confession prepared right now, but he hoped that the way he looked at you, had said it all.

Megumi & Yuuji reacting to you texting them that you got caught playing with yo’self (tsk tsk)

contains: nsfw but nothing graphic/explicit, mainly crack. Reader is fem implied, relationships can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader teases the boys a little bit, and use of y/n for your name and n/n for nickname.

tags: @k44rds @stqrdvstmp4 , @/feimingo for dividers

includes: Chad, Ichigo, & Uryu

ICHIGO KUROSAKI

he’s loving the way you’re fucking him back, riding him as he thrusts his hips back up to yours, watching him throw his head back on the couch. “Fuck.. you’re riding the shit outta me.. ‘can barley take it baby..” Ichigo groans, bursting flames of confidence through your system while you raise your hips, slamming them back down as the living room is full with noise of skin meeting skin.

The show you two put on Netflix is running idly now, your original plans when you invited him over, texting him that your parents weren’t gonna be home until the next morning. Of course, Ichigo took this chance to book it to your place to spend some time with you. It wasn’t often you two got any alone time, especially at the Kurosaki household.

Ichigo gripped the fat of your ass, squishing both cheeks with his scarred hands, helping you back up and down as he followed your bouncing tits with his eyes, his smirk faltering every now and then in place of a low moan.

“Let’s put a show on”, you suggested, but when you knew it was going to be the two of you at your place alone, you knew you’d both be doing alot more than just watching some tv.

But before you could recognize the sound of your dad’s car in the driveway, and his keys making its way inside the lock of the front door, it opened with a creak.

“Hey kiddo, your mom and I stopped by that Chinese place and I thought we’d—“

Silence.

That was all you heard after your mom had let out a sharp gasp, and your dad had stopped his sentence mid way, both you and Ichigo pausing as you two suddenly recognized the voices by the door as your eyes met.

Suddenly, with the rush of adrenaline, and embarrassment running through your core, you rushed to cover yourself with whatever clothes and blankets nearby, as you hid as much as yourself as you could with the fabric. Meanwhile Ichigo pulled out as carefully as he could, eyes wide as he rushed to throw on his hoodie and sweatpants.

“Dad! I— I didn’t know you two were coming back so early I—“

“Sir— I’m— we’re really sorry I—“

The both of you stumbled over each others words, what story to say and what excuses to make, flushed in the face to the brim with the disbelief you two just got caught fucking raw on the living room couch.

“Y/n.. I.. I just get dressed— I’ll talk to you two upstairs..” your father said, exhaling out loud while his fingers bunch at the tense bundle of skin between his furrowed eyebrows, his other hand on his hip. Your mother by his side already going off in a stressed out rant.

All you two could do was nod in shame and embarrassment, getting as clothed as you can until you two made it upstairs, ready to get scolded like two high school kids.

“I.. they told me they wouldn’t be back, Ichigo..” you started, but he could only huff and give you a smile before pulling you close, kissing your cheek.

“Nah.. don’t worry about it babe.. I know you weren’t expecting this. But.. if anything, just prepare for how embarrassing this is gonna be..”

All you could do was smile and teasingly nudge his side, letting him give you one more kiss to your forehead as he flashed you a smile.

URYU ISHIDA

“Uryu..”, he heard you whine softly, like music to his ears.. bringing a hand to glide over your skin in embrace as he brought it back to keep your leg in the air, giving his cock space to slip in between and thrust inside.

Uryu wanted to be slow with it, making love with you from behind the very few times you two thought you’d be interrupted for a while at his residence, as his father had his own duties elsewhere at times like this.

Rubbing the soft skin on your legs and kissing your neck, helping sat up to flip you onto your back, setting his glasses aside to not fall onto your face as you eyed the way his hair fell forward so gracefully. Which seemed to be just about the way he moved doing anything.

Leaning down to meet your lips in a deep kiss, he pushed your legs forward up to your chest, bringing one hand down to slip himself back in as he watched your face morph in pleasure, your tits pooling to your sides as he brought the one hand that wasn’t gripped to the sheets beside your head, to massage the right and squish your tender flesh every now and then, earning soft moans from you while he rocked at a decent pace.

But before you could moan out his name one more time, you two were startled at the sound of a knock, shooting your heads to look at the door.

“Uryu.. these notes..”

The two of you suddenly scrambled at the sound of his father turning the doorknob, pulling out of you while you rushed to put on whatever clothes you could find, sweating from the sex and panic.

To the sight of his father opening the door, he found you two sweating, panting, and, most of all, messy. Your hair a mess with your cleavage covered up by Uryu’s white hoodie, and his son, equally a mess with wide eyes behind his loosely hanging glasses.

Ryuken Ishida balled a fist to his side, but kept his cool, letting his annoyance fade.

“Uryu.. it seems we’ll be having a different conversation. Meet me in my office.”

And with that, his father left the two of you alone to clean yourself up, meeting each others eyes as you laughed awkwardly.

“Hah.. I— I’m sorry.. I didn’t-“

“No. It’s fine.. I should’ve known.”

Uryu stopped you in your tracks before you even got to blame yourself, exhaling in slight relief, as he flashed you a sincere smile.

“You can stay here and clean yourself up.. I’ll be back with something to drink.” Uryu smiled, bending down where he stood to cup your cheek, kissing you deeply before standing back upright, finishing the last few buttons on his collared white button down.

You flushed and gave Uryu a sympathetic smile, watching him leave to walk off to his impending doom.

CHAD/YASUTORA SADO

Yasutora’s head laid back while you kept at sucking him slowly, his lips ajar and his chest rising with every breath.

You found yourself wanting to give him head for his pleasure and your own, your pussy dripping wet from how turned on you made yourself, sucking his cock in such a sloppy manner you couldn’t help but get wet.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend kept his hand gently tangled in your hair, free from guiding you as he let you go at your own pace, nearly killing him from how hard you kept sucking him, sat in between his thick legs and managing to pump and twist his shaft at the same time.

Yasutora brought his head forward to watch how you occupied yourself with his cock, bobbing your head and pumping what couldn’t fit, spitting on it in between, and the moment you brought your lips to his balls to tug and suck on them, he swore he saw the gates of heaven himself.

Letting his head fall back in defeat, he let out pleasured groans and pants, equally turning you on while you kept from touching yourself, because your fingers weren’t enough.

He ignored the small pool of saliva he had dripping down from his shaft to his ass, letting himself enjoy how good you were making him feel, twisting his cock while you momentarily switched back to kissing his tip. Like you were making love with the damn thing.

And you quite were. You loved Chad, and Chad jr. especially, so you figured why not show them a good time?

At least, that’s what you hoped for, not knowing his phone was buzzing with multiple texts and a few missed calls, quite far away and quiet enough that the sounds of you slurping up the spit on his cock was louder.

Without batting an eye, you kept at it, until Yasutora stood and decided he wanted to take you now, before he came.

“Ah! Be— be careful Chad..” you giggled playfully while he carried you over his shoulder, making you jump as he gave your ass a light squeeze.

He made his way over to his bed, landing you down softly while his cock still stood hard, and firm.. a sight for sore eyes that you were fortunately blessed with.

You smirked, your cheeks burning as Yasutora gave you a small smirk of his own back, crouching down to be at head-level with your pussy, exciting you even more.

Yasutora spread your thighs to make himself some room, diving in as his nose brushed against your bush. He used a free hand to tuck his own hair aside out of the way, ready to watch you fall apart on his tongue.

“‘Yasu.. mmn.. f..feels good..” you moaned out, sprawling yourself out on the bed, playing with your nipples ready to enjoy how this felt.

Your toes were curling, back arched and thighs clamped tight around his head while he languidly licked you, but the pleasure only lasted for a moment, unbeknownst to the two of you you’d be rudely interrupted by a—

knock.

Not one, but two hard knocks, startling the two of you as you heard conversation behind the door.

“Ah fuck.. who the hell—“

Just as confused, and mildly annoyed as you, Chad stood up abruptly and faced the door, recognizing whose voice is behind it.

Yasutora froze, wondering if he misheard the voice he recognized behind the door as a couple more knocks that beat the door startled him.

“Yasu.. who is it?”

His lips parted slightly to speak, looking back at you with a sweat drop, hesitant.

“Your parents..” “—WHAT?!”

You didn’t let him finish, eyes wide in shock as you stood up from the bed and collecting yourself, at least, with clothing, fixing your hair and tucking the pieces that flew out, while Chad himself threw on whatever sweats and tank top laid nearby.

“What are they even doing here? I didn’t even..” you rambled, your voice drowning out in the background as you dressed yourself up in whatever was thrown on the floor.

Chad only watched you with sympathy, not really sure what to say in the moment as he stayed quiet, wondering what he should say.

But your boyfriend didn’t need to say anything as you rushed to the door with heavy footsteps, swinging it open as you were face to face with your parents.

“Y/n! Hey honey, we just wanted to drop these off..” your dad stated, holding a bagged gift of miscellaneous confections and treats, signed by your younger cousin, along with an envelope signed by both your mom and dad.

Your mom ushered in to give you a tight hug, squishing your cheek as you felt a little embarrassed, only because Chad was about seven inches deep in your throat about ten minutes ago.

“Oh Y/n we missed you and..” as she spoke, she drifted as she noticed something the moment she pulled away. The marks littering your neck, to the flushed color of your cheeks, and most telling of all, how much of a mess you appeared in those clothes.

Your mom’s face went bright, blinking like she was finding what to say, and decided to link her arm with your father’s.

Your father, confused, wanted to argue about leaving so soon, but your mother cut him off swiftly.

“D/n, let’s come back another time.. I think we.. stopped by at a bad time..” patting his arm in an attempt to sway him.

“I think we’ll give you a call the next time we’re on our way..”

You only blushed, feeling embarrassed as you stood in your spot with your feet flat on the floor, knowing you weren’t quite dressed to be hanging out and talking.

Chad only gave her and your father a small nod in respect, feeling quite shy regarding what you two were doing not too long ago, and watched the pair walk away, closing the door after you both gave your goodbyes.

You sighed and threw yourself on the bed, defeated from the fact that you lost your high and didn’t even get to finish.

Your boyfriend turned, exhaling as he sat on the edge of the bed by you.

“..You think she knew..?”

Without even sitting up, you respond.

Naoya who can’t get enough of your scent.

He’d hate to admit he could pin down exactly when he first noticed it, not that he ever would. But your scent was so enthralling he hated the way you turned heads, stopping even himself in his tracks to look at you.

The smell lingered as you walked by, mind on the notes. Naoya would never wear feminine scents meant for someone such as yourself, but his nose knew right away.

Hints of vanilla musk, it seemed? With notes of marshmallow blending into a sweet mix that kept him thinking about you all day.

You just smelled so so sweet, and he hated something so minimal like the perfume you wore had him this way.

It was a cool afternoon at the Zenin estate, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway as most of the members must’ve been training themselves.

You didn’t quite mind, deciding to do your own thing as you had just happened to walk down the hall as Naoya left the room, sliding the door shut.

And at that moment, that’s when your scent hit him.

It was a moment so brief, unremarkable at that, and yet when you had passed him and brushed shoulders, his nose had caught wind of what you had on that day.

His eyes widened in surprise, immediately forcing himself to fake a face as if you were looking his way, but his expression went unnoticed as you went about your day.

You hadn’t done anything directly to catch his attention at all, and yet you did, and he hated it.

It was times like these he felt weak. To be swayed by someone such as yourself so easily, is a feat Naoya should have surpassed easily, and yet all it took was passing by.

In his mind, he wanted to stop in his tracks, turn to mock you or press you about your perfume, question if you were wearing it for a man because “women never do anything for themselves”.

But unexpectedly, he kept shut.

Only because he knew that would reveal that he had caught a whiff of you at all. Something that he picked up unintentionally. And that, he didn’t quite like.

Perhaps he’ll do so later on during the day, but his thoughts lingered on you as you kept on your way with relaxed steps, continuing forward without a goodbye.

Yasutora “don’t run from it” Sado.

He loves you more than anything, he does.

He loves to watch the way his cock slides between your folds and slips his head inside, your slick gathering around his shaft.

The way you squirm and arch anytime his tongue is pressed against your clit, lapping up all of your arousal, your hand on his head in a poor attempt to push him away from your overly sensitive pussy.

But he adores it all, watching with a gaze heavy with lust and so much love, he could never get enough.

So when he has you stomach down ass up on the bed, he can’t help but take in how good you get wet for him, cream gathering around his base from how good he’s making love to you this long.

He brings a hand to your back to lower you, having you lay on the bed flatter than before as you feel completely stuffed at this angle.

Before he even starts to move again, you’re already squirming, his large hands on his hips thankfully keeping you still for the most part as you look back at him, completely flushed with pleading eyes.

It was like it was all too much, how stuffed you felt, considering he was far beyond average compared to any other man.

He knew you could take it, and yet here you were, a hand of yours finding a bundle of sheets to grab onto like you couldn’t.

Perhaps it was too much, but he stayed calm. You two had an understanding of your boundaries, given your safe word before starting anything whatsoever, so he knew if you truly wanted to stop, you’d make it clear.

Yasutora couldn’t help the way his cock twitched from meeting your gaze, such a submissive expression written all over your face he couldn’t help but feel himself harden even further, if possible, exhaling out a heavy breath.

Hovering over you, now flat on the bed he allowed himself to come down to your level, chest to back as he was as close as he could be.

It was suffocating, smothering, just how you liked it.

Not enough room to squirm around, but just enough to breathe, trapped underneath the weight of him.

Watching you carefully, he maneuvered an arm forward to hook underneath your neck in a chokehold, his muscles holding you just enough to keep you there, but not enough to squeeze.

He kept you smothered underneath him entirely now, the sweat of his chest on your back while he was pressed skin to skin, as he liked how soft the skin of your ass felt against his.

Letting you adjust, he slowly started to move and thrust himself forward, knees bent against the bed while he slotted his cock in and out, creating lewd, wet sounds as his cock kissed your cervix.

He felt so deep inside, pressure in your stomach from how far he went, but you didn’t mind it, letting your head fall to the pillow as you surrendered entirely.

Seeing how you could take it, Yasutora angled himself in a position where he could move quicker, suddenly filling the room with slick plap plap plap’s as he changed the pace.

The angle had you seeing stars, eyes widening from how deep he truly was hitting you at these speeds, beads of water pooling in the corner of your eyes as you began to feel overwhelmed.

You cried out his name , earning a small hum of acknowledgment in return as he kept on.

He didn’t loosen his arm underneath your neck, keeping you still as he pounded you from behind, the room quickly getting filled with sounds of your breath and his own.

You could feel him let out every breath with each thrust as he panted by your ear, his head lowered besides yours to be as close to you as he could, occasionally lowering his head to press a kiss on your shoulder to thank you from how good you were taking him.

But the longer this went, you felt yourself grow antsy as pressure began to build up quickly, leading you to squirm further.

He watched as you reached an arm to grip again at the sheets, attempting to crawl away as he continued, fucking you forward each time his pelvic bone met your ass.

He watched you with heavy eyes, continuing his movements without a second to stop.

Yasutora went on until he felt you tighten just right, strangling his cock by your walls as he let your flesh embrace him.

He let out a deep moan, feeling you constrain him like you didn’t want to let him go, thrusting deeper to get you closer as he knew you were reaching your edge.

He watched as you tried to crawl away, squirming as he brought a free hand to snake its way up your arm, tangling his larger fingers with your own.

The bed created a lovely medley hitting the wall, your voice like the main part of the song as he managed to get you louder and louder with each push sinking himself further into your cunt.

Each thrust led to a kiss against your cervix, enough to feel the pressure of him deep as if he was in your stomach but not rough enough to bruise you.

You couldn’t take it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let yourself surrender to the pleasure, taking all of him as his stamina allowed him to keep up.

Your clit rubbing against the wet bedsheets rushed you closer to your climax, the sensitivity overwhelming as you turned your head, nothing but whines and pants as Yasutora nodded, enveloping you in a deep kiss that tied you two together while you shook violently underneath him, crying against his mouth as it was muffled by his lips.

He kept you close, feeling you shake against him as you came down from your high with heavy breaths, hovering above you.

The tightness of your cunt had initiated his own climax, filling the condom heavily as it spilled inside you, pulling out after a few slow thrusts.

He pulled apart from you, watching you as you laid there, tuckered out, and breathless.

He had given you a moment to catch your breath as he came back with a drink to hydrate you, and a warm damp towel to clean you up, smiling as he loved to see you fall apart.

All from his doing.