just imagine prohero! katsuki tryna get you to piggyback him. you’re yelling at him to gtfo cuz he’s massive & made of muscle. but this man is just cracking up..
+ bonus if you’re a prohero, or just strong, as well & you do carry him. he’d only make you suffer for a little until he gets off.
“babe, just carry me..”
“katsuki, you’re fucking heavy!”
“all that yappin’ n you’re still carrying me.”
he thinks it’s funny.. & hot. you think that your back will never recover.
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summary: when the kissing lesson lowkey gives you a bonerrrrr.. omggg…
cw: reader has curls, cheap ass couch, reader is evidently more experienced than ji, smut — kinda subby!ji, dry humping, reader gets called mommy by accident.., ji cums in his pants. oops!
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the clock read 11:14 at night and jisung’s eyes burnt holes into the ceiling. the broken springs in the couch made his back ache. no matter how hard he tried to get you and your soft, plush lips out of his mind, he couldn’t. and you being laid on top of him only made it that much harder.
after he had valiantly fought over the wall of awkwardness left behind by your kissing lesson, you and jisung had decided to watch a movie; of your choice obviously.
the movie you chose was of absolutely no interest to him. something about two guys frantically trying to get laid before college? gross.
but in requesting this movie, when you nestled between his mandspread legs and laid your head against his chest in efforts to ‘get more comfortable,’ he lost all grounds to complain.
your voice interrupted the low volume dialogue on the tv. “ji?”
he hummed in response.
“you asleep?”
“nope.”
“you enjoying the movie?”
“nope.”
you turned abruptly in shock, “huh??” now face to face with him, “it’s superbad, this is like.. the best movie.”
jisung felt his heart grow warm at the sight of your pout and the corners of his mouth threatened to raise. the gentle light of the tv on your face made you look so real to him. like something different than usual.
“i don’t know,” his purred, just above a whisper as his eyes scanned over your face, “i’m just bored of it, i guess.”
“well, go to bed then. and i’ll just go home.”
jisung immediately sat up straight, almost knocking you off of the couch. “what no!”
your eyes widened slightly at his reaction.
jisung started to ramble, “i mean, like. no, i’m not tired. i just don’t really fuck with superbad. i don’t know.”
you soothed your hand over your ear before laying back down on him, “riiiigghttt. so it’s not that you don’t want me to go home? pretty rude.”
jisung’s chest shook gently under you with laughter. “no, that too, obviously.”
you rolled your eyes before lifting your head once again to rub your ear. the sound of jisung’s heartbeat was somewhat soothing at first but it seemed to have gotten louder in the last couple minutes. your eardrums were crying out.
“jisungie, if you’re not at all entertained by this movie, why is your heart palpitating directly into my ear? you got the hots for mclovin?”
“hm?”
you sat up fully. “nothing. you’re acting weird.”
jisung felt heat rise under the surface of his skin, “whatareyoutalkingabout?”
you squinted at him. “is this because we kissed?”
you were met with silence and a blank stare and immediately curled in on yourself, “aw shit, dude…”
jisung was involuntarily unresponsive as you backed away further — as far as you could without falling off the couch. his lips were moving like he wanted to reassure you so badly but nothing was coming out of him.
“jisung, im sorry, wanted to help, i-i didn’t—
“no, no, don’t freak out,” he reached out to grab one of your arms.
“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—
jisung grabbed onto your other arm to try and bring you back to him on the couch, “waitt,” he was trying not to laugh. mean ass.
“and then i went and laid on your chest, like.. i feel like a creep.”
jisung finally succeeded in bringing you back to him and wrapped his arms fully around you. he spoke, muffled, into the thickness of your curls,
“you’re not a creep. don’t be dumb.”
limply, you let your chin fall onto his chest.
“i just.. have a lot of thoughts right now. i’m not trying to be awkward.” his hands soothingly rubbed your back and you sighed. “swear.”
unfortunately,, you couldn’t find it in yourself not to interrupt this heartfelt moment. “wow, ji, you’re so.. boyfriend coded, sometimes.” it was now you going to rub his back. but he swiftly jolted away,
“what??!”
“i feel so cared for.” you gazed up at him playfully and his face scrunched up.
“you don’t have to be a boyfriend to care for someone, yknow. what does that even mean.”
jisung’s eyes darted all over the room. the door, the window; as if he was looking for escape routes. probably because if you looked directly into his eyes for long enough, you’d realise how into you he truly is.
you shrugged, “i don’t know. i caught a vibe. or something.”
“you caught a vibe?” the cringe was visible on his face, even in the dimly lit room.
“i was feeling something! i don’t know.”
all he could do was laugh in your face. and when the laughter died down. you remained staring at each other in the silence you left. for what seemed like forever, you stared. you wished you could hear what he was thinking, because the longer you settled in silence, the rosier his cheeks appeared in the dark. cross-legged and facing each other, you felt your bodies leaning.
strangely enough, you didn’t notice the seemingly magnetic pull between you until you felt jisung’s lips against yours.
your body didn’t allow you the time to question what was going on before you could card your fingers through his hair, while his big hands found their way to your waist, dragging upwards so his thumbs could rub at your bare skin.
no different from you, jisung had no idea how he had found himself to get so lucky. but what he did know, was what you taught him.
one of the hands from your waist moved to your jaw and tilted your head slightly. his tongue ran over the expanse of your bottom lip; a silent request that you allow him access. you granted his request and a soft moan rose out of him.
you had pulled away to try and tease him but his hand at the back of your neck pulled you back, just for him to peck your lips,
“you have to use your tongue,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “so that i can copy you.. and know that i’m doing it right…”
your eyelids fluttered at his words before he went it to kiss you once again. you brushed your tongue against his, eliciting another moan from him as his hands squeezed at your sides. you wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled into his lap.
“jisungie, i didn’t think you’d be this vocal. i guess i should have, but i just didn’t.” you breathed out.
jisung passed a weak attempt at laughing your comment off. but his body betrayed him, his hips stuttered upwards into you.
“mmph— shit, i’m sorry. sorry, y/n.” he braced his hand against your thigh, leaning back on the other one and you whined at the friction.
wordlessly, you rocked your hips down over his and he groaned into your neck. his breath was hard against your skin, making you shiver.
“please. keep doing that.” both his hands were now on your hips, “that feels so good.” he whimpered.
you hummed at him and harshly rolled your hips into his once again. you felt your eyes flutter closed and you wondered whether it was from the pleasure or due to the fact that you wanted nothing less than to become sentient at this moment and realise that.. this is kinda fuckin strange. who would have thought a kissing lesson would end up like this? huh.
his lips had since moved down to kiss at your neck, making you keen and throw your head back — a sight that almost knocked jisung clean out.
the fact that this time yesterday, he had never even kissed anyone, but now he had a girl on top of him was triggering some sort of system overload. not that he was some sort of sex pest that was overly well versed in masterbation, but he claimed to know how to hold his own, knew how to ‘prolong the experience.’
that being said, at this moment in time, he didn’t think he had ever felt this sensitive before. it was like he was back to square one. d1 virgin.
“ah— please, please..” jisung breathed into your neck as his hands subconsciously rose up to grope at your chest and he thrusted up into you, “y/n, you feel so good.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not even in me yet..”
the indirect promise that, eventually, he would get to fuck you, made his eyes roll back with a groan. just the thought of getting to slide himself into your warmth made heat prickle at the back of his neck. he groaned internally in pure embarrassment over the effect you had on him. he was getting close.
your hand stroked at his face. as much as you were enjoying the show of him writhing and whining under you, you needed to feel his lips on yours again.
“jisung, please kiss me again.”
and he wanted to give you that so badly. he also so badly wanted to not cum in his pants. not that he had any choice in the matter anyway.
“i-i want to.”
your brows furrowed, “ji.. you can. it’s okay.”
jisung groaned loudly, “ughh, fuck, okay. okay, okay, come here.” no point fighting it now.
one of his big hands moved from your breasts and reached up to your neck as he pressed both your lips together in a feverish kiss. desperately whines rose out of the back of his throat with each swipe of his tongue over yours. you had started to grind your hips harder and he swore he was going to die right then.
“ouu, fuckk,” he moved his face back to your neck, “i’m so close, ma- mmph.”
“you’re getting close?”
“m-mommy— fuck, i’m gonna cum.”
your legs involuntarily squeezed around his hips. the more outwardly submissive he got, the more frantic your movements became. like some sort of fucked up chain reaction.
“don’t stop, don’t stop, mommy, please.”
jisung’s breath picked up and you started to breathe heavier when his hips stuttered upwards into yours. his moans became louder and more irregular as he wrapped his arms around your body.
“i’m c-cumming.” he sighed into your chest followed by a lewd string of high pitched moans. his breath was shallow against your bare chest before he dropped his body backwards onto the couch, catching his breath with heavy lidded eyes. you followed, flopping your torso down onto his heaving chest.
you poked his arm, making him twitch, “are you awake.”
“mhm.” ji scrunched his eyes closed. he wished he wasn’t.
“did you call me ‘mommy’ just now?”
“mm.. no.”
your brows knit together, “huh, okay.”
his chest rose and fell in deep breaths under your head.
“park jisung, we have so much to talk about.”
he brought up a hand to massage his temple, “uh huh.” and it settled in that the trajectory of your friendship might just have been changed forever. oh well!
“and you didn’t make me finish, so the pussy eating lesson is next. mkay?”
cw: smut(mdni),, p in v, kissing, unprotected sex, mention of drgs (w333d) , soft!connie, crampie, doggy.
plug!connie x black!fem!reader.
The glow of your phone screen was the only light in your dim bedroom, casting a soft blue across your face as you lay sprawled across your sheets. You’d been scrolling for the better part of an hour, bored out of your mind, when the thought hit you—a blunt would make this night actually bearable. Your usual guy was dry, but you knew someone else who always came through.
You tapped open your messages with Connie, the name saved with a little leaf emoji next to it. You’d met him through a mutual friend a few months back, and he’d been your backup plug ever since. Reliable, chill, and never tried to short you. You typed out a quick text:
‘Hey, you around? Need a dub. Can I swing by?’
You hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed, waiting. A few minutes later, it buzzed.
‘Yeah I’m home. You got the cash?’
You bit your lip. That was the thing—you’d spent your last twenty on lunch earlier, and your paycheck wasn’t hitting until tomorrow. You weighed your options, then typed back, trying to keep it light.
‘Actually I’m short rn. Can I get it on credit? I’ll pay you tomorrow for sure.’
The reply came faster than you expected.
‘Lol nah, I don’t do credit. But I got another option for you. Check your messages.’
Your brow furrowed. Another option? Before you could ask, a video popped up. You hesitated for a second, then tapped it.
The video was dark at first, then a familiar figure came into view—Connie, shirt off, phone angled down toward his lap. He was stroking himself slowly, his cock already hard and glistening at the tip. He didn’t say anything, just breathed heavy, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. The video was maybe thirty seconds long, ending with a soft grunt and the camera cutting off.
Your heart was thumping. You stared at the screen for a long moment, then your phone buzzed again.
‘Pull up to my house. I got what you need. Both of us.’
You read the message twice, your stomach doing a little flip. Part of you wanted to play it cool, act like you weren’t already wet from that video. But the other part—the part that had been bored and restless and craving something—already knew what you were going to do.
You sat up, typed back a single word:
‘Bet.’
Twenty minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of his small brick house on the quieter side of town. The porch light was on, and you could see the silhouette of him through the front window, waiting. You killed the engine, grabbed your purse, and walked up to the door.
He opened it before you could knock.
Connie stood there in gray sweats and a loose black hoodie, no shoes, his hair a little messy. He gave you that easy grin, the one that always made you feel like you were in on a joke with him.
“Knew you’d come,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.
“Don’t get too cocky,” you shot back, stepping past him into the living room. It was tidy enough—couch, coffee table with a PlayStation controller on it, a few empty soda cans. The smell of weed lingered faintly, mixing with the scent of his laundry detergent.
He closed the door and leaned against it, arms crossed. “So you saw the video, huh.”
You felt heat creep up your neck, but you kept your voice steady. “Yeah, I saw it. And I’m still here, aren’t I?”
His grin widened. He pushed off the door and walked past you toward the kitchen. “You want something to drink first? Water, soda? Or you wanna cut to the chase?”
You followed him, leaning against the counter. “I mean… I didn’t drive all this way just for a soda.”
He laughed, low and warm, and turned to face you. “Alright then.” He reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a small plastic baggie with weed, tossing it onto the counter between you. “That’s yours. No charge.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he said, stepping closer. “But you gotta earn it.”
You knew what he meant. The air between you thickened, and you didn’t look away. “And how do I do that?”
He reached out, fingers brushing your wrist, then traced a slow line up your arm. “Just let me have you tonight. Simple as that.”
Your breath hitched. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward him. “You want that?” he asked, voice lower now.
You nodded, and he kissed you.
It wasn’t soft. It was hungry, his mouth pressing against yours, tongue sliding in before you could think. His other hand found your waist, pulling you into him, and you could feel how hard he already was through his sweats. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers gripping the fabric of his hoodie.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
You followed him down the hall, past a bathroom, into his room. It was messy—clothes on a chair, unmade bed—but you didn’t care. He turned to you, hands already finding the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. His eyes ran over your body, taking in your brown skin in the dim lamplight.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands cupping your breasts through your bra. “You’re so beautiful.”
You unbuttoned your jeans, pushed them down, and he dropped to his knees, helping you step out of them. He pressed his face against your thigh, kissing the skin, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you, a question in his eyes.
“Yeah,” you said, breathless. “Go ahead.”
He tugged them down slowly, his mouth following the trail of fabric, kissing your hip, your belly, the inside of your thigh. When you were naked except for your bra, he stood up, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you flush against him.
“Lay on the bed,” he said, his voice rough. “On your stomach.”
You did, crawling onto the mattress, your heart pounding. You heard the rustle of fabric—him pulling off his hoodie, his sweats. Then the bed dipped, and his hands were on your hips, lifting them slightly, positioning you.
His cock brushed against your wetness, teasing, and you let out a shaky breath. “Connie…”
“I know,” he murmured, leaning over you, his chest warm against your back. “I got you.”
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and you gasped, gripping the sheets. He was thick, filling you up just right, and he groaned as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against your shoulder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, his voice strained.
Then he started to move.
At first it was slow, deep thrusts that had you moaning into the mattress. His hand came around to grip your hip, steadying you, and the other snaked under your body to find your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
“Oh, shit,” you breathed. “Right there.”
“Like that? Yeah?” His voice was right in your ear, his pace picking up.
The sounds filled the room—the wet slap of skin, your gasps, his grunts. He was fucking you harder now, and you couldn’t hold back the noises that escaped you.
“Ah—fuck, Connie, please—”
“Please what?” He drove deeper, hitting a spot that made your vision blur. “Tell me.”
“Don’t stop, don’t—aah—right there, yes—”
He complied, his rhythm turning frantic, his breathing ragged. You could feel the pressure building low in your belly, your toes curling.
“I’m close,” you whimpered.
“Let go,” he grunted, his hand on your clit working softly. “I feel you, come on, let go for me.”
And you did, a moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling. He kept fucking you through it, his own breath hitching, and then he was coming too, a low groan as he buried himself deep, his hips stuttering.
He collapsed over you, his weight a comforting pressure, both of you breathing hard. After a moment, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, reaching over to run a hand down your spine.
“That was…” he started, then laughed softly. “Yeah. That was good.”
You turned your head to look at him, a lazy smile on your lips. “The weed better still be on the counter.”
He barked a laugh, pulling you into his side. “It’s yours. And if you want, you can crash here. We can roll one up in a bit.”
You settled against him, your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. Outside, the night was quiet, and inside, you felt warm and spent and satisfied.
He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.
How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.
The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.
The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.
“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.
You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.
“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.
You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.
“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”
Could I submit a request about Jack dating an EMT/Paramedic and he’s like “You rappelled down a bridge, again?” Like she’s badass and independent but he’s her man and cares about her.
authors note: i tweaked it a little but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless :))
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Jack was off duty and was not expecting a call from the hospital, it was his day off and he hoped it was going to stay that way. Dana was on the phone, most things blurred together but he heard her name and ‘injured on the job’. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment immediately and headed back into work.
Noise encapsulated the streets and continued way beyond into the emergency department. Bodies of doctors and nurses walked about, small chatter of patients and the distinct clinical aroma of a hospital. You sat perched on the cot, cradling your broken arm between two splints as you waited for a doctor to attend to you.
Dr. Collin’s breached the doorway with your chart listing off the tests that need to be done, ordering an X-ray for your arm and to conduct a physical examination of coordination to check if you had a concussion or not.
Collin’s excused herself after performing the exam and you were left alone in the bay. You overheard ‘where is she?’ and next thing Jack barged into the room.
“What happened?” Jack immediately went to your side.
“Work,” was all you could mutter. Your head rested against the fresh linen pillowcase.
“Don’t tell me you rappelled down a bridge again?”
Silence pursued his question. All you could do was give a guilty exchange of a smile in return.
“A young girl was dangling from below, a failed suicide attempt. The good thing is she is safe with minimal injury. Rather that than her take the brunt of what I got.”
Jack sucked in a breath, his shoulders tense and the crease between his brows prominent. Your uninjured hand grabbed his and rubbed soothing circles around his knuckles.
“I’m okay, baby.”
He sighed as you pulled him down to sit on the edge of the cot, gently tugging his arm to get his body closer towards you. A safe haven. You kissed between his brows then dragging the tip of your nose against his bridge before kissing him again on his lips.
“I’m taking you home with me after we get you sorted. You won’t be leaving my sight for the next couple of weeks,” Jack said.
“As long as I get to spend more time with you.”
“I hope this isn’t a newly developed tactic to spend more time with me.”
“What if it is?” You questioned cheekily.
“Baby, no.”
You laughed and kissed him in small successions until he smiled alongside you. God, aren’t you glad to have him by your side.
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SYNOPSIS: all you can think about is sitting on higuruma’s face.
✎ INCLUDES 18+, nsfw, cunnilingus, cum licking, praise kink, face sitting
NOTE(S) oh nothing.. just thinking abt animated higuruma’s nose (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
ೃ⁀➷ you were laying in bed wearing nothing except your favourite pink silky robe, customized with your initials. it was an average week night, waiting up for higuruma if you weren’t too tired from work.
he’d been busier as of lately due to him being placed on a high profile case. he’d texted you saying you should go to bed instead of waiting up for him because he’d be later than usual but you went against it and stayed up.
you kept yourself occupied with some self care consisting of showering and lathering yourself in hiromi’s favourite scent, vanilla bean. after showering you lit a candle and sat in bed to catch up on some novels you promised yourself you’d get around to reading once you had the free time.
you sat in bed, legs crossed and flipped through the pages when you heard the door knob twisting signalling higuruma was home.
“honey?” hiromi made his way to you and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“hey,” you smiled.
“you stayed up? i thought i told you i’d be back late.” he undid his button up shirt and belt.
“i know but i wanted to wait up for you,” you closed your book, setting it on the nightstand.
“come here.” he motioned you over to the edge of the bed where he sat.
you got up and stood over him with your arms crossed. hiromi pulled you on his lap gently, resting his hands on your waist over your robe.
“miss me?” he asked.
“hmm maybe just a little.” you teased.
“just a little?” he whispered, nibbling at your ear.
“you smell nice, did you put on that lotion i got you?” he rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent.
“yes, you like?” you answered.
higuruma fumbles with the small knot that was barely keeping your robe on until it fell loose. you let your robe fall off your shoulders, revealing your naked figure. he carefully tosses your robe to the other end of the bed before laying back in the bed, allowing you to be on top.
“wait-” an idea popped into your head.
“hmm?” higuruma gave a puzzled look.
“i was wondering since y’know your uh.. your nose,” you mumbled, only confusing hiromi more.
“what about my nose?” he questioned, tracing circles over your hips. you felt your face getting hot from embarrassment and the realization hit him.
“you.. you want to sit on it?” he asked. you avoided his gaze and nodded shamefully.
“okay,” he simply says.
his arms wrap around the back of your thighs, pulling you toward his face without hesitation. the sudden contact of his mouth to your bare pussy made you shiver. higuruma has always been an eater so this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
he was honestly surprised that you requested this as you’d always been shy and followed his lead. this time felt different. hiromi enjoyed letting you take control and doing what you wanted, it was hot. his hands spread your legs wider, giving him more access.
you felt as his mouth opened and sucked on your folds gently, exploring every part of you with his tongue. he hummed against you, sending vibrations of pleasure through your body. his nose pressed against your clit, earning a whine from you.
“hiromi.. yes,” you praised.
he groaned against you as you moved your hips, grinding against his nose. his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sight of you using his nose to get yourself off. he presses his nose harder to your clit while you grind against him. your breath gets heavier while your fingers tangle in his hair.
“you’re doing so good- hahh hiromi,” his face flushed at your words of encouragement. his arms reach up and guide your hips.
“i’m close baby..” you mumbled.
higuruma began lapping at your entrance with firm strokes while he moved his nose in a circular motion. his fingers dig into your hips when he feels your orgasm approaching.
you felt your release as you looked down to see hiromi’s face covered in a mixture of drool and your juices running from his nose to his chin. you panted, rolling over beside higuruma who was wiping his mouth and licking your slick off of his fingers.
Summary: you and Tyriq's first night after a recoupling.
A/N: Hi guys thanks for reading! I'm a little lost on what to write next, any requests?
“I want to choose this boy to couple up with because he is a man. He’s hilarious, intelligent, and kind. I am so excited to be in a couple with him, and I’m excited to learn more about him as a person, and I’m glad that we get to share a bed tonight.” You do a small victory dance. “The Man I am coupling up with is… Tyriq.” You smile. There goes his big smile. He walks over to you, grinning ear to ear, and grabs you into a tight embrace. Everyone claps and cheers for you both
“Thank you,” he mumbles into your ear. You pull back from the embrace, and your eyes bore into his. You can’t help yourself and you place a chaste kiss on his lips, not too fast or too slow. He kisses your back, holding the back of your head to add a level of intimacy. You both go back to your seats; you were the last islanders to go up.
“Congratulations you guys! Enjoy your night,” Ariana says as she heads out in another jaw dropping outfit. You all bid her goodbye. Everyone stands up from the firepit and goes their separate ways, but you and Tyriq stay put. He takes your hands into his, playing with your rings.
“Thank you again for choosing me, gorgeous.” He compliments. “You’re welcome, handsome.” His gaze is intense, but you don’t fidget under it. A second of uncertainty passes between you. You’re waiting for him to kiss you, and he does. He cups your jaw, pulling you into him and closing the gap between you. The kiss was soft and intentional, like your new couple. He put his hands lower on your back, avoiding your ass because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You could tell, so you grabbed his hands, putting them there. He smiled and sighed into the kiss, grabbing it a bit harder now, earning a moan from you. You ended the kiss with a few small kisses on his lips.
“Damn girl. I’m never letting go of you.” He admitted softly, like that was only meant for him to hear. Your heart clutches at his comment.
“Don’t make any promises that you can’t keep Tyriq.” You shook your head.
“I don’t.” he states. You purse your lips at him.
“Okay Tyriq.” You dismiss, walking away. He suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you into him.
He looked down at you and kissed his teeth. He sent you a knowing look before pecking your lips one last time. “I’m gonna talk to the girls, okay?” you say breathlessly.
He nods, letting you go. You felt chills all over your body. That was the buzziest interaction that you’ve ever had. You turn around, ready to tell your girls, and they were all sat by the lounge chairs, facing you. Half of their jaws were open, and the other half smirked. Your face was on fire, and you had a big grin on your face. “Did y’all see that?” you asked meekly. “Did we see it? We propped our feet up and ate some popcorn and watched the show.” Chelly snorted. You squealed, basically running up to them. You peeped Andrea off to the side looking a bit judgy. You’ve been nothing but nice to her despite the circumstances that y’all met in, so her being so stand-offish was confusing to you. You shook it off. You told the girls everything, before you were rudely interrupted by an agitating voice.
“Hey, Y/N? Can I pull you for a chat?” You turn around to Johnny behind you. You scrunch up your face in disgust and confusion for a second before quickly fixing it. Hearing whatever bullshit he had to say could be fun, you think to yourself.
“Uh, sure.” You get up and walk with him over to the dock. You both sit in awkward silence for a moment. “So?” you pop your neck a little.
“Sorry. I just wanted to pull you and formerly apologize for making you feel disrespected before. That was never my intention.” You shifted in your seat, kind of annoyed. This could have been sent in an email.
“Uh-huh.”
“I still want to get to know you, Y/N.” he states boldly, catching you off guard.
You raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?” You blow a raspberry finding this humorous. This man dumped you, and suddenly after you found someone else, he now wants to continue getting to know you?
“Sorry.” You throw out, not really feeling that way. “You’re joking.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “What’s funny?”
You point between you and him. “This!” you laugh so hard you snort, slapping your hand to your face, kind of embarrassed, but this is cracking you up too much for you to care.
“Y/N…”
“I don’t want to do this with you. No hard feelings man, you don’t have to worry.” You say standing up and you walk away snickering to yourself.
You walk over to Olandria, Nic, Iris, and Pepe. Nic makes a surprised face. “What was that about?” You control your laughs for a second. “I think he just tried to get back with me?” You sigh, taking your first big breath since laughing uncontrollably.
“Y/N, you’re so unserious.” Olandria admits, laughing to herself too. The rest of the table started laughing too. “Oh my god we’re all laughing at Johnny, and I just made out with Tyriq. This is the best night of my life, like seriously.”
“Why is this the best night of your life?” Tyriq asked, coming out of nowhere.
“Johnny asked Y/N to get back together.” Nic states. Tyriq looks over at you with concern on his face.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, and I laughed in his face.” You let out.
Tyriq put his hand on his chest, letting out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. “Foul.” He shakes his head.
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You just got out the shower, and you’re in the makeup/dressing room doing your makeup routine. Tonight, you’ll be sharing a bed with Tyriq for the first time, so you wanted to look and feel your best. You put on a baby pink Cami and short set and a pink matching bonnet.
You moisturize your body with a vanilla and amber scented lotion, and added a vanilla perfume to top it off, as you do every night before you go to bed. “Hey Y/N,” Andrea called, getting your attention. “Hey, what’s up?”
“What did you and Johnny talk about?” You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering what to say. You didn’t want to make her feel bad or embarrassed. “Honestly, it’s nothing for you to worry about. He apologized to me for the way things ended.”
“I overheard you saying that you wanted to get back with him.” She crossed her arms.
“Girl, what? He asked me. Damn girl, the last time I spare your feelings.” You turn away, now trimming your eyebrows that are a little grown out.
“Girl stop lying.” She shook her head. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“I do not want that buff ass labubu back. Have your fun with his weird ass. I hope that you guys run off into the sunset together.” You fire at her and get up from your seat. Johnny and his girlfriend were seriously getting on your nerves. Luckily you were done with your eyebrows, or you’d have to listen to her bitch until you were done.
Your nerves were on fire. You wanted this Johnny situation to be over with and out of your hair. You can handle confrontation, but your problem lies within the tension. All you wanted was for everyone to get along.
You entered the bedroom, and all of the islanders were in there, including Tyriq.
You walk over to your bed, shaking off your nerves. “Hey, pretty girl.” He greets. He’s wearing grey sweats, a white wife beater, a black durag and a gold chain. He looks damn near edible.
And there you were, looking as sexy as ever. Tyriq scanned over your body, pausing on your long legs first, then your stomach where a sexy belly button ring was placed, then on your beautifully soft face, half covered in your pink bonnet.
“Hey,” you smile getting into bed with him. “Excited to not sleep alone?” you quip.
“I’m excited to sleep with you, specifically,” he corrected. “I filled up your water bottle for you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that a lot actually.” He hums.
“What’s your love language?”
“Acts of service is definitely one of them,”
“Your water bottle was really just a small thing though.”
“Yeah, I know, but the small consistent things matter to me the most.”
“Noted. What else?”
“Mmm,” you think for a moment. “Words of affirmation, and gift giving.”
“Words of affirmation?” he asks. You nod.
“Every time I compliment you, you kind of turn into mush.” He playfully winces.
You lightly slap his arm. “I do not!”
“Okay, I think that you look sexy as hell in this,” he says, tugging on the strap of your top. “You put this on for me?” asks.
“Hm. What else do you think of me?” You asked.
“You didn’t answer my question. You put this on for me?” he asked again, smirking. You awkwardly laughed, turning away for a second, hoping that it would give you confidence.
“Only a little. I wanted to look good for you, I guess.”
“You always look good for me. You don’t gotta try,” he shook his head. “But you look good,”
“Thank you, now What else do you think of me?” You repeated.
“Girl, if I told you everything, I thought about you, I think I’d scare you a little.” He laughed.
“In a good way?” you asked.
“Of course. With your beautiful ass.”
“How do you feel about cuddling?” he asks. Before you can answer the lights automatically turn off, causing you both to laugh.
“We can cuddle.” You confirm. He lays on his back and opens his arms for you to lay on his chest, and you do. He places his hands on your back, and runs them up and down your body, stopping at your thighs before moving back up. You mind runs at a million miles per minute. Last week, you were with someone else, and now you’re cuddled up with someone new. Things move so fast here, and you start to wonder how quickly things could move without it being in your favor. At your core, you’re an avoidant when it comes to relationships.
Honestly, you liked Johnny because he didn’t feel permanent. You knew eventually one of you would leave, and most likely it would be him since he was so superficial. But that’s how you liked it- not real.
And now you’re in bed with a guy who you think might actually really like you- which scares you. This could be something real. And of course, you didn’t come on Love Island for a man to play in your face, but this could take some getting used to.
“Tyriq.” You say softly. You know he’s still up because his hands are still moving up your sides, slower now.
“How are you?” you ask innocently.
He chuckles. “I’m okay, how are you, boo?” you blush at the nickname.
“I’m okay. I wanted to let you know, it takes me a little second to open up to people. I hope you’re okay with that.” You admit.
“That’s okay. So do I, and I’m a patient guy anyways.” He shrugs.
I’m a patient guy anyways. You smile. “Okay. Goodnight, Riq.”
i imagine katsuki struggles to say no to you. he can set a boundary with anyone and everyone. so why does he feel his boundaries start to fold when it comes to you? it's nothing horrible— just incredibly.. irritating.
he swears that everyone is delusional and that he can say no to you, but we all know better tsk tsk. this guy is all bark and no bite because he truly won't do anything about this problem. all katsuki does is huff and complain.
it's your turn to go on a store run for the dorm, declared by the majority of the class. caught up in some exhausting extra hero study work, it had completely slipped your mind.
this is how you end up at katsuki's dorm door, knocking persistently. it's past his bedtime, around 10 pm— past dorm curfew actually. of course he wouldn't answer at this time, but is that you at the door?
"pleaseee.." you knock a few more times, rather weakly now.
"the hell do you want?" the door is opened and a pajama-clad, sleepy katsuki comes to view.
"i want you to put a hoodie on and come with me to the store."
"w—"
"please?"
the two of you stand there for a moment in the dimly lit hallway, his hand gripping the door knob with a nasty glare on his face. you smile lightly, not able to take him seriously in such a lethargic state.
"..it's past curfew." he grumbles, trying to hold to any resolution he had.
"the quicker you say yes, the quicker we'll be back." you counter, not sure if you seem just as listless as him.
he glares for a moment longer.
"tch." katsuki, once again, folds. turning into his dorm and walking towards his closet to grab a hoodie as instructed, an obvious yet humorous frown on his face. he leaves the door open, a silent invite into his dorm.
you step in, closing the door softly behind you. he huffs as he looks for a random hoodie to throw on.
"you couldn't do this earlier?" he speaks up, no real bite behind his words. you huff in amusement because you know this is a start.
"busy with mirko." you explain concisely, making your way to lean against his desk.
"...'n you couldn't go with someone else why?" his hands grip on to a hoodie he's found, pulling it over once he gets his piece out.
"why would i want to go with anyone else?" you ask coyly— it's feigned, and he scoffs knowingly. you smile with a huff of your own, noting the faint red that began to show in his cheeks.
he looks away, searching for shoes to put on.
"we better not get caught." he speaks up again.
"that won't happen. we’re trained in stealth." you quip and he fails to suppress his smile at your remark.
"if we do, 'm never doin' anything for yer ass again. got it?" katsuki is quick to recover, finally meeting your gaze with eyes that held no real hostility.
"got it." you look at him with a grin and his lips curl into a scowl because he knows— you both know. he doesn't mean it. he never does.
