“make her tap out” — r. itoshi

cw. smut mdni, overstimulation, reader being pathetic as hell, rin just being yummy yum yum

rin was always a beast when it came to soccer. dominating the field, he’s intense — commanding authority without even trying.

and when it comes to sex? he’s practically a machine running off of talent, ego, and pure domination. you’d think he’d be worn out from all of his matches, but his stamina never wavers when it comes to you. not even for a split second.

he’d have you in a brutal mating press, pounding into you with relentless vigor as you struggled to even catch an intake of breath, your hands scrambling for something to ground yourself with — which happened to be those godly biceps of his.

“rinnie!”, you’d whine, tears rolling down your delicate features as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. what was it now? third, fourth, seventh? who knows at this point. you were too dazed, and it seemed like he was having zero issue taking you to peak after peak after peak.

“yeah, pretty baby?”, he’d question just to humor you, acting as if he was paying attention to anything you had to say. he didn’t need to know what you were thinking, your pussy spoke for you — fluttering around his cock frantically. he’d continue to thrust into you, hard and deep. he was clearly getting a kick out of sending you far past mere overstimulation.

he’d push down on your tummy, feeling how deep he was inside of you. “tsk, you feel that, baby?”, he’d ask between thrusts, watching exactly what it does to you. “feel me in there?”, he’d chuckle, grasping the back of your knees tighter and pushing your legs back further, folding you like a fucking beach chair. “shit, ‘s like this pussy was made just for me”, he’d mutter, hitting your sweet spot over and over with the new angle.

you could barely come up with a response, just incoherent babbles and chants of his name, your body now being a bunch of mush as he had his way with you, moans filling the room like a sweet melody.

he groaned at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, just greedy and filthy. it tightened around him like a vice, signaling your impending release yet again.

“ohmygodohmygodrinrinrin”, you’d cry out, choking on your own words as you felt yourself becoming pathetically needy for him, to soak his length in your juices again. “shhhhhiiiiittttt, ‘m gon—“, you panted before your brain short-circuited once his thumb met your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to get you there even faster.

“i know, baby”, he coos, holding your legs in place with one hand while the other abused your swollen clit. “doing so well f’me, jus’ let go, yeah?”, he’d mutter in that sexy low tone, just his voice alone could have you a mess.

in which it did, you quivered erratically as your orgasm rushed through you, back arching before your body went limp and practically melted into the bed. rin continued to fuck you through it, making sure to draw every last bit out before he spilled inside of you with a choked groan, his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

he slowly pulled out of you before pushing back in, ensuring that none of him spilled out of your hole. “you look s’pretty when you’re all messy for me”, he whispers — more so to himself given you couldn’t process jack shit at the moment, still pathetically whimpering.

he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your tummy and pushing your legs in, putting your ass in the air before burying his face in your cunt, slurping up the mixture of both of your releases and eating you out from behind. he’d chuckle at your little whines, telling him 'you can’t take anymore' and this and that. nipping at your inner thigh, he’d coo once more, “aw, you can take one more f’me, can’t you?”, before diving back into your folds.

it was in fact not one more. don’t ever believe rin when he says that shit.

an: i loved writing this tysm for the req - now i can't stop thinking abt rin LMFAOOOO

cw: suggestive, mdni

thinking abt going shopping with clingybf!nagi, who literally cannot keep his hands off of u ..

carefully searching through the racks of clothing? he’s right there, hugging you from behind while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “sei! we’re in public”, you whisper-yell. “smells.. so good..”, he says in return. kudos to that new perfume you chose to wear today.

deciding to try some of the pieces on? you can’t leave him behind! you'll just have to sneak the both of you into the dressing room so you don’t get kicked out the store..

honestly, who thought this was a good idea? the moment you’re standing in nothing but your cutesi undergarments, his hands find purchase on your waist again. “seiii”, you scold onto deaf ears. “can’t wait till we get home, baby..”, he mutters as he begins tracing every inch of your skin with a slow sense of desperation, “ ‘s too much of a hassle being patient”.

well, guess your only option is to be quiet then! and maybe don’t bring clingybf!nagi on any more shopping sprees.

you 100% will.

an: ugh im sick asf and i can't sleep so little drabble of bf yay :p

smut mdni.

no 🥜 november w/ satoru

it’s been a very, very long week for satoru. on the first of november, early morning — you were doing your usual doom scroll on tiktok until a certain video came on your ‘for you page’. it reminded you of a ‘game’ that occurs each november. with this idea now freshly in mind, you turn over to your fiancé — satoru — who was also busy scrolling. 

“ ‘toruuuu”, you chirp melodiously. satoru looks at you from the side of his eye, “yeah baby?”, he sits down his phone before averting his full attention to you. 

“do you know what day it is?”, you ask sweetly, a small smirk coating your lips. satoru perks a brow, seeming confused by your question. “uhh,” he hesitates, “the first of november, why?”, he questions — clearly not connecting the dots.

“well..”, you began, inching closer to him, “what exactly do you know about november first?”, you bit your lip to hold your giggles. “i don’t recall anything abou-“, he mutters before the realization dawned upon him, looking at you wide-eyed. “you’ve gotta be kidding me” he scoffs in half-irritation. 

“happy no nut november!”, you cheer, visibly amused by the little pout on his pretty face. you personally didn’t partake in it yourself — you had your reasons. but with satoru? you were going to enjoy the hell out of it, even at his expense..

...

now, 8 days into the ‘month of torture and neglect’ as satoru calls it, he’s barely hanging on by a thread. always whining when you touch him in the littlest bit, you could blow air at him and he would crumble to bits. “baby, please-“, he begins, voice shaky, “you don’t understand. i need this. i need you”.

as adorable as he was, you weren’t going to give in. knowing him, he’d be all upset at the end if he didn’t win. “no can do!”, you say with a little extra charm, letting him writhe in need. he groans before retreating, deciding to go do something to take his mind off of it. 

further into the day, you find him locked into a game on his console — of course that’d been keeping his attention. deciding to test him a bit, you snuck into the room — hoping the creaking floorboards wouldn’t reach his headset. successfully, you creep up behind him without a noticeable sound, now nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

his entire body freezes, nearly dropping the controller in his hands. he shifts to see you better, sliding his headset off one ear. “hey pretty”, he greets — attempting to keep his cool. “hi ‘toru”, you respond softly, moving in front of him to find purchase in his lap. your sudden positioning caught him off guard, causing him to short circuit for a moment before snapping back to reality. “i— uh, did you need something?”, he asks.  

“not necessarily..”, you trail off. you let him get back to focusing on his game before you made your move. teasing him in small ways was your forte. from little touches behind the ear, to breathing softly on his neck, you had him spiraling in all ways possible. before you could pull out your last trick, he made it clear he wasn’t having it. the last thing you processed was him mumbling, “november’s over”, before being bent over the nearest flat surface. 

…

“teasing me, knowing i’ve been struggling enough?”, he whispers into your ear, leaning over you so closely that you could feel his hardness against your thigh. “not a good idea princess”, he warns, slapping the flesh of your ass — the sting lingering brutally. 

he grips you by your neck, angling your head so that you two were making eye contact. “you’re going to be my pretty little toy all month long”, he taunts, “how does that sound?”, — as if you have any choice.

you didn’t need to respond anyways, your body did the talking for you. from your heavy breathing to you clamping your thighs together — you thought this would be fun and games, turns out it will be for him as well. deciding to play with him only resulted in you being bent over the desk with satoru’s face between your legs. he was determined to make you feel his pain. he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, making you a sobbing mess.

“ ‘toru! i can’tttt—”, you whine, his long tongue working on you like a fucking drill. he has one hand resting on your lower stomach, adding additional pressure to the weight you were already bearing. two of his slender fingers find your entrance, sliding in with ease and curling just right. your back arches with a shiver, mouth falling open with no shame. 

“aww, why not baby?”, he coos from between your folds, giving you agonizingly slow licks. “please— haah!”, you cry out, face smushing against the cold surface. “please what, hm?”, he asks, enjoying this moment far too much. “nghh— need to feel you..”, you babble out, “all of you”. 

“fuck”, he sighs before departing from between your thighs. he wastes no time sliding into you, groaning deeply as your cunt greedily sucks him in. “shit baby”, he grunts, “pussy gonna be the death of me”. he pushes your legs farther apart, thrusting into you with purpose. he was buried so deep inside of you, your walls were a perfectly molded coffin for his cock. 

“ahhhh— godddd, ‘toru!!”, you scream, “fuccckkkkk m—gna… haaahh!”. he couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing how disoriented you were becoming. “what a messy girl..”, he leans over you, gripping your waist tighter before slamming home. you claw at the desk beneath you, desperately trying to find stability. he rips a heavenly orgasm from you, squirting all over your inner thighs — floor included. 

“that’s my girl”, he praises, “so so perfect”. he gave a few more thrusts before reaching his own peak — leaving a warm, thick load in your fluttering cavern. even then, he didn’t pull out. he made sure every bit of him was good and seated inside of you. “you’ll give me one more, won’t you pretty?”, he teases, rubbing slow circles on your clit. 

“ohmygoooodddd”, you whimper out, limp against the desk. at this point, you had no desire to stop him. maybe if you wore him out now, he’d be fine later? 

wrong. little did you know, he had more in store for you. each day moving forward, he would make you cum an additional time. november 9th? you’d cum 9 times. november 10th?, you’d cum 10 times. he didn’t care if you couldn’t do it, he’d get it out of you one way or another. and deep down, you didn’t mind it either. prayers for when you reach the end of the month! 

an: hi guys..... i know i disappeared for a while ugh life is so busy rn but as soon as i had this idea i had to share it with the world. hope u enjoy reading as much as i did writing! wink wink

smut mdni.

riding toji for the first time

toji loves to have control in bed. he could have you in any position, any angle, and you would take it with no complaints. all u had to do was lie back, look pretty, and get to feel good? score.

but of course, you wanted to change things up for once. on one particular night, toji came home from work absolutely wrecked — poor thing looked so beyond exhausted. and when it came to that time of night, he couldn’t be bothered to protest your demand and let you straddle his half-awake body.

…

“mph- tojiiii,”, you whined, “it won’t fit, please!”. you shuffled around relentlessly, trying to fit all of him while tending to the ache in your core.

“quit it,”, he’d hiss, placing firm hands on your hips. “you wanted this, do it yourself”, he’d say with no sign of giving in.

“but pleasepleaseplease,”, you’d continue, “hurts s’much”, you’d cry, “need to feel you, please!”. with teary eyes you begged him continuously until he finally caved.

“tch,”, he’d huff, pulling out fully before slamming back in, making you squeal. “did all that complaining’ n couldn’t even get it in yourself, huh?”, he’d tease as he pounded into you from below.

“hahh- fuck! tojiiiii”, you’d cry, clutching at his shoulders. “‘m sorryyyy! slow..down- ah!”.

he’d scoff, giving your plush bottom a firm slap, surely leaving a raw print. “nah, ain’t this what you wanted?”, he’d mock. “couldn’t wait for me to get some proper rest first—”, he’d spit between mean thrusts, “so now you’re gonna shut up and take what i give you”.

tears ran down your mascara coated cheeks, drool dripped from your chin to your chest — you were a dumb little mess, now being fucked stupid when you were the one who wanted to take control, how ironic.   

“mggfffff— uhhh— ah! t..ojiiiiii! cumming! ohhh— ‘m cumming..!”, you’d babble out, entire body trembling with the force of your orgasm rushing through.

“ngh— fuck yeah, give it to me”, he’d grunt as he continued to slam into your sensitive hole, forcing you to feel every last bit of him as you came down from your peak before he let out his own, filling you up to the brim with broken groans n pants.

“tsk,”, he’d mutter, rubbing soothing circles over your hips where his hands once firmly gripped. “so much for the little one wanting to be dominate, hm?”, he’d chuckle while you pouted. 

maybe it’s best to leave it up to him, or not — win win situation, he ends up doing it anyways. 

cw: smut mdni, nagi being a teasing CUNT, kys jokes, exhibitionism

bf!nagi who came to make a movie instead of watch one..

the theater was enclosed with darkness, aside from the big screen light casting a dimly lit glow over the room. you and nagi had went to see a movie that you’d been nagging him about seeing for the past few weeks. now that you were here, all eyes locked on the screen — except for nagi of course.. sigh

he was slouched beside you per usual, but something felt different this time. a type of different that made you roll your eyes. you could feel his gaze burning into your entire being — but you paid him no mind. you came to watch a movie so u gon watch this mf movie hellurrr??

not even 10 minutes, 10 freaking minutes into the movie, his fingers began grazing your inner thigh but you ignored them, too hooked on the scene. inch by inch, his fingers would make their way closer to your core. and when they did, your attention span was practically snatched.

with feather light touches over your clothed cunt, nagi gently rubbed you, almost torturously slow. “seii”, you whispered, “not here”, you protest but your body seems to say otherwise.

“keep watching the movie, pretty baby”, he murmurs as he continues his annoyingly slow pace. “just let me take care of this needy lil thing, yeah?”, he whispered against your ear.

you huffed lightly but shrugged, gaze already shifting back to the screen. you were doing so well until you felt those lengthy fingers go into your drenched panties — two of them easily sliding inside of your eager cunt. “she’s suckin me in, greedy lil girl”, he teases in a low tone, angling his fingers to meet your sweet spot.

you felt light-headed, the only thing you could think of was how good he was, hitting your gummy spot over and over, pulling involuntary mewls from you left and right. 

“keep quiet, angel. don’t want anyone to know what a dirty lil’ girl you are, hm?”, he teases once more before quickening his pace.

fuck that, he started this! how he gon call you dirty when he’s the one touching all up on you!!! all you could hear was his teasing tone, whispering cruel little things in your ear while you became a trembling mess. your eyes rolled back in bliss once you felt that familiar tightening in your tummy, biting down on your hand in preparation. 

“uht uht, baby”, nagi whispers, slowing his pace. you huffed in annoyance at the loss of friction. “eyes on the screen”, he softly commands — only returning his pace once you complied. 

“that’s m’girl”, he coos against your jaw, breathing heavily. “s’good for me, so so good”

you choke on a breath when you feel yourself reaching climax again, trying your best to keep your gaze on the screen while clutching nagi’s forearm. “seii, pleasepleaseplease ‘m so closee”, you whisper desperately, needing release more than anything.

“aw, givin’ up on me already?”, he questions. “where’d all that eagerness for the movie go?”, he teased. you glared at him from the corner of your eye, not having the time for his bullshit right now. 

“alright, i guess you deserve it,” he says in a mock-defeat tone. “cum for me baby, let go”. he’s barely able to get the words out before you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices soaking your panties even further. he puts his fingers in his mouth, harvesting your sweetness with an amused glint in his eyes. “that wasn’t so bad, was it now?”, he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your jawline. 

“jump”, you muttered through shaky breaths, resulting in a light chuckle from him. “you can jump on me anytime, baby”, he says as he adjusts himself in his seat, now all of a sudden wanting to watch this fuckass movie. 

you really can’t go anywhere with him wth.

— attention , ft. sae itoshi ✧˖°.

cw. smut mdni, profanity, brat taming, degrading, praise, sexy sexy sae itoshi mmmhhh

lying restlessly on the large, king-sized bed inside of sae itoshi's bedroom, you stare up at the ceiling in annoyance. sae’s been busy all day and it’s driving you insane. you just want some time with your boyfriend :(

getting all riled up, you slide out of bed and storm to sae’s workspace, your little footsteps sounding against the hardwood floor - pat pat pat. 

you creak open his door, finding him still working. you cross your arms and clear your throat — glaring nastily at him. upon notice, he turns to look at you from his desk, lips twitching into a small smile at the adorable pout on your face. “something wrong, doll?”, he asks, his tone full of amusement.

“bitch”, you say before you abruptly turn around, your back now facing him. he notices your act, but lets you revel in your brattiness instead of giving you what you want just yet. 

after a few moments of silence, you huff a bit louder than necessary and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. you hear sae call your name almost immediately but you don’t respond. his fault for ignoring you!

or so you thought, cause now he’s caught up to you — grabbing your wrist before you can make it any further. “what’s with the attitude?”, he questions in a low, serious tone — but you can see the amusement swirling in his irises. you roll your eyes before turning your head to the side, refusing to answer his question. “fuck you”, you mutter. 

“what was that?”, sae says in response, his hand coming up to lightly grasp your chin — forcing you to meet his eyes. “couldn’t hear you, baby”, he says teasingly.

you fail to come up with a retort, the way he’s looking down at you in accompany with the tone he’s using has you in a chokehold. instead, you settle for biting the hand that’s grasping your wrist and making a run for it back to the bedroom, once again slamming the door behind you..

it takes a total of 30 seconds until that exact wrist is pinned down again, this time against the soft pillows while sae pounds into you. “needy little brat,” he whispers in your ear before placing wet kisses down your neck. “gonna say sorry now, hm?”, he teases while he continues to relentlessly abuse your sopping cunt.

you can only mumble a series of adorable, desperate little mewls as his tip kisses your cervix, the pain and pleasure sending you into a state of pure bliss. 

“answer me, baby”, sae repeats with a hard flick to your throbbing clit, effectively snapping you out of your daze. “hah… m’sorry sae”, you whine, reaching your hand out to hold onto his arm as he begins mercilessly torturing your clit with his thumb. “too much.. can’t take it”, you squeal as you feel that familiar coiling in your tummy :(

“you’re being such a good girl f’me though”, sae coos, lifting your legs over his shoulders. the new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. “this is what you wanted after all”, he says while delivering a few light slaps to your puffy clit. 

he thinks you look so adorable like this. eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and that pretty little tongue lolled out all because of him. you were drunk off his cock, it hit you in every way you could’ve wished for and more. “what a mess..”, he mutters as you gush all over him. “i didn’t say you could finish, did i?”, he says before flipping you onto your tummy, delivering a hard smack to the plush of your ass.

all you could do was whine and apologize, but on the inside — you knew you weren’t sorry, and he did too. he hated the brattiness but luckily for you, he clearly knew how to handle it. a win is a win!

an: need sae rn lol Ok

cw. smut mdni, age gap (early 20's + 30's), js erotic idk i like this trope bye!

“hah, feel me in there, baby?”, satoru muttered, his thick length plunging deep inside your walls, each thrust ripping a pathetic whimper from your swollen lips. 

his pace was abnormal, as if he had been possessed by an urge to completely make you helpless beneath him. he shoved you further into the wooden desk, leaning forward and caging you between his bulky torso and the cool surface. 

the intensity of it all was a humiliating testament to how well you could hold up that brattiness you gave him during class, always making side comments and rolling your eyes when he chose you to answer a question. you did everything but pay attention to whatever in the hell he taught, and you earned yourself a personalized lesson. 

…

“shit– ‘toru!”, you’d cry out, frame trembling under his brutal rhythm. your nails clawed into the wood, leaving questionable marks on his desk. “fuck, ‘s too much”, you whined, shamelessly drooling over yourself. 

“too much, hm?”, he mocked, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, keeping you in place. “should’ve thought about that before you decided to give me attitude all hour, princess”, he teased, ramming harder into you. 

you huffed at his words, wanting to argue back but you knew it wouldn’t do any good. not that you really cared, you’ve dreamt about what he’d be like ever since you first laid eyes on him. someone as good looking as him had no business being a professor, he practically signed up to have students drool over him all day. 

his cock grinded deep inside, hitting that sweet spot of yours in a deliciously slow motion, tearing choked sobs from your throat. you moaned unabashedly, completely ignorant of how loud you were being. satoru didn’t seem to mind either, a sly smirk forming on his face as he basked in the feeling of how he was dumbing you down, not some stupid frat boy you could’ve hooked up with, him – your professor. 

“mmh, ‘t-toruuu– gna cum”, you babbled over and over, jaw hanging loosely as you felt the coiling in your lower region, like a pipe ready to burst. 

“yeah? is that so?”, he’d chuckle, leaning down to mutter in your ear, “give it to me, baby”, he’d whisper, “let’s see how good you can be when you’re not running that little mouth of yours”. 

you gasped at his words, oddly enough they did the trick to send you over the edge, orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. you cried out, pussy clenching around him like it was tailored to fit perfectly. 

he wasn’t too far behind either, delivering a few more thrusts before pouring his soul into you with a low groan, hips jerking erratically. he collapsed onto your back, placing small kisses onto your sweat-covered neck. “that’s my girl”, he’d coo, “out of all the lessons i give, this’ll be the only one that sticks, won’t it?”. 

an: hahaha im back lolol ok idk what this is ive just been down bad for professor satoru do not let me in a class of his unless it's a sex ed. i will be the demonstration volunteer don't even get me started like i NEED that ok anyways...

cw. smut mdni, ass eating, insecurity, dumbification, gun mention, little bit of sadist hiori LOOL

bf!hiori who can’t stand when you belittle yourself in any kind of way. he adores everything about you, even the things you criticize the most about yourself. 

when it came up in conversation that you felt as if you’re out of his league, he stilled beside you, lips parting and mind blanking.

“..ya really think that, hm?”, he asks, his tone low and warm. when you confirmed it with a slow nod of your head, he wasted no time pulling you into his lap to wrap his arms around you. 

despite him giving you sweet words of reassurance and a face full of gentle pecks, you still felt this unease in your stomach. hiori could tell by the look on your face and frowned, tucking a finger under your chin to have you meet his eyes. 

“y’know that ain’t true, sweets”, he whispers, eyes searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. when nothing but uncertainty reflected in those irises of yours, he slowly leaned in, gaze never wavering. “if words can’t convince ya..”, he began, your noses centimeters away from touching, “i’ll have to make ya feel it instead”.

..

“ass up”, the only words you comprehended before you were being bent over the nearest surface, bottoms shoved down with a wet, sloppy tongue diving into your puckered hole. its filthy, erotic, hiori’s eatin you up like a starved man who ain’t seen a breadcrumb in the last decade. your juices coat his chin, sticky and sweet while his tongue circles around the rim. 

“so perfect, all f’me”, hiori mutters to himself as he pushes his face deeper between your globes, tongue-fucking you like a semi-automatic rifle. you throb against his mouth, reaching behind you and tugging on those blue locks. 

“sshhhiiittt, hio..!”, you cry out, his tongue casting fucking spells that you swear make you see stars. he gives your ass a few firm slaps, making you cry out even louder.

“shh, baby”, he coos, sloppily making out with your hole just to make you whine. “jus’ let me take care of ya, ‘kay?”, he mutters before finishing the job, groping your cheeks harder. he was an animal. he could spend the entire day like this, face full of ass, not giving a fuck how sore his jaw may be. nothing’s better than hearing your sweet little mewls while you’re feeling pleasure because of him. only him. 

he was everywhere all at once. you felt every, single, last stroke of his lengthy tongue, digging in every crevice of your entire being, like flashes of heat. you roll your hips closer to his mouth, a needy groan falling from your lips. “pleasepleaseplease”, you whine stupidly before your orgasm rushes through you, blinding almost. hiori slurps up every last bit of your release, leaving no place untouched — face sticky and smeared with you. 

your body went limp as you came down from your peak, hiori’s arm snaked around your waist to stabilize you. “still think yer not enough f'me, pretty?”, he teases with a kiss to the top of your head, more than willing for round two if you still had any doubts.

there was no need for protest.

an. hi babi sorry this took me so long i kept getting too geeked thru the day n sleeping smh hope u like :3