julia

you kneel between toji’s spread thighs on his living room floor, the tv light bouncing low with hue of some old game in the background.

his cock is thick and heavy in your shaky hand, the vein along the underside pulsing as you lean in and wrap your lips around the head for the first time. “mhm,” you hear your dad’s best friend hum.

when it slips into your mouth, it tastes salty and warm, bigger than you expected, already stretching your mouth.

you suck gently, eyes flicking up to his face, hoping for some sign that you are not messing this up completely.

toji leans back against the couch, one big hand resting on the back of your head, his green eyes half lidded with that lazy smirk.

“fuck, baby, don’t choke,” he mutters when you try to take more and your throat tightens around him.

you pull back a little, coughing softly, spit already slicking your chin. “am i… doing it right?” you whisper, voice small and uncertain.

he laughs, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and making his abs flex under that dark trail of hair.

“yeah,” then bunch of words follow when you hollow your cheeks, a slurping sound engulfing you both.

“you’re doing it.. fuck— right”

“smart girl.”

“…just like that.”

“slow and wet. feels good.”

encouraged, you dip down again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue pressing flat along the bottom. but you push too far too fast, and your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat.

“easy,” he growls, but his fingers tighten in your hair anyway. “you gonna choke on it.”

another laugh escapes him, this one darker, as you try to breathe through your nose. before you can pull off, he guides you down firmly, pushing until your nose brushes right against that coarse trail of hair at the base of him. your throat spasms around the thick length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he holds you there for a long second, savoring the tight heat.

“there we go,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “good girl. take it all for me.”

michael kaiser was a good looking man. he was muscular, tall, strong, and really athletic. the one thing that easily makes you get turn on by him was his tattoo across his neck to arms. it was beautiful. the dark baby blue flower crossing his muscular arm made you feel a little wet each time you saw it.

but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself to admire it. especially when you two were having a intimate moment. you were laying down against the bed, your legs spread open and tangled against his waist. your arms stretched against his neck as you watched him thrust in and out of you— you looked up at his face, then his tattoo. your mouth hanging open from previous moans, god he was beautiful. everything about him was just beautiful. your right hand traced his tattoo from the neck.

and michael noticed your wandering hand on his tattoo, the way your fingers traced along the delicate petals and vines that wound around his neck. he was mid-thrust, tongue pressing against your collarbone in small, deliberate bites, when he felt your touch—that familiar, reverent way you admired his ink.

a deep hum escaped him, vibrating through his chest.

he didn't stop his rhythm, the steady, deep grind of his hips continuing to drive you absolutely crazy. but he lifted his head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze. his blue eyes were dark, heavy with lust, but he saw exactly where your attention was drifting—to the dark blue flowers etched into his skin.

"looking at the tattoo again, aren’t you?" a low, velvety voice that carried a hint of arrogance. a smirk. that infuriating, beautiful smirk that always made your stomach flip. his free hand came up, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back—just enough to make you meet his gaze.

"you're supposed to be looking at me."

you moan softly, your hands now cupping his face. “y-you’re so beautiful.. mmm! m-michael!” you slowly arched your back off the mattress. making you slightly connect your chests against his. the feeling of your bare chests pressing together made his breath hitch. his thrusts stuttered for a moment, just a second, before he regained his rhythm—harder now, deeper.

"fuck—" he groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. the contact between your skin sent electricity through him. “i-i always admire your tattoo, michael..” you whispered.

a low, satisfied chuckle vibrated against your throat, his hips snapping forward with deliberate precision. he loved how obsessed you were with his ink—how the dark blue petals etched into his skin seemed to captivate you just as much as the man himself.

"i know you do, mein herz," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with lust.

the tension in the room was palpable, the air growing thick and heavy with the heat of the moment. his pace quickened, more urgent now, less controlled. his breathing went ragged against your neck, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles turned white.

"almost there..." he'd muttered. and then, suddenly, his entire body jerked.

your body seized up, your back arching sharply off the mattress as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. a loud, broken cry of his name tore from your throat, your walls clenching tightly around him as you rode out your high. your vision blurred white, your fingers digging desperately into his shoulders, nails scraping against the dark blue ink you loved so much.

with a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you as his own release hit him hard. his body shuddered violently against yours, his hot breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck.

the dark blue flowers on his arm seemed to dance as his muscles flexed with the intensity of his orgasm.

the aftershocks made you tremble, your legs still locked around his waist as you both slowly came down from the high. he held still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, chest heaving, dark hair damp with sweat.

♡⸝⸝ i literally can’t stick to one theme for my posts, i either get bored or hate them someone help pls:c

you sat there on your husband’s lap, thighs spread wide over one of his muscular legs. the room was dimly lit. your panties are long gone—discarded somewhere on the floor after nanami had told you to strip. the fabric of his slacks felt maddeningly smooth against your bare, already slick folds as you pressed down.

you’ve been like this for what? an hour..? time flew by ever so quickly whenever nanami was by your side—expect tonight, he was punishing you.

“please, ken..” your voice was breathy and cracking with need. you rock your hips forward, dragging your swollen clit along the hard muscle of his thigh. wet sounds filled the quiet room–obscene and undeniable. “i-i need you. please, i can’t take anymore,”

nanami leans his head against the headboard, tie loosened but still around his neck as he watched you, completely composed. his hands rest on the bed at his sides, his fingers loosely curled. another part of your punishment? he refused to touch you.

“i warned you, my love..” he says, his voice low and even. how could he be so composed when his wife had been grinding so shamelessly on his leg?

“i told you, don’t go downtown without me. you deliberately put yourself in danger. this is the consequence of your actions, you’ll take it for me won’t you?”

you whimpered, tears threatening to fall as you rolled your hips, chasing friction. every slide sent a spark up your spine but it’s not enough. it’s never enough without him touching you. your clit throbs, begging for more pressure. your body ached for something–his fingers, his cock..anything.

“i’m sorry,” you whined, bracing your hands on his shoulders. the muscles there were tense and restrained like he’s holding back. “i promise i’ll listen next time. just please, hah—touch me?”

“no.” the single word is calm and final. his jaw tightening slightly as he watches your breasts bounce with each desperate movement you make. “keep going. be a good girl and use my thigh like the needy thing you are yeah?”

a frustrated moan escaped you, louder than before. your pace quickens, hips stuttering as pleasure coils tighter in your belly. the ache between your legs is unbearable—you were empty and needy. you lean forward, pressing your chest against his torso, nipples hard and sensitive against his shirt.

“kennn,” you whined, your voice rising. “feels so good..but i need more–please let me have your cock. i’ll be good? i’ll be so good.”

his eyes darkened at your words, his control fraying only momentarily. one of his hand finally moves—not to give you the pleasure you craved, but to cup your jaw firmly, titling your face up to meet his gaze.

“this is a punishment my darling, you’re too loud,” he murmurs, thumb brushing across your lower lip. “do you want the neighbors to complain?”

heat flooded your face, but it only made you wetter. he was finally touching you. you whimpered, rocking against his thigh—chasing your high.

“open your mouth.”

you blinked, confused for a moment before obeying. nanami slides two thing fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. the taste of his skin, slightly salty fills your mouth. he pushes deeper until his knuckles brush your lips. “suck,” he tells you, watching your eyes widening in surprise.

you moan around his fingers, the sound muffled. your tongue swirls around his fingers, sucking him like you would to his cock–hollowing your cheeks—doing your best to please him. your hips began moving faster, slicking sliding messily over his thigh as you chase release.

“good girl, my good girl.” nanami praises, his fingers curling slightly against your tongue, pressing down. “tell me, does it embarrass you, knowing how easily i can reduce you to this?”

you whine around his fingers, eyes watering as you shake your head. the way he spoke to you, telling you what to do while being ever so calm pushes you closer to the edge. your clit grinds harder with every roll of your hips, pressure building over and over again.

“fuck,” he curses quietly as he watches you, saliva tarting to drop down his fingers and your chin. wet slurping sounds mixed with the obscene slick of your cunt against his thigh. your thigh trembled from the effort—but now you couldn’t possibly stop.

your husband’s breathing had gotten heavier, though he remains completely composed, you could feel his own cock hardening against his slacks. “you’re close aren’t you?” he observes, his fingers thrusting gently in and out of your mouth, fucking your face in sync with your grinding. “mngh!”

a muffled sound slipped from you, your hips stuttering, losing its rhythm as the coil in your stomach tightened. “i think you’ve earned this, cum for my love,”

his permission tipped you over. your orgasm crashing over you, waves of pleasure filled your body. your eyes rolled back as your cunt gushed, soaking his slacks. your hips jerked, riding out your orgasm as your husband watches you, his expression completely unreadable.

only when you’ve calmed down, he slowly pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting for a moment. you collapsed against his chest, panting and twitching. “ken, i’m sorry for not listening—i really am.”

he hums at your words, finally bringing one hand up to stroke your hair gently, the other resting on your hip. a small sound of content came from you.

“good. we’re not done yet sweetheart, you should get a reward for behaving don’t you think?”

you shivered at his words, a fresh heat stirring between your legs. “yes please..”

Nerdjo and his nerdy girlfriend are totally relationship noobs…

❥ Nerdjo! When he would randomly sit next to you in his calculus class, and stare at you (in a totally not creepy way) while you were solving problems with ease, thinking—-you were always the only one to keep up with him, huh? ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who lowkey saw you as competition at first before you dated, a tiny scowl planted on his face when any professor would give you more praise and attention than him—just for him to now only want that praise and acknowledgement from you! ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When you first got each others numbers, played a nerve wracking game of “who’s gonna text first” and you both would overthink and assume you didn’t like each other, until toru grew enough balls to send that one military cat meme. Nailed it! ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When stuck studying in the library with you late at night for a project, would act like he had to use the bathroom to sneak and get you something from the vending machine—only to come back and you had taken the opportunity to do the same?! You both clumsily explain quite obvious actions… ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Loves when you wanna compare english notes, getting into silly arguments about his chicken scratch handwriting and him saying “That’s just how a genius writes! Take it or leave it.” Only for him to attempt to make it neater—only if you kiss him first though. ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! When you both had your first kiss, it was basically just mushing your faces together—glasses clashing in a clumsy mess, eventually taking a break and trying to lighten the tension with lame jokes and snack offerings. (Satoru later went to look up how to makeout on wikihow, embarrassingly practicing on his hand…) ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who DEFINITELY did not fail at pretending to ignore you for your birthday with an attempt to surprise you—just to end up blocked halfway and now sulking in his upset overthinking girlfriend’s arms while he shows her the video of what he was trying to do. ˎˊ˗

❥ Nerdjo! Who quite literally didn’t see himself with anyone but you, who’s a nerd without someone to be nerdy with?? ˎˊ˗

[ p.s .. ty @toruii for the yummy idea :3 ]

Lil art study on D-han's older work.

it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.

actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.

and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.

slap!

the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?

the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.

“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”

his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.

“can you do that again?”

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The bedroom is still quiet as morning light breaks into your shared apartment, rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains. You stirred first, from sleep, hair spilled across the pillows and the faint scent of last night's jasmine oil still clinging to your skin.

Toji laid beside you. His massive frame taking up most of the bed. One heavy arm draped lazily over your waist. His breathing deep and even, as you blinked slowly. The familiar weight of sleep still pressed on your lashes.

He woke moments later. Those sharp green eyes cracked open and landed on your face.

Your kajal. Lined so carefully every night before bed. Now smudged in the most sinful way. Dark rings shadowed your pretty eyes, making you look wrecked already. Sultry. Like you had spent the whole night taking him deep and desperate.