Minho And That Part.

father and son

sensei off duty.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.

genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+

cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)

notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“G-Gojou!”

The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.

Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded from behind with every bit of his strength to create even more friction against your moistened cunt.

Gojou Satoru could last for hours.

There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.

When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his role as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as he he said it.

“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Lecherous moans came out louder than you expected, even louder than the skin slapping noises from when his groin hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.

“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin. “Say my name.”

His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”

“Good mommy.” A tsunami of pleasure washed over your body at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your spine. Your legs were shaking as your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”

His thumb was teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even with his words alone and it was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his dick better as he watched how his cock was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.

“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Shit!”

The prick was enjoying how loud you were getting that it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans as well as his sexy grunts echoed through your room in titillation. You wanted nothing else but to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.

“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”

He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”

No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.

“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”

Doing as told, his member left your hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back against mattress with his nape resting against the headboard. You were almost like an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.

“Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure blue eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”

“Only for you.”

As he was busy playing with your slit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.

You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you’d press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.

“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you took him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises.

On the flip side, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunny was already red and swollen but it only made him satisfied with himself and the job he’d done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.

With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.

Gojou Satoru himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he doesn’t just stay being good. He has to stay being the best. For you, he wanted to be the best husband you could ever wish for in your lifetime.

“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”

“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.

Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having good sex with your husband.

At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.

“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” he asked, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal eyes underneath his messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.

Realizing that there was no iota of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”

Or could he? Was Satoru even capable of that, too?

Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with a wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”

You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his rod back and forth while he caught your lips against his. “Sato—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly.

His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts until you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”

“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen. “Cum for me, honey.”

“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking around his cock followed by your loud cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, but Satoru wasn’t done.

It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt on top of you. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing. “You look beautiful.”

He said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Feels. So. Fucking... good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cavern. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance and Satoru was very much proud to see how much he came inside.

“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.

Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”

Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sexdoll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained topless. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V line.

He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you apart.

He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.

You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students took on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.

Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, your door received faint thumping followed by a sudden outburst of tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “C’mere. What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”

“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you. “I’ll kick their ass!”

“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”

Little Sachiro snuggled under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet he’d inherit his towering height, too.

He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.

Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting gaiety from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”

Sachiro blinked his doe eyes before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”

You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Yes and mama, too,” he said, earning his father’s approval and ‘good boy’ comments.

The satisfied chuckle from Satoru made your heart full. “I’ll turn you into the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.

You were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.

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haikyuu boys toxic traits pt.2

—characters; tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, bokuto koutarō.

warnings; cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, swearing/cussing.

—tooru oikawa

> he’s a cheater

> and he doesn’t even try and keep it a secret

> because he knows that you love him too much to leave him

+

tooru oikawa rolls onto the bed with a huff. the girl laying next to him huffs and pants, her cheeks flushed and her legs squeezed together.

“how was it?” he smirks, resting a hand on his cheek to look at her. his charismatic demeanour was enough to pull any girl, it was so hard to say no to him..

“amazing.” she breathes out, smiling, “thank you.”

“hey, it’s not a problem, cutie.” oikawa winks, flashing his pearly whites to her as he grins.

the handsome boy begins to stand and get dressed once more. slipping on his black t-shirt, black boxers and his grey sweatpants, he utters a quick goodbye to the girl and walks out the room. he grabs his bag from the couch, where he had thrown it a few hours earlier, and takes out his phone.

he rolls his eyes at how many notifications he has from you.

iMessage from: y/n

y/n: hi baby, what time are you gonna be home from the bar?

delivered: 21:36pm

y/n: baby?

delivered: 21:49pm

y/n: tooru, don’t ignore me.

delivered: 22:01pm

y/n: which slut are you with tonight, huh?

delivered: 22:13pm

y/n: fuck you

delivered: 22:16pm

you were so pathetic, he thought. he hated how clingy you were, it was so irritating. thank god he left his phone outside the room when he was fucking another girl, or else he would’ve screamed at you over call for interrupting his orgasm.

you were laying in bed back at your apartment, tears streaming down your face. you knew what tooru did when he wasn’t with you, it shattered your heart but you couldn’t change him. you would’ve dumped him months ago, you even tried to, but the thought of not being with him broke you even more than the idea of him cheating on you. you’d been together since the last year of high school, so 4 years. he’d always been a lady magnet, but you never expected him to cheat.

you loved him unconditional amounts, and you knew he didn’t feel the same. it really, really hurt, but he wasn’t going to change..

speaking of the devil, tooru oikawa walks through your bedroom door. he reeks of sweat, sex and another girls perfume.

great.

“hey.” oikawa says, licking his dry lips.

“hi.” you reply, your voice is quiet and feeble. you don’t feel like talking right now, your mind is racing and you feel like throwing up.

“you good?” he furrows his eyebrows, “you look ill.”

“i’m fine.” you spit back, bitterness laced in the way you spoke to him.

“you know you’re prettier when you don’t speak.” tooru laughs evilly, “the girl i just shagged was prettier, try to be like her.” he whispers, toying with your heart.

“why admit to cheating, oikawa?”

“‘cuz i know you’re not gonna do anything about it,” he scoffs, “you’re too dependent on me to leave. i could kill someone in front of you—even someone like your mother or father, and you wouldn’t do anything but confess your love for me. admit it, you’re obsessed with me and you’re such a pathetic little bitch that you can’t do anything for yourself.”

his words stung. it felt like someone was scraping away at your heart—ripping it to shreds. you knew what he said was somewhat right and that’s what hurt the most, his mean words were the truth. you couldn’t do anything for yourself and you were a pathetic little bitch.

tears well up in your eyes and some slip down your cheeks, you try to wipe them away before he sees, but you’re too late.

he laughs, walking towards the bathroom, “go on, cry for me, darling, don’t be shy now.”

—hajime iwaizumi

> he gaslights you.

> invalidates you

> always makes out your problems are stupid and you should stop “overreacting”

+

today was not a good day for you. it’s the one year anniversary since your brother passed away, he had passed in a car accident and it changed a lot in your family. you tried to stay positive for your mother and father, but today was just not the day. you’d spent half the day on your own sobbing.

you didn’t know where your boyfriend, hajime iwaizumi, was. maybe he was at the store, getting you something since he knew this day was tragic for you.

at 14:56pm, iwaizumi walks through the door to your apartment. he hears sobs from your bedroom, and he rolls his eyes. how annoying, he thinks. he walks into your room and sees you curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow that’s now soaked in tears.

“wallowing in sadness all day is not good for you, y’know.” he comments, placing his phone on the nightstand.

you don’t reply, only sniffle and hiccup.

“you’re being silly, if i say so myself.”

you shoot up, “silly? my brothers dead, iwa!” you snap, firing back after his rude words. if he said anymore, you’d do something you might regret.

“stop overreacting,” iwaizumi scoffs, “it was a year ago, get over it. you’re just being a hormonal woman, you on your period or something?”

you feel like hitting someone, someone being iwaizumi. but, you’re scared as to what he’ll do back, so you just get out of bed and shove past him.

“what? i didn’t even do anything wrong? you’re making such a big deal out of this.” hajime says, as his phone begins to ring. picking it up, he answers it and begins to talk, “hey, what’s up, shittykawa?”

as your boyfriend chats away to his best friend on the phone, you walk into the kitchen and get a drink of water.

iwaizumi comes in a few minutes later and wraps his arms around your waist, “stop overreacting, it upsets me and all you do lately is upset me. it’s not fair, y/n.”

you face him, “really?” you ask, confused, what could you have done that upset him? “what did i do?”

“you gave me attitude before and you’ve been isolating yourself from me, i miss the old y/n, i don’t know where she went but i want her back.”

“iwa..” you cup his face and kiss him gently, he kisses back slowly, the two of you hadn’t kissed in a while, and you had missed it. his hands trail down to the curve of your ass, and he cups it. your hands are in his hair as you make-out, lips sliding against each other and tongues rubbing together. it’s hot, the kiss, you haven’t had one like this in a while but you’re loving it.

iwaizumi’s lips move down to your neck and he sucks on the soft skin, creating purple marks down to your collarbones. the dark haired man picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks back to the bedroom, with you sucking on his jaw as he goes.

the two of you had sex that night. extremely passionate, hot, loving sex that made your body ache the next morning. you had countless bruises on your hips; from where he held as you rode him, on your thighs; from where he held them wide open as he ate you out. you had hickeys on your jaw, neck, collarbones, tits, tummy and thighs, iwa went hard last night. you had hand prints on your ass, and your right cheek from where he spanked and slapped you, consensually of course.

iwa felt good too, surprisingly, he’d had sex with a pretty girl and he has his girlfriend “back”. she wasn’t crying anymore and acting like a whiny little bitch.

this is what iwa always does. he gaslights you, then turns it on himself—claiming you were the one in wrong, then you apologise and resort to sex to sort things out. it’s not healthy—it’s toxic, yet you can’t bring yourself to leave him. you don’t know why you haven’t left yet, it’s quite worrying how long you’ve endured this. but, despite iwa’s words, you love him, so so much. and he loves you,

right?

—bokuto koutarō

> he manipulates you

> and he does it well

> sort of a guilt tripper too

+

you’re laying in bed one night, scrolling through your phone before bed when a message from your boyfriend pops up.

bokuto: hey babe, wanna hang out tomorrow at 12?

seen: 22:56pm

fuck.

you couldn’t make it with your boyfriend. you had already arranged to meet with your mother who was visiting town, she was getting older and was travelling alone—you couldn’t blow her off, it would be rude and you wanted to make sure she was okay.

you hated telling people, especially your boyfriend, you couldn’t hang out with them; it made you feel guilty.

y/n: i’m sorry kou but i’m meeting my mum tomorrow, we’d planned this weeks ago and she’s travelling a long way..maybe another day? sorry again bubba :,(

seen: 23:01pm

bokuto doesn’t reply that night. nor does he text you in the morning like he usually does, not a single text or call. you’re quite somber when you’re with your mum, luckily she does most of the talking because your mind is racing and just filled with bokuto.

when you arrive home that late afternoon, around 17:34pm, bokuto has people over. kuroo, kenma, oikawa, iwazumi, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, suna, kageyama, and three girls who you didn’t know. one of which was sat extremely close to bokuto, her legs draped over his lap, and flirting with him so obviously. your heart stopped.

“oh, hey, y/n!” kuroo greets happily, grinning at you.

“hi,” you reply, softly smiling back at him, “are you all okay?”

the group replies, uttering that they’re good and thank you for asking. the girls exchange slightly confused looks with each other, a gesture that reminded of a petty thing high school kids used to do.

“i’m sorry to interrupt guys, i’m just gonna go to bed.” you say quietly, not wanting to stay any longer.

“oh, come on, stay! i’m sure your beloved would want you here. right?” atsumu turns to bokuto for confirmation.

bokuto doesn’t even spare you a glance, he just shrugs, “not really bothered.”

ouch.

bokuto always wanted you to hang out with him and his friends. you had no idea what you’d done to make him upset with you..once everyone had left you needed to question him on the subject.

you force a smile, “it’s okay guys, i’m really tired anyways.” they wish you goodbye as you walk into your bedroom, and shut the door.

later that night, when everyone had gone home and bokuto was finally alone with you and in bed, you decided to ask him what’s wrong.

“kou?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t move, or reply—just continues to scroll through his phone, his back facing you. your heart was pounding and you felt nervous for his reply.

“bokuto? i need to speak with you, please...”

he sighs, “what?” he snaps, attitude laced in his words.

“i’m not sure why you’re upset with me, but you’re being extremely strange. i’m not sure what i did but i’m sorry and i hope you can forgive me.” you smile, hoping he would forgive you.

“y/n, you know what you did. you fucking blew me off and i was all alone all day. the boys were busy today, but i was so sad and lonely that they had to come round. it’s not fair, you do this all the time.” he rants to you, making you feel incredibly guilty and upset.

he did this a lot. he’d ask you to do something, you were busy or couldn’t make it, and he’d be upset. so, “can we hang tomorrow?” really means, “hang out with me tomorrow, or i’ll be upset with you for the rest of the week.”

it was toxic, but you were blind and loved him too much that his toxicity was nothing but silly little moments of upset to you. nothing more, nothing less.

“oh, no! baby, i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll never blow you off again—oh i feel so bad!”

bokuto just nods sadly and cuddles up into your chest. you fall asleep in each other’s arms, you feeling happy that he forgave you, and bokuto grinning that he got you to apologise this time again.

+

i apologise bokuto’s was absolute ass. i hate this one so much, i’ve been putting off finishing it for days. sorry it’s so bad guys :(

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<3 warnings: swearing, my luv for seijoh four showing again, me slandering hiro 🥰

<3 things to know: usually my works set in the timeskip but this is set in highschool cause that’s prime seijoh four </3 and there’s nothing nsfw or anything so dw!!

<3 note: felt like i haven’t written or put anything out in so long so here <33 . reblogs are greatly appreciated

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.: makki spams the gc at ungodly hours of the night. always selfies but he’s holding the phone so you can see his bare ass in the mirror behind him. ‘accidentally’ sent a picture of his dick once

.: issei’s house is the house they always hang out/ sleepover at cause his mom loves them and doesn’t mind them being loud cause she’s never there at night cause of her job.

.: iwa gets pranked the most cause he’s a scaredy-cat and always claims ‘they didn’t get him’. every time.

.: oikawa gets ‘randomly picked’ to pay for their food when they go out but the other three just always decide to pick ‘kawa anyway without telling him.

.: the first time they went out to a nightclub every one got in but haji. all bc he was a few centimetres shorter than the others. it took half an hour of convincing the body gaurd to let him in, which he didn’t believe cause hiro n issei wouldn’t stop pissing themselves laughing the whole time.

.: only listen to queen, mötley crüe, ABBA and nicki when on road trips.

.: issei was the first one to get a car n one time they all snuck out at 3 am to drive to some mountain to watch the sunrise and got lost until 8 am.

.: issei n hiro ‘help’ haji flirt with girls bc he can’t do it himself for shit.

.: toru’s nephew like the others more than him

.: makki’s sister always tells the boys things she catches him doing.

.: they all ft nearly 4 times a week and they could be in stiches laughing together, then next thing, hiro has the phone propped up while taking a shit, issei’s showering with the curtain open 🤨, oikawa is cleaning his room while blasting nicki and iwa is trying not to get his ass beat by his mother who’s giving out bc he’s laughing so loud.

.: for toru’s 18th birthday they had a garden party cause it was summer and they didn’t expect to get that drunk. they ended up playing some shot board game that got them absolutely shit faced and they ended up sneaking out to the bar down the road while stumbling in the middle of the literal road singing and spent the next three hours doing karaoke before they went back home and they can’t even remember what happened between 7am and 4pm when they woke up.

.: issei is always stuck babysitting his siblings cause his moms working and can’t come out to them as much as he’d like to so they come to his house and help him.

.: went on a ‘boys holiday’ to ibiza when they all turned 19 and lets say they went for a week and only remember about 4 days of it.

.: oikawa was the only one who had a date to their third year prom thing. but he didn’t actually like her as much as he thought so decided to just go with the boys as the four of them and they have so many pictures to show how fun it was.

.: has game and movie nights at, again issei’s. they don’t like watching that many new movies so the ones they always watch are: all three of the hangovers, mamma mia!, white chicks, fast n furious, all the shreks, both bad boys and godzilla for haji.

.: plays multi player games on their play stations nearly every night and they all get in trouble for laughing so loud at 3 am cause of how shit hiro is.

.: personal hc moment <3: at a random sleepover they were just sitting talking about life and then hiro came out to them and they were all just like 😟. toru was like i knew already 🙄cause same. then they had a lil cute chat about relationships n shit <3

.: they all have atleast one piercing and get them together when they do. haji has both his lobes with just studs, toru has his helix and wears tiny hoops in his lobes, hiro has his double lobes, nose, helix and his rook (really wants his belly button but his father would crucify him & issei has his right lobe right helix, matching lil rook with hiro when they were drunk in ibiza <3, nose and his eyebrow. also sei’ n iwa got tattoos idcidc.

.: makki and issei facetime each other with just them two and have their speakers playing songs like “super freak, more than a woman and pretty woman” while they dance in their socks, boxers and white button ups.

.: issei is one of the only ones that can actually sing well and gets embarrassed whenever they bring up that one time they heard him singing “girls just wanna have fun”

.: on that note, they all know how to play an instrument cause they fancy school boys, iwa knows electric guitar and the saxophone, hiro also knows guitar and violin, ‘kawa plays piano n acoustic guitar and issei knows drums and bass.

.: they all cried when toru n haji had to move away for vb and uni. then 6 months later issei n hiro moved to tokyo together.

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sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want’s to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

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Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

      Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role. 

      Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

      Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

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After you’re both finished with dinner, he picks you up and carries you off to your bedroom. He sets you down carefully before sitting next to you.

“I appreciate your efforts wholly, and the energy you invest in me.” He kisses your forehead.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel loved as well, dear?”

- Wakatoshi Ushijima

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and hold him close to my smaller frame. “Just kisses.” I mumble sheepishly against his chest. “Thank you for breakfast Ushijima-Kun, it was delicious.” As I kick off my pants and opt for shorts, I crawl back into his large embrace and mention, “Well...Maybe...We could take a bath together?”

clouds.

pairing: fem!reader, gojo satoru.

genre: angst, smut.

summary: ignorance is a bliss.

cw: age gap, manipulation, violence, cursing.

wordcout: 2.7k.

you and gojo met a long time ago, through mutual friends.

one of your friends was dating one of gojo’s friends. sheer coincidence, you thought.

you two would meet often, along your friends. for some reason, you and gojo happened to be intimate friends of each friend in common, so you’d often find yourself sitting by gojo’s side while the couple chatted and kissed lovingly. gojo didn’t talk to you at first, neither did you. he was older than you, much more, and you were too intimidated by his appearance. you’d rather stay in silence then talk to him and make yourself look like a fool.

but gojo wasn’t like that - at first.

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happy birthday to our lovely, dedicated, and charismatic powerful dancer and visual HWANG HYUNJIN ♡ #HappyHyunjinDay .: 00.03.20

—i don’t want to regret the way i lived.

happy birthday, Yuuji!  ✧  03. 20

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