𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫₀︎₉︎

fantasy - mdni

pairings: dilf!nanami x fem!reader 

synopsis: you meet your friend’s dad - not expecting that he turns out to be your favorite porn star 

cw: age gap (reader is 21, nanami is 42), college girl reader, mentions of porn and masturbation, dumbification, daddy kink, unprotected intercourse, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, nipple play, cowgirl, mating press, degradation, teasing, nicknames (doll, princess), name calling (slut, whore), one mention of anal 

word count: 4.7k pure filth (i’m sorry)

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The paperwork in front of you made you frown. You groaned internally. The semester had just started but your professor did not plan to go easy on your class. An important assignment was due, making you put in extra effort. Yue,  a friend you met in this class, was sitting next to you. She was polite and well-mannered, making you feel comfortable around her even though you had only known her for a short amount of time. 

You happily agreed to go to her house since she lived off campus; away from all the stuffy libraries. She told you that her father was a salaryman, often working overtime. He usually came home late which meant you had the house to yourselves to study. 

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imagine nerd!eren rejoicing and boasting during his book club about you, Ms. Perfect taking his virginity. He’d be so bashful, face brighter than the ripest apple as he recounts the memories. The boy who was afraid to harm a fly, but fucked you so good that you couldn’t bear come to school the next day, cock drunk. The virgin boy who spilled his cum into you three strokes in, but he was so horny he went on for hours. It was his first time could you blame him, and your pussy was just that good. Goes to the bathroom whips out his phone and scrolls through your instagram stroking his dick because he misses you so much and heads right back to his club being the good student he is.

pussy whipped

nerd!eren who comes to your house to “check” up on you, sweater wrapped knuckles knocking on your front door. Greeted by your mom who then takes him upstairs to your room. “umm… y/n I-I was just wondering,” he’d begin pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turning his face away cause he’s that embarrassed “could we do it again, cause it felt really really good.”

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Bokuto’s been on the brain lately that’s all I’m saying | cw: smut, fem!reader, shower sex, size kink, little bit of manhandling | wc: 1.5k

Bokuto Koutarou is a large man.

He’s always been pretty big, even as a baby, all chubby cheeks and chunky thighs and wide, golden eyes. As a teen, he was taller than most, and starting to fill out his volleyball uniform quickly from training so much. And now, as an adult, he’s the star of his fans' wildest fantasies.

Bokuto is beautifully sculpted, the result of so much hard work, and he’s all yours.

Strong, broad shoulders and biceps that you can’t even fit two hands around, flex and bulge under his shirts when he lifts you excitedly in greeting. Pecs that double as the perfect pillows when you’ve had a long day, along with meaty thighs, and an ass that’s annoyingly perkier than your own. He can easily toss you around as though you weigh nothing more than a bag of flour.

But sometimes, he doesn’t know his own strength.

Under the hot spray of the shower, you rinse out your shampoo, distantly hearing the sound of the front door swinging shut. The bathroom door is unlocked since you’re home alone, and Bokuto takes advantage of that knowledge, barging in and quickly shedding his workout gear.

“At least knock first, Kou.”

“Relax, baby.” He slides the shower door open and steps into the steam, crowding your space and moving under the running showerhead. “You’re my wife, remember?” he says cheekily, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Your wife still likes a little privacy from time to time.” He grins, grey strands of hair beginning to sag and flop down against his skull from the weight of water beating down on his head.

“But I missed you, baby!” And there it is, the whine paired with earnest eyes that douses any brewing irritation. You roll your eyes, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. He responds eagerly, humming against your mouth and letting his hands travel down your body. Warmth of a different kind trails over your sides and waist, down to your thighs where he taps lightly.

“Up,” he mumbles, easily hefting you into his arms. Your legs tangle around his waist, and any thoughts of actually showering pour out of your mind and down the drain when his tongue slips inside your open mouth. You suck on the wet muscle, grinning when he groans and kisses you more desperately.

Bokuto resituates his hands so that they’re resting on your ass, slapping your right cheek playfully and swallowing your yelp of surprise. His cock is already hard, you realise, poking at your inner thigh, pulsating and hot.

“Missed me, did you?” you say with a snicker, pulling away to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against his wet jaw and throat.

“I did!” he insists. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you when you texted saying you were gonna shower. My mind wanders, y’know. ”

“You little perv,” you gasp teasingly, nipping at the skin of his collarbone. He huffs but doesn’t say anything, instead squeezing the fat of your ass between his fingers. “What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he gasps when you lick a stripe up his neck to under his ear, before sucking the lobe between your lips.

“What about me?” Your whisper tickles his ear and you can feel the way his cock jumps excitedly against your thigh. You run a hand down over his chest, grazing your fingers gently over his nipples, and squeezing his pecs teasingly. Continuing down, your hands slide towards his cock, brushing the head gently with the pads of your fingers.

“Fuck, baby- was thinking about your- fuck,” he whimpers when you wrap your fingers around his weeping length, rubbing it slowly over your clit.

“Mm, thinking about my…”

“Don’t tease,” he says, breathing growing heavy. “Touch me properly.”

“I am touching you properly, Kou,” you say, lazily enclosing your fist over his shaft before resuming grinding against him. “You were saying?” He swallows hard, the heady mix of steam and your warm cunt quickly making him dizzy.

“Was thinkin’ ‘bout- oh, fuck- about your pussy. Wanted to fuck you so bad, wanna fuck you- shit- you’re driving me crazy here, baby-“

“But I’ve barely even touched you, sweetie,” you coo softly.

“I know but-“ he stutters over a whiny groan when you slowly pump him, precum mixing with your own where you’ve rested his cockhead. He can feel the heat emanating from your entrance, drooling in anticipation of his dick.

“Enough,” he says exasperatedly.

Bokuto takes your hand away from his cock and tosses it back over his shoulder, stroking himself along your gooey slit himself, before slowly pressing inside with a gasp.

Another thing that’s big about Bokuto-

“Kou, wait-“

-his cock.

“I know, baby, I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow, please, just need to be inside you- fuck, I can’t wait. Been thinkin’ bout this- ooh wow, you feel amazing. ” He thinks he’s going slowly, but he’s staring down intently at the way your pussy struggles to swallow his thick length so soon, and his brain goes completely fuzzy. You’ve gone from teasing him to whining about how big he is, how much he’s stretching you out, in the space of a few moments.

“It’s okay, baby, oh fuck- you’re so tight- so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, overwhelmed by how you’re squeezing down on him so perfectly. His skin buzzes, electric with pleasure as he clumsily rubs soft circles into your sensitive nub to help you relax around him a little.

“Koutarou.” You sigh as the slight burn from being split open on his cock eventually begins to ebb a little.

“Mm, yeah, there we go, there we go.” His grip readjusts to your hips, and he lifts you off his length before bringing you back down again, and again, still mumbling to himself. “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuck-“

Bokuto moves to lean you against the tiled wall, condensation cool under your back, a sharp contrast to the steam curling from the still-running water. He fucks you deep, carving his way through your cunt, lighting your body on fire with every delicious drag.

“So big-“ you whimper again, clinging onto him for dear life. Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations behind, but your husband barely registers any pain. He’s too busy being enthralled by your hot insides, slick and squelching with every thrust. He’s been inside you countless times before, but he’ll never get used to how heavenly it feels.

So much so that he begins to hammer into you, gripping your hips even tighter as he pulls you on and off his cock - there’ll be bruises in the shape of his fingers come morning. You’re moaning unabashedly, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, even as your back begins to slip against the damp tile. It’d be uncomfortable if you were cognisant of any sensation other than the throbbing heat between your legs.

“Slow down Kou- what if I, mm- f-fall-“

“You won’t fall, I’ve got you, I’ve got you see?” He squeezes your hip to prove his point, pressing closer to you so that he can kiss your parted lips singing so sinfully for him. It’s more a mess of tongue than anything, saliva dripping down your chin and immediately being washed away by the stream of water pattering into your skin.

Hot pleasure drips and pools in your belly, bubbling fiercely until you feel as if you may burst when his cock repeatedly strokes against the spongy spot inside you.

“Right there, Kou- fuck! I’m gonna-“ The grip you have on him tightens, legs and arms alike, until you feel your orgasm crash into you intensely.

“Fuck! Kou!” You cum with a keening wail, pussy strangling his cock and forcing his own orgasm to wash over him.

“Baby, oh- god- hah- ‘m cumming, gonna cum-“ Bokuto doesn’t stop moving, still erratically pumping into you as he climaxes. His legs are shaky as he does so and in the midst of voicing his pleasure, his foot slips in the water pooling in the shower tray, and you slide down the tile with a screech.

“Shit!” He manages to catch both of you before he actually falls and does any damage, panting harshly from adrenaline when he stills. You’re still in his arms, eyes squeezed shut with a cunt full of cock, trembling both from fear and the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“That was close,” he huffs, slowly straightening up.

“I told you to slow down,” you say lightly, flicking his nose in annoyance and watching it wrinkle.

“‘M sorry baby, you just felt so good!” It’s hard not to smile when he flatters you casually. “If anything it’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s your pussy.” he says, running a thumb over your puffy clit and feeling you twitch around him. He looks at you with a smouldering golden gaze, lip caught between his teeth to hide his smirk. “It’s dangerous.”

“I’m serious, sweetie. No more manhandling in the shower,” you tell him gently, kissing his nose where you just flicked him. “You can throw me around in the bedroom, but not in here. ‘Kay?” Reluctantly, he nods in agreement. You kiss his lips softly, gasping into his mouth when he slowly pulls out, before gently setting you back on your feet.

“Let’s go then, we can shower after.”

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⌗︙・best friend pieck listening to u rant about your crush ⸜⸜・

best friend pieck who listens to you rant about your new crush from between your legs.

"we made eye contact." you say, the end of sentence turning into moan as her tongue slides thru your folds. she slurps at your juices, her tongue teasing at your hole.

"you think he's in love with you?" she giggles,, sending vibrations to your clit. you arch your back, but she presses you back down, throwing your legs over her shoulders. pieck buries her face deep into your cunt, licking and sucking on your juices.

"what else?" she asks. she's been your best friend for a long time and she supports all of your crushes. but she wants you to feel good too. pieck knows that none of those boys would be able to satisfy you as good as she does.

"he borrowed my... im about to cum." you whine, making her laugh. two of her digits press against your hole and she pushes the fingers inside of you. she presses them right into your sweet spot, fucking you with them while continuing to suck on your clit.

"pieck oh my god." you moan, cumming on her fingers and her mouth.

"i think he's the right for you, sweets. as long as he lets me fuck you on the weekends."

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

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CHARACTERS: Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru

SUMMARY: Not a big fan of newcomers Satoru Gojo and Suguru Getou, you hesitate on signing the job. Once you see the paycheck, you quickly agree to the job. Both of their cocks in one hole, that should be a piece of cake for you. Right?

WC: 10K

TAGS: double penetration, double penetration in one hole, double vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, oral (m receiving), cum play, nipple play, brief geto x gojo, choking, male masturbation, mutual masturbation (gojo & geto), choking, breeding kink, praise kink, spit swallowing, gojo has nipple piercings, geto has tattoos

A/N: This was originally posted to ao3, so that’s why it may seem familiar. Also I am currently in the process of crossposting my works from ao3 to here, so there will be more coming soon! 

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Pairing. Gojo, Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami x Fem!Reader (Separately)

Rating. NSFW/ Explicit

WC. 1.3k+

CW/ TW. Single-Parent Reader, Domestic Softness, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Pet Names (ex. Dove, Baby), Almost getting caught, All Characters Aged-Up (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

AN. All likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 is a grown child himself sometimes, so he most likely has zero problems getting along with your daughter.

He calls her princess, and one day you walk into the living room to find your daughter putting clips in Satoru's platinum hair and unicorn stickers on his face. It's cute, and you secretly take a picture to make it your lock screen on your phone.

Most days, you have to cook or else those two will eat nothing but sweets all day. But on the days he does try to make dinner, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for your daughter to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

He probably develops a breeding kink because he wants more little you's running around the house—and you shiver when he tells you this while you're washing dishes, pressing himself along your back so you can feel how hard he is.

Satoru has your wrists pinned above your head, biting at your breasts greedily, his thrusts rough and needy. He's pretty sure you're both going to have carpet burns later, but his head is too gone to care.

He nuzzles the side of your face, hips brushing against your clit every time he presses his cock into you: "You gonna take all my cum in this tight cunt and make it mine, yeah?"

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 is more shocked by the fact you have twins and less about you actually having kids.

It's no surprise that they're as drawn to his sunny personality as you are, both of them constantly vying for his attention. He takes the twins to the zoo and buys them new plushies for their bed—he even takes care of them when you're sick or stressed from work.

He has no issue considering the twins his and even lights up when someone points out how he makes a good father.

One thing he does lack, however, is subtlety.

You whine about moving to the bedroom when he decides to pull your small sleep shorts to the side and impale you on his achy length. His grip on your hips is gentle compared to the unforgiving pace of his thrusts below you, the couch groaning in protest.

"Shh, it's okay, baby." He presses a messy kiss to your lips. "They're sleeping. Now keep riding my cock."

And it's almost a close call when he cums with an animalistic groan, and you barely miss the sound of a door squeaking open upstairs before you throw the blanket over both of you.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 is probably super awkward—the type that's never wanted kids, and yet he knew that you and your daughter were a package deal when he met you.

This doesn't stop him from hating the fact that every time he leaves his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos, or that he can't eat anything without a small hand reaching out for his food.

Eventually, he warms up to the idea, and affectionately calls your daughter brat—he'll even go as far as begrudgingly making her chocolate pancakes and watching cheesy cartoons to appease the little tyrant.

Although you try to stifle your smile when you come home from work to find him and your daughter curled up next to him, equally invested in whatever cartoon is playing on the TV.

He most likely still gets annoyed that he has to be more cautious about when and where he fucks you. He'll hold you down against the mattress if you're too loud, pushing your face into the comforter to cover up your little moans.

"If you make any more noise, you'll wake the brat," he hisses into your ear, though, smirking when you barely contain a sob each time his cock slides deeper.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 most likely doesn't know what to do. After all, he didn't exactly have the best role model growing up.

He doesn't know what four-year-olds are interested in and probably bores your kid to sleep whenever he starts talking about mundane adult topics. You call it a gift because your son never takes naps for you—but really, he knows you're only saying that to make him feel better.

His first win is when he takes your son to the beach, and after a long day, the little boy cuddles up in his lap on the couch with soft snores muffled against his shoulder.

Megumi looks up at you in shock, and you can't help the little giggle that escapes your lips at the cute picture they make.

However, he gets super embarrassed when your son nearly walks in on him railing you into the mattress, and he practically knocks you off the bed in his haste to cover up.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 is definitely made to be a dad and adjusts pretty easily when you and your son move in with him.

He lets the little boy sit on his lap while drinking coffee and reading the paper in the morning. During the week, he picks him up and drops him off at daycare and packs lunches for the three of you.

You would have never expected the silent and very intimidating man to be so good with kids.

Your son also seems to be just as smitten with him that he often asks for Nanami when he thinks there are monsters in his closet—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock.

He lets the boy sleep between you most nights because he's usually too tired to get up. But on the nights when he tucks the boy back into his bed, you can't stop yourself from straddling his lap and pawing at his stiff cock through his boxers.

"Want you," you whine, freeing him from his underwear.

He grunts when you slide his heavy cock through your messy folds, and you whimper—teary-eyed.

"Dove, you're going to wake the baby." Though he hardly follows his own warning when he releases a feral groan as you slowly sink down until you feel like there's no more room in your swollen pussy for him to go.

His hands come up to dig into your hips, helping you grind back and forth. "My good girl," he mutters, watching your folds split around him. "You're gonna take the whole thing, aren't you?"

Then he thrusts up until the last inch is nestled in your tight, wet cunt.

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this is everything

reiner braun is a man that knows everything! Not some Ivy Leavue scholar or Harvard graduate but he was so smart. He’s the man that could easily identify four different types of cows whilst in passing if you see a pasture full of cows…even when the average person wouldn’t think of such a thing! “Well let’s just say I have a lot of experience..” He’s the man that could hear your car make the slightest sound and tell you what the issue is before you even have time to pop the hood.. “..you know that transmission is gonna go at any time..park that thing until I have time to fix it.” Hell, he could even tell you what a variety of herbal medicines that can be mixed in the event that you can't get to a pharmacy or otherwise. He could look at a plant and tell you if it were poisonous or if it could be useful. “..sorry, I know this stuff seems weird. I grew up on a farm with eight other kids and we were taught real young how ta’ search for herbs and stuff.” But perhaps the thing that he was most knowledgeable on..were all matters pertaining to your body. Sometimes, it seemed as if he knew them better than you knew yourself. He knew the things that made you tick, that turned you on and what made you fall apart in his grasp. Reiner could sense when you were needy..tensing up and whimpering at the slightest touch. He knows that you need to be placed in his lap and fingered slowly..in no rush to go anywhere and taking all the time in the world to bring you to your peak. His fingers bent right at your hilt as he shoved them knuckle deep and pressed that sensitive core. He can sense when you need that pretty little brain shut off and to be brought to a gushing orgasm.. “..keep yer’ legs parted, baby and I promise I’ll take care of you..” and he knows when you’re having a bad day and although he wants to handle you with the utmost care, he knows what you need more than anything, is a rough fuck. To be pounded into the mattress with a hand to the back of your neck and that plump ass ricocheting against him. Making you grasp the sheets and scream his name. Until the only tears you were crying were those of pure pleasure. Begging him to go deeper so that you couldn’t feel anything but him deep within you. Inflicting small amounts of pain in between just to really get you excited. That tightness swelling around him and you leaving all of your frustrations on those silk bed linens in a pool of juices. He knows you’re not going to stop, even if you’re overstimulated so he slows his strokes to a medium pace and lets you ride it out on his cock, for as long as you need to..

“It’s okay, darling. We can take all night if that’s what ya’ want. I always know what’s good for you.”

movie nights

pairing: osamu miya x f!reader || 1.8k words

warnings: reader is afab, grinding, light hair pulling, spit mention, fingering, begging || names/petnames/etc. used: sweetheart, needy, darlin', 'my girl' — mdni + ageless dni

synopsis: a day of teasing ends with both of you getting what you want (spoiler: the movie is forgotten about, both by the reader + by me while writing this apparently )

Light from the television filled the dark room, the sound system up probably far more than it should be. And yet, even with the flickering of the television and noise filling the space, it couldn’t keep your attention.

You’d be lying if you said you had any idea of what the plot was in the movie currently playing, but it’s no fault of your own. Osamu Miya is insufferable, present tense.  His hands have been your constant companions throughout his day off, intentionally teasing you.

He wasn’t at all oblivious and loved that his touch was enough to rile you up, especially when he wouldn’t take any of it further. Soft kisses on your pulse, fingertips skimming just underneath your top, he’d pull away quickly.

Osamu maintained a grin, very aware of your body’s reactions and frustrations, to your misfortune. He made a game out of it, wanting to see how much more your desire could grow and seeing the relief when he’d finally give you what you wanted.

Attention slipping more and more, you lamented the addition of his hand on your thigh, sliding itself back and forth. Warmth radiated from his touch, making your exposed skin feel like it was on fire. Osamu’s nails dragged along with the most recent swipe, and you couldn’t stop the noise of surprise rising in your throat, thighs moving to close at the feeling.

“What d’ya think of the movie, hm?” he asks, head dipping closer to yours as his grip tightens at your movement, fingertips digging into the spot they sit on. You scramble to string words together, attempting to formulate a lie despite knowing he noticed your inattentiveness ages ago.

“I like it.” Short, simple, and could be true, if it weren’t for Osamu being like this.

He raised one of his brows at you as you turned towards him, attempting a nonchalant expression. Your boyfriend seemed as if he was suppressing a laugh at your answer, lips pressing together before speaking again.

“Liar.” That one word caused you to pause, and avert his gaze, but he didn’t stay silent for long before continuing. “Ya haven’t been focused this entire time. Got somethin’ on yer mind, sweetheart?”

His tone was teasing, and his grin was bright as he watched you fumble for words. Osamu wanted to see how far you’d go to lie about how he affected you, to deny the fact that you’ve been squirming underneath his touch and desperate for more than he’s given you. 

“I’m not a liar. ‘Movies good, and there's nothing on my mind.” Your words came out rushed and sharp, and you knew he would see through anything you said, but you couldn’t give in yet. As if on cue, he scoffed at your response, shaking his head. 

“Nothing on your mind, huh?” His tone took a gleeful turn, and that grin came right back. “What about the movie?”

“Maybe if you stopped talking, I could continue focusing on it,” you huffed back at him, brushing his hand from its place. 

“A’right, guess if you won’t admit it, you don’t get what ya want.”

“What?”

“C’mon. Unless you don’t want what you’ve been waitin’ for, admit that you weren’t payin’ attention.” He meets your stare, an expectant look on his face.

You can feel your barely there resolve cracking, the idea of finally getting what he’s been dangling in front of you chipping away at your facade. You sigh in defeat, turning your body to face him.

“Don’t say anything smart,” you start, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, before he reaches over, and the following words disappear from your lips.

“Legs,” he says, patting your thigh, ”Open ‘em.” Osamu’s touch is hot on you once again, his palm searing against your skin.

Embarrassment filled you, heat prickling at the back of your neck. It wasn't as though you hadn't been in this position before, but everytime he was so blunt with what he wanted, you couldn’t help but get slightly flustered. 

Slowly parting your legs, your shirt rode up with the movement. His eyes zero’ed in on the center of your thighs, the fabric of your panties clinging to the shape of you. Groaning at the sight, Osamu couldn’t help but slide into the empty space and press his lips to yours.

Your inner thighs tingle at the feeling of denim against your skin, and you tried to stifle the soft noises that followed the feeling of him pressed against your clothed slit to no avail.

Osamu let out a chuckle at that, pulling back with eyebrows raised in amusement, but he chose to not comment, deciding to press a soft kiss at the base of your jaw and make his way down. Teeth grazing your throat, he relished the soft pants that escaped your lips. Tongue soothing each bite, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt with the intention of taking it off. 

“Wanna see you,” Osamu said, voice sounding a bit hoarse as he started to tug the fabric of it upwards. Leaning up a bit, you readjusted yourself to help him slip it off. Tossing the clothing to the side, he wasted no time in getting his mouth back on you. The skin of your chest now fully exposed to the cool air of your home, the contrast ripped a whine straight from your mouth. You pushed against him, hips rising in an attempt to stimulate yourself as he radiated warmth.

“Please, Samu,” Your voice cracked, coming out airy with desperation. Warm hands slid back down your body, just barely ghosting over your chest before they found their way to your hips.

Fingers digging into the plush of them, he moved from the spot he had been focusing on, teeth dragging and nipping as he made his way lower. Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair as his lips found one of your nipples, another cry leaving your mouth at the feeling.

There’s no keeping the barrage of sounds budding in your throat at bay anymore, but he’s right there with you as you tug his hair. A groan leaves his mouth as you tug a bit harshly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and he pulls back.

The light catches on his lips, red and shiny with the same spit decorating your chest and it makes you feel hot inside. Osamu looks every bit of a mess as you feel at the moment. Hair mused beyond belief, you can see the flush decorating his skin all too well. 

His eyes darted over your face, taking you in as you did to him and he couldn’t help but pull you in for another kiss. Hips pressing down against yours in earnest, the only thoughts running through your brain at that moment are about how good it feels to feel him like this, hard in his jeans and aching for you, along with how much you wish the jeans were gone.

That, instead of grinding against you, bringing you closer to release as his tongue brushes yours, you wish he was sliding into you.

Your grip slides from its place in his hair, hands finding their way down his front. Pushing his chest a bit to get that space, you reach down to cup him through his jeans. Quickly,  you’re rewarded with one of those sounds again. He can’t help but work his hips against your touch, forehead pressed against yours as he pants, mouth falling open into a pretty shape. 

“Just like that,” His words are breathy as he relishes in the feeling, before mirroring your actions. Osamu reaches down as well to rub you over your underwear, a smug smile making its way to his lips once again at the feeling of how soaked you are.

Your hand pauses as your brain catches up with the pleasure of it, hips moving without a thought against the feeling. The friction stops as quickly as it comes, a small slap coming down onto your mound.

“Yer so needy that with the slightest bit ‘f pleasure, yer brain stops working,” Your boyfriend laughs, dropping another kiss to your lips.

“Shut up. Thought you were gonna give me what I want?” You knew your impatience was threaded into your words, but you couldn't help it. Plus, your words always baited him, just as he baited you.

“Alright, alright,” he draws out the first two words, a glint in his eyes. “I’ll give ya exactly what ya want.”

His fingers reach down again, yanking your underwear to the side. You let out a small noise as the fabric touches the other side of your thigh, embarrassed that you could feel the dampness.

“Shit, maybe we should get a towel or something,” You trail off, thinking about the fabric of the couch for the first time that night. He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ya should have thought of it earlier. Are you gonna let me touch ya, or do you wanna keep talkin? Cause we can conversate instead.”

Words die in your throat as he takes action. Osamu’s  touch trailing up and down your slit, he brushes his thumb against your clit as he prepares to slide a finger in. Rubbing small circles, he lets out a groan at the feeling of you around his digit.

The way he curls those same ones after sliding another in, thumb still toying with your clit has you keening, eyes barely able to stay open. Your hand rushing to hold onto his forearm, you know that he could make you finish quickly just like this.

“So noisy tonight, sweetheart. S’cute.” You force yourself to look at him as the words leave his mouth, and his expression only makes everything worse. Eyes dark and trained on the way his fingers slide in and out of you, sloppy sounds mingling with the heavy breathing from the both of you.

“Stop staring,” you whine out, digging your nails into his skin. “It’s embarrassing when you do it like that.” Once again, not entirely a lie, but it also makes you feel that much hotter inside. You already know he’s not going to, so it's no surprise when he ignores your words.

“Love how you feel around my fingers. Y’know, I was gonna take real good care of ya, and have you cumming around my cock, but,” he pauses, letting a soft laugh slip out again. “I want ya to finish like this first.”

He sucks in a breath at the feeling of you squirming more, tightening around his digits, and knows this means that you’re nearing the end. He slows down as he speaks once more, enjoying the way you’re teetering on the edge.

 “Aw, darlin’. Ya gonna cum? Use yer words. Tell me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, back arching as your hold on his arm gets that much tighter, “Samu please, please, I’m about to,” your words continue to tumble out.

They’re almost slurred as you whine, trying to talk through your impending release. He’s quick to murmur praises to you, cockiness slipping from his voice as he presses featherlight kisses to the crown of your head, picking the pace up once more to bring you over the crest of it.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he coos, letting you ride it out. “That’s my girl.”

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hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so i’d love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i haven’t seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him 😔💔 would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but it’s your choice 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks for reading this, obviously if you’re not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hiromi talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.

an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3

“hey, sweetheart don’t be shy,” he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“yeah…” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, he’s stuffed deep inside you, and you’re barely moving your hips—you shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.

albeit, he was very much patient with you.

you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. “mhm…easy, there we go, good girl. don’t rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.”

his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.

despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. “h—hiromi,” you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney — the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. “i feel it, ‘s gonna.. ‘m gonna cum.”

“you are,” he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. “so be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ‘n slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.”

your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but you’ve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.

alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.

your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.

his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.

so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves — in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.

“such a pretty body,” he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. “—and an even more playful girl.”

“hiromi, it feels— feels…”

you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.

you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, he’s sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. “i know, baby. i feel it too. you’re getting me all…sensitive myself.”

his words made you throb, the way he’d pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin — you studied his facial expressions.

his pretty hooked nose that you’d kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.

“just let go for me, princess. don’t gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.” he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.

you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. “oh, what—? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?”

he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. “come here, princess.”

you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweet…

indescribable yet entirely sugary. higuruma’s tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before you’re cumming, whining.

higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.

“i know, i know. relax,” and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. “good girl. such a good pretty girl,” and he softly strokes the back of your head — dick still twitching inside of you. you’re murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. “that was just one orgasm, i wonder how’d you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.”