I’m Sure That This Won’t Get Traction But

SAY YOU LOVE ME.

eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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precis. katsukis’ old, he’s had his heart broken a plethora of times and is ready to give up. That’s until a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer herself prances into his life through a shitty dating app.

pairing. bakugou kastuki x female reader

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem!sub!reader, degrading nickname (whore), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, face sitting.

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You were nervous about seeing him again.

Only meeting Katsuki a few weeks prior after discovering each other on a ‘wealthy singles’ dating app and chatting. You’d been seeing each other about every other weekend since. Now, you were meeting him again, but this time would be even more special… you smiled, reminiscing over the soft tone he’d use for you whilst on the phone and the beautiful letters he wrote.

Not to mention the sinful pictures he had attached to quite a few.

Bakugou Katsuki was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made you feel free within yourself. you had always been reserved, but there was nothing more you desired than to be wild with the right person to help set you free. What drew you to him were not the pictures of his body, but his hidden sensitivity. As you laid on your patio, bathing in the moonlight; fragments from a drunken memory slipped back into you mind. Well enough we’re you able to remember a conversation where the self proclaimed brute confessed his hurt about his last relationship, when his girlfriend left him for an older man.

That was the moment you realized he was indeed a brute, uncensored, and nothing short of boorish. But he was also tenderhearted, considerate, and fragile. He could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. It didn’t take long for you to not only realize in your mind but your heart as well, that you wanted nothing more than to be with a man like Katsuki.

So here you are, about to meet him for only the fourth time, and thinking that you knew him better than your ex-husband you were married to for 8 years.

You drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. You pulled into the park gate and saw the tennis courts he described. Your hands were clammy, leaving a moist fog on the black steering wheel as you pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. You smiled despite the nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a light blue loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his vermillion eyes, which disappointed you. Distinctly remembering how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deeply vermillion.

You parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As you approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made your tense shoulders drop, finally at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt, the simple gesture made your heart leap as he gazed upon you, almost like he put a spell over you. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and grabbed your chin with the other, pulling your head up to meet his lips. He kissed you passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance and it was only right to let him take it. Bakugou reached down and cupped your bottom in his large, rough hand. Normally he wasn’t such a pervert, but your ass’d been on his mind since the day he swiped right…

"Are you ready to play?" He taunted, knowing full well he was better than you at the sport.

"Won’t you take it easy on me, Kat-us-ki?" You purred his name, hoping to break him down.

"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the U-17 world cup." He replied with a snicker.

It had been a while since you had played so your game was rusty, but nonetheless enjoyable. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the killer smiles you were rewarded with every hit to the ball, he made you feel like you were in high school again. Suddenly, while you were reaching to hit a ball, you felt your ankle give way. You went down hard and instantaneously grabbed your ankle, unsure of the damage. You had sprained ankles before and knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. You felt a hand on her shoulder as Bakugou knelt down beside you.

"Shit, are you alright? Can you walk?" He asked, holding your calf.

"I dunno… it hurts," she bit your lip, resulting in slurred speech. Though you knew you could walk off the court if you had to, it was tempting to see how he would react to the situation so you played helpless. His reaction was not at all what you expected, much to your delight.

You felt yourself being lifted into his strong arms, concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried you off of the court, you laid your head on his shoulder. The smell of his bourbon cologne surrounded your head and clogged your nose, and though strong cologne usually angers you, you couldn’t help but to relax into his arms. Also taking into notice how close his hand was to your breast. Your nipples became erect at the thought of Bakugou touching them. You found yourself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted you, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as he neared an empty space of the park. He gently set you down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.

"I'll be right back," you have a simple nod and pushed your hands down to readjust your ass on the ground.

Bakugou walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid you and set it down beside your hip, then went back to his vehicle to search for something else. You saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards you.

"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” He said with an apologetic expression, but it was much to your delight.

Bakugou lifted his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as you concentrated on his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Bakugou worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position you to be more comfortable. Your face was right in his chest. you instantly felt turned on as your pussy began to slick. It wasn’t your fault, he was sexy n’ rugged and you could see power in all his movements. As you sat watching him, looking him over, you felt completely safe with a man like Bakugou.

A rush of extreme cold against your sprained ankle brought you back to reality. He moved it around your ankle slowly, gently. You sighed as he cared for the injury and laid back and your elbows, still observing him. His concern was overwhelming and you felt a burning inside of you. Sure enough, it was your pussy now leaking through your undies. Slowly, you moved the uninjured leg apart, allowing your skirt to scrunch and open a view to your crotch. You knew if he looked up he would see your tiny thong. You felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.

“I’m gonna be okay, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, s’ nothing major." he stated, but his words were cut short as he went to look at you. You knew he had seen them but was trying to ignore it. "You’re gonna be okay." he replied, a dark red blush freckled over his face. "It feels much better," you smiled, staring directly into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Well it's a little swollen," he gulped.

"Uh, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Love" you admitted.

You looked down at your skirt and pulled them all the way up, then going back to slide your thong to the side, exposing your beautiful, freshly waxed pussy to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Bakugou reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone was watching. Sitting between your legs, he began to run the ice across your calf. Then higher he moved the cube, the colder you got, and the wetter your cunt grew. You could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down your leg, but could also feel your own wetness dripping, and a knot forming within you.

"I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." You hissed, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever, m’ so comfortable with you, Katsuki… Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. Want you, want you to make love to me."

This said, Bakugou moved the ice higher just to your swollen lips. you gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. Your lips met his in a deep kiss— It was a soft, slower kiss. You could feel his hardness against your leg as he lay on top of you while your tongues danced. Then he pulled back slowly, gently biting your bottom lip.

"I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," you teased.

"Good idea. Can ya’ drive?"

"Yes, just help me to my car."

You followed him to his house, heart beating in your ears. You hadn't been this excited in a long time, yet you felt something inside that made you warm all over. He pulled into the driveway and you parked beside him. Bakugou approached as you opened the car door.

"You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing you the key.

You took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under your legs and his right around your torso. His hand rested, again, just beneath your breast. As he lifted you, you could feel the cold of his watch over the top of his hand and your nipples instantly became erect once again. They popped through your thin white tank top. You could feel yourself tingling between the legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. You wanted to feel his compassion and concern along with his enormous cock. you pushed your lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting your tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle. Bakugou closed it back with his foot. You glanced around at his home. This was your first time at his. The house was very nice and clean, which made you giggle. You’d never been with a man that kept things in such good order. Katsuki carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the sun's penetration through the cracks in the drawn shades. He laid you on the bed softly and you pulled him in by his shoulders, kissing him. You pulled his wet shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, you pulled your own top off, leaving only your sports bra. You slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood in front of you and began to unbutton his shorts.

Your heart was racing and hands were shaky, but you patted his hands away to unfasten the button yourself, slowly unzipping them. You could see his hardness standing straight up; his huge penis was just coming over the top of his briefs, and it was still getting harder. Slipping your fingers inside, you pulled down his briefs and Bakugous’ large cock flopped down from its weight. His 7-inch dick was perfect, you thought to yourself. As he stepped out of his shorts, you couldn't help but wrap your hand around the base and pull it to your mouth. You found yourself loving the sensation of fondling his penis and loved even more sucking it. It was warm and hard, throbbing in your mouth. You felt your panties being slid down your body and the skimpy soaked thong followed.

“Let up.” and you did, dragging his duck out of your mouth and looking up at him for further instruction. But they never came, instead, he pushed you down onto the king sized bed and his tongue and lips kissed your belly and legs. When he laid down, you flipped positions so that your pussy was directly over his face. His fingers tickled the inside of you smooth shapely legs and you spread them further. You opened your lips over the head of his monster, taking him as deep as you could, tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside of you. You felt the wetness on his tongue as he slid it between your lips. His two fingers replaced his tongue and began to gently massage your g-spot. With his free hand, he spread your pussy lips and pulled back. Then, you finally felt his wet tongue circle your nub. You were in heaven.

The pleasure was so intense you stopped sucking him and rested your head on his muscular thigh. You had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Your toes curled as he sucked gently on your clit and his fingers rubbed inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure you clit was soaked. You tried to fight the orgasm, wanting to prolong his heavenly touch. But as he sucked on your clit, you felt yourself explode. Digging your nails into his calf, you sat up and pushed your cunt deeper into his face, rolling and bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed you. He continued to jugg his fingers inside, then, slowly pulling them out.

You turned around and dug your hands into his shoulders to keep him seated, if your mind wasn’t so clouded you wouldn’t be thinking he couldn’t move under your grip. He allowed you to be in charge, and careful of your ankle, moved you directly between his legs. You hungrily took his extreme boner again into your mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as you moved her mouth over him. You needed to please him as much as he had pleased you. You moaned over his organ and made sure it was nice and wet with saliva before using your hand. It was slick and slid effortlessly up and down. Bakugou groaned deeply, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“Feels great, babe.” Bakugou whispered, encouraging you on.

You put his engorged round head back into your mouth and let him thrust into your mouth. It felt naughty yet so good to have him sliding his stiff dick in and out of your mouth, however he wants. You always heard from men that women should act like whores in bed and you wanted to be his whore. You pressed hard on his gonads and could feel his orgasm building as he continued fucking your mouth.

You looked up longingly into Bakugous’ eyes and cooed, "Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you and swallow it all."

Bakugou nodded in agreement and whispered, “Gonna give you what you want, gonna, fuck…”.

He smiled as you attacked his thick rod with your mouth and hands again, moving your head quickly up and down his long shaft. you slurped around his dick and added your own saliva as your mouth watered. You pulled him straight up and began licking the shaft with your slippery tongue. Left hand grasping the base of his cock and squeezing it tight, restricting the blood from returning to the rest of his body. The veins of bakugou’s hard-on bulged as his cock became evermore engorged with blood. His cock’s large purple head turned 3 shades darker as it became rock hard. You skillfully and gently licked the sensitive underside of his cock’s head, still clutching his prick in your left. Katsukis’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as you attempted to swallow his now huge, stiff head.

His breathing quickened and he let out a low moan. With your right hand, you grasped a fist full of bakugou’s balls and gently tugged them down as you squeezed. You could feel his cock pulse in her mouth and jerk as his huge phallus began its orgasm. His hot spunk shot to the back of your throat as his cock pumped it’s cream from his balls. You began kneading bakugou’s jewels, making sure to get every drop. He shot more cum into your waiting mouth. You collected as much as you could hold along with his cock in her mouth and swirled it around with your tongue coating the shaft of his stiff penis. You fought to get every drop, all the while, holding it in your mouth. His tool spasmed a few more times then fell to rest.

Bakugou groaned a sigh of extreme pleasure. You moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. Not to be denied, you continued yanking on Bakugous’ cock to squeeze out every last drop held in its shaft. Several drops oozed out of the tip of his head and you slurped them up. your mouth, now filled with his warm cum shot, felt very slick over his dick. You bathed his shaft with his own cumshot and exposed your work to the blond as he looked up. Stringy lengths of cum attached themselves from his cock and your mouth. You both laughed. You finished the fabulous blow job by slowly licking clean every last inch of him as it slowly fell limp on his stomach.

"Gonna take a minute for me to fill back up,want a massage?" he stretched.

He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing you on your stomach, he adjusted the pillows for your head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. You heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on your back they were slick and you could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over your back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down your body and began to massage your calves, careful of the hurt ankle. He then moved his way up your legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite you. You spread your legs slightly, knowing he could see the wetness.

"Y/n, I want to tell you something. I don’t know how I really feel about you, not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before... I don't want to scare you off but I know I need to be honest. I fucking adore you. They way you laugh, smile, god fuck— the way you look at me like I’m some king.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you heard his tone. His words sound genuine, but he’s pained to continue. You had never heard such honesty and realized that you probably never would. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and she turned to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Katsuki. I love what you said. I only wish I had the guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. Your eyes welling with tears as you cherished the moment. When you regained your composure, you whispered softly in his ear with a slight sniffle.

"What happened to my massage, baby?”

Bakugous’ hands went back to Your legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to your pussy and stopped. You wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside of you. You smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage your ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. You heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When you finally felt his hand, it was directly on your pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing your with it. Your pussy felt so slick as his fingers glided over your clit, causing your body to shake. He rubbed for a few minutes, teasing your entrance, then moving to hover on top of you.

You could feel his large hard on between your ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub your shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between your cheeks. You noticed that he was slick and that he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock.

As his stiff dick began sliding between your cheeks, you tried to arch her hips to get his head into your pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Bakugou continued to cruelly tease you as he massaged your shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck and shifting his hips. He was now at your opening, once more you tried to push back on him but it became apparent that you did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward. The enormous head of his cock piercing your dripping pussy.

You let out a sigh as tour vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Bakugou grabbed your hips and slowly pushed in the length of his shaft. Your pussy felt so tight despite how slick it was. He kept inserting himself until his hard on was completely inside. You were so full, feeling him press against your cervix— his thickness was painful, but so fucking good. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. Your hole was so slick and hot that he had to move slowly, in fear that he would fill your pussy to early. Knowing he wasn’t gonna last any longer with the way your ho pussy clenched around him, he bit your neck softly and sent you over the edge, your cunt grasping his large organ even tighter as you came.

"Fuck me, baby. All yours." You moaned, pulling your knees up and arching your back to take his cock better..

He was still inside and began to build up a rhythm. You could feel his balls slapping your clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling you up to him by your nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust his thick shaft into your cunt. You felt yourself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside of your soaked snatch.

With reluctance, he pulled out. He wanted to be looking into you's eyes when he came. Pumped with adrenaline, he tossed you over with brute strength and moved between your legs. He shoved his cock back inside you once more and got down to your level. He began to kiss your lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. You felt so close to him, the sweaty heat between your bodies made it feel like you were melting into him, and as you, him. You moved your hips in rhythm with his and could feel his tension building again.

"Need you to cum inside of me. Make me yours." you sighed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

"Gonna cum inside…" he huffed out.

"Look into my eyes." you whined, pulling his chin to make him face you.

—and just as you thought, his eyes were glossed over with lust. You held eye contact with him anyhow and didn’t let him move. The emotion you were both feeling was overwhelming. As Bakugous’ orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes.

"No! look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." you whispered

Katsukis’ eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could no longer hold back. You could feel his dick swell even larger inside of you. Your pussy, stretched wide around his enormous penis, clamped down hard. His cock again erupted as you felt it spasm and pump another load of hot sperm up from his balls. It was more than you could handle as you came with him. Your orgasm sent you groaning as he smiled while spearing your pussy. The room was filled with moans of passion. As you finished, you laid back comfortably on the bed and he rested on top of you, his massive tool still inside.

Every once in a while, you felt his cock produce a slight spasm. You turned her head and kissed him. Bakugou slowly pulled his still erect cock out of your swollen, dripping pussy with a noticeable slurp. You both laughed at the strange sound.

You were both spent, but he still managed to pull out some strength and flip your body to the side, pulling your back to him and becoming the big spoon. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of the next time you'd be under him, hopefully, after the nap was over.

into it. — g. suguru

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: fem!reader, age gap (Getō 31, reader early 20s), virginity loss, fingering, virgin!brat!reader, brat tamer!geto, corruption kink, hatefucking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, size difference, cum sharing, finger sucking, mirror sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of pet names (sweetheart, princess), name-calling (brat, slut), reader experiences slight pain discomfort, mentions of aftercare, skin color is not mentioned.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent and i am not sorry

for @k-ryuuguji 's lights camera action collab!

“Cut!” The director yelled out, sighing and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Everyone take an hour, get lunch. Y/N, Getō, stay back a minute.”

You knew what this was about. You had worked on this once scene for half the day without any progress. No matter what you tried or how you portray your character, it just wasn't playing out the way it was supposed to. But then again, it was hard to play the love interest of someone you hated.

Ever since joining the cast of Jujutsu Kaisen, you and Getō Suguru butted heads. You hated his type. You hated how he thought he was better than everyone and how he looked down on you for being the youngest cast member besides Itadori Yūji. Sure, he was damn near ten years older than you, but that didn't make you less of an actor or even a bad one at that. You were convinced that guys like him just had ego’s bigger than their dicks. It was just a way for them to compensate.

“Tension is good for the role sometimes,” Gege, the director, told you and your co-star. “But whatever you two have going on is not. Get it sorted before we come back from lunch.”

You clenched your jaw before smiling sweetly, “You got it.”

As they walked away, you glanced at Getō before scoffing. You didn't say anything to him, deciding to leave yourself. You had ramen in your dressing room that was calling your name. When you went to walk away, a large hand clamped down on your wrist.

“Where do you think you're going?” Getō questioned, narrowing his eyes. “We were told to work this out.”

You almost snarled, roughly removing yourself from his grip, “There's no way in hell we're working past that big ass ego of yours.”

“Watch your mouth, princess,” He glowered, stepping forward as if to intimidate you. “Don't forget I can have you blacklisted before our break is over.”

You rolled your eyes, “Typical. The girl says no and the man threatens her. I'm not afraid of you, Suguru. If you really want to ‘talk things out’, at least let me eat first. That's what a gentleman would do. You'd know that if you weren't such a barbarian.”

This time when you walked away from him, he followed along silently. For once, he finally shut the fuck up and you could actually hear yourself think with him around. By the time you made it to your dressing room, you'd forgotten he was right behind you. You just hoped you didn't have anything sitting out that he would make fun of you for, like your plushie collection.

In all honesty, Getō didn't know what to expect. Maybe a shrine in his honor or something of the like. With how much you claimed to not like him, he figured maybe it was because you're secretly in love with him. Every time he tried to think about what reasons you had for hating him, he came up empty handed. It wasn't like he was the one that started it, either. One day you were nice to him and the next you literally told him to go fuck himself.

So imagine his surprise when you looked at him and said, “You can start with an apology.”

“Me?” His eyebrows shot up, a bewildered laugh escaping him. “I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one with the issue here.”

It was true. Getō had no qualms with you. But, it didn't mean he would sit there and take your shit. He would give it back, and has done so plenty of times.

You scoffed in response, “If you're gonna deny it, you can just leave. I already told you I'm perfectly fine not being civil.”

“Will you stop acting like a fuckin’ kid?” He growled, watching you reach into the bag sitting on your vanity.

You glanced over your shoulder, smirk tugging at your lips, “Okay, daddy. Whatever you say.”

He knew full and well that you were simply testing his patience. But, the sultry tone you used was not at all necessary or fair. It left him even more shocked than before. He hated that. No one has ever made him feel this conflicted and confused before.

“This was stupid,” He tried to recover, but you'd already seen the blush that hit his cheeks. And you silently cursed yourself for liking how he looked with a flushed face. “I won't apologize for something that I didn't do.”

You rolled your eyes, going to open the ramen pack when Getō took it from your hands, “Or is that the real issue here, Princess? Do you not get enough attention? So you bitch and moan like a brat?”

Your first instinct was to yell at him and grab for your food, but you knew you'd be proving his point. You clenched your jaw, staring forward as if he wasn't there. That act itself was also childish, but you knew that if you opened your mouth, all hell would break loose. Getō reached out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Maybe it's because I don't give you enough attention?”

The wide eyed look you unknowingly gave him caused a low chuckle to push past his lips. He pulled you closer, his faces centimeters from yours, “If you wanted to fuck me sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“As if,” You finally spat out, pushing his hand away from you. But just as quickly, he dropped the pack of ramen and grabbed you by the back of your neck. He twisted his fingers into your hair, keeping you firmly in place.

You swallowed thickly, knowing if you so much as dared to breathe, you'd waver. His scent was intoxicating, his gaze hypnotizing. Your heart was racing as you stared into his dark eyes, not knowing what had come over him. The thought was somewhat exhilarating and his grip on you left you feeling like your skin was on fire.

“Don't get shy on me now,” His voice came out just above a whisper, causing a shiver to slowly creep down your spine. “I didn't even fuck away that attitude yet.”

You should've been repulsed. You should've been pushing him away instead of pulling him in by his shirt. You should've been yelling at him instead of angrily pressing your lips against his. You should've been fighting instead of giving in.

All too quickly, Getō knocked your bag from the vanity table and wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you up. He sat you down, pushing himself between your thighs. Your mind was racing as he untangled himself from your hair and roughly grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into you as he pushed himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was already.

You didn't know what the hell was happening, or what was going to happen, or even why. You weren't going to deny the fact that Getō was hot, but the thought of sexual tension had never crossed your mind. You hated him with your whole heart, you'd swear it. But, god did you love how he was making you feel.

You hooked your legs around his waist, causing him to break the heated kiss with a sonorous laugh. His hands trailed your body, riding up your thigh and under your skirt until he stopped at your panties. He ran his fingers over the fabric, pulling an airy gasp from you. He smirked, “If you hate me so much, why are you such a mess for me?”

You held back a whimper at his touch, “Shut the fuck up.”

Roughly, he pulled your underwear aside and pushed a finger into you. Before you could cry out, he covered your mouth with his free hand and glared down at you.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Getō snapped, slipping another finger into you. “Unless you want everyone to know that you're acting like a little slut for me.”

As he worked his fingers, in and out, against your tight walls, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself quiet. Because he was right. You would be damned if anyone heard you calling out for Getō Suguru.

He was relentless. Pushing down on your pelvic bone, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot over, and over, and over again until you were close to your release. But as soon as you tilted your head back and you clenched around him, he was pulling away from you completely. The smirk that tugged at his lips told him that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“You think brats like you get to cum?”

It wasn't a question that needed an answer. For once you were smart enough to listen and keep quiet. He toyed with your clit, watching your face go red as you all but squirmed against him. He was enjoying how you reacted to his touch, writhing at something as simple as brushing your clit.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, using it to undo the few buttons of your top. You almost shivered at the cool air hitting your hot skin, going to reach for his shirt when he smacked your hand away. He would take up every single second of your lunch break if he had to. But he would fuck the brat out of you by the time you left the dressing room.

He bent down, taking your nipple into his mouth. You shivered, head rolling back as your breathing became ragged. He was reveling in the way you were puddy in his hands. So lost in your reactions that he didn't even stop to think maybe he had way more experience than you did. No, not when he was getting as lost in your noises as you were his touches.

You couldn't focus as he pressed his fingers into you, all while he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Every touch was lighting you on fire, your body shaking as you once again felt yourself close to cumming.

“Getō, please,” You whined, his tongue flicking over your sensitive flesh as his free hand continued to toy with your clit. You couldn't handle it, you wanted to touch him, to feel him inside you. You were too eager, so eager it was throwing him off.

He pulled away from you, shooting you a glare, “So impatient. It's almost like you've never done this before.”

The way the red tinted your cheeks told him exactly what he needed to know. You hadn't done this before, and it just gave him another thing to bully you for. The smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth confirmed your thoughts.

“You haven't, have you?” He questioned, already knowing his answer. “Oh, sweetheart. I am going to ruin you.”

You whimpered as he once again fucked his fingers into you. He’d allow you sweet release because it would make what comes next easier for you. He could feel you clenching around him, so damn close but not quite there just yet.

“You better cum,” He snapped, before leaning down and once again catching your perky nipple with his lips. “Now.”

“Getō, I–” You couldn't help the cry that pushed past your lips while he latched on, sucking and rolling his tongue over it as you instantly caved. You came around his fingers, your tight, gummy walls tightening against him. He didn't let up, letting you ride out your high as you panted out his name.

He pulled his hand away, sticking the fingers he used on you into your mouth. Everything you thought you knew about sex, you could forget it. Because Getō was going to teach you, and you were going to learn his way. This included forcing you to know what you tasted like. He wanted you to taste what he did, for you to know just how sweet you were. You ran your tongue over his fingers, doing what he wanted without even being asked to.

He let out a shaky breath as you sucked his skin clean, wondering how it would feel if your mouth was on his cock. As much as he wanted to find out, he was pushing the time limit as is. The thought had him yanking his hand away from you and flying towards his belt.

Your heart raced as you watched him, knowing you were about to give up everything for the person you hated the most without any hesitation. It made you feel so dirty but at the same time, he made you feel so good. You wanted more, for him to make good on his promise and ruin you.

As he slid out of his clothes you couldn't help but stare. A cheeky grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, knowing overall he was bigger than you. You knew you were in for it, and that he was most definitely going to torment you with his size. But you still couldn't help but ask, “Is that going to fit?”

“Cute,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. You whimpered as he pressed his erection against your throbbing cunt. “You're gonna take it all, sweetheart. Got it? I'm gonna make this pretty little virgin pussy mine.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and biting down on your lip as he teasingly dragged his cock against your soaking entrance. With no warning, he pushed into you. Your eyes flew open, feeling the stretch as he stopped, allowing you to get used to his size.

“So fuckin’ tight,” He gritted out, slowly rocked his hips to inch himself in more. Tears stung the back of your eyes at the discomfort, and your hands curled around the edge of your desk to brace yourself. He placed one hand on the table and wrapped the other around your waist. “Don't be afraid to hurt me, princess.”

He kept his pace, waiting until you were moaning and wrapping your arms around him before going even deeper. But, you were getting impatient, using your legs to pull him all the way in, despite the pain that shot through you at your movements. The cry that left your mouth mixed with his own pleasured moan that he tried to hide by burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“More,” You whined, a tear rolling down your cheek. “Getō, please. I want more.”

He groaned, pushing in on your back until you were arched perfectly for him as he leaned back to look, “You're so fucking needy. Hurting yourself for my cock. Is that what you want more of? Be a big girl, use your words.”

He wiped the stray tear away, watching as your eyes briefly fluttered closed. He couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked. Your face red, exposed chest heaving as you tried to adjust to how deep in you he was.

“I want your cock,” A sharp noise left your mouth as your hand found the base of his neck. “Please. I– I want you to fuck me.”

He thrusted into you, the noises you made like music to his ears. If you didn't care about the pain you were in, he wasn't going to either. Your yelps were followed by your nails digging into his skin, allowing him to be as rough as he wanted with you.

You locked your legs around his waist, hardly allowing him any room besides short yet deep thrusts. But as he worked himself in as far as he could go, you noticed him picking up speed. He drilled into you, your pained cries slowly becoming more pleasured with each thrust. All you could think about was how he felt inside you. How the friction of his cock moving against your tight walls made you feel like every nerve in your body was on fire.

“Suguru,” An airy moan left your mouth that had his rhythm faltering. “Feels s’good. I wanna… Wanna…”

God, he wished you could see how fucked out you looked right now. Eyelids half open, a lost look in your eyes as if you were seeing stars. His own jumped to the mirrors behind you, an idea forming in his head as he pulled you closer to him. You weren't even on the table anymore, the only thing holding you up was your own arm and leg strength as he gripped your hips and forced your body up and down on his cock.

The slightest change in position made all the difference as you already felt a tightening in your abdomen. You couldn't form words as you wound your hands into his hair.

“You wanted to cum, princess,” He growled out. “So do it.”

As if on command, that tight coil finally snapped, letting the feeling of pure euphoria overtake you. Getō’s lips crashed against yours as you started to cry out, silencing you almost completely. You mewled against his mouth, clamping down around his cock so tight he had to hold back his own moans. He kept up his brutal pace until you had fully rode out your high in a series of spasms that had you jerking violently and nearly in tears as you could finally feel just how raw he had rode you.

He pulled out, a noise of discomfort pushing past your lips as he set you down. He let out a laugh before spinning you around and roughly bending you over the vanity. He leaned down before growling out in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet, brat. I'm gonna fuck you ‘till you can't remember why you hate me.”

You let out a whimper as he lined himself back up with your entrance, slowly thrusting into you. He let out a slew of curses as you sucked him back in, wrapping his arm over your abdomen. As soon as his hand trailed over your skin and stopped at your clit, he pulled you up just enough to grab your chin, turning your head so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Sweat was running down your forehead, your eyes almost crossed as he began toying with you once again.

“See that? How dumb you look for my touch?” Getō snarled, bucking his hips upward. You watched as your mouth dropped open, no noises leaving you even though you wanted to moan. “See how ridiculous you look for my cock, despite saying you hate me? Imagine how stupid you'll look when I fill you full of my cum.”

You couldn't form a response as he railed into you, your eyes rolling back into your head as you focused on the pleasure instead of the discomfort you had felt a minute ago. You gripped the ledge of the table, keeping yourself steady as it rocked underneath his force.

His fingers moved around your sensitive bud, kneading at you as he spurred himself on. He wasn't gentle, but you didn't seem to mind as an abundance of whore sounds we're finally flowing from your mouth. You couldn't think, still couldn't speak, and he was absolutely correct.

You looked like a fucking idiot.

Not because of the pleasured expressions crossing your features, but because of the fact he had you in this state when yesterday you were running your mouth about how you’d never touch him with a ten foot pole over a kissing scene. Now look at you, squirming underneath him as he hit it from behind and nearly had you in tears from how good he was making you feel.

He adored the sight, relishing in the fact that he had made you weak. Who knew all it would take was a few suggestive comments that you had every right to turn down? Because somewhere under all the hatred, you did want him. You finally had him, buried deep inside you and stretching you out more than you had thought possible.

There was no doubt in his mind you'd hate yourself in the morning. Because you'd be sore and worn out, but also because Getō was determined to not let you forget this. He had no issues with you, didn't even hate you. But, he was over your loud mouth and whatever issues you had with him. He was pissed off and he had been itching to let you have it. Although, this was not at all what he had in mind.

Never did he picture he’d be stealing your virginity, let alone fucking you dumb at work of all places. Anyone could walk in at any moment, anyone walking by could hear your sharp noises because you couldn't keep yourself contained.

It was all happening so fast, you slurred over your words as you tried to tell him you were close once again. Getō didn't need to be told though. He could feel you clenching around him, causing his own movements to become sloppy and out of rhythm as he used his free hand to place his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

As you once again came around his cock, he felt himself close to the edge as well. His strokes went long and deep, becoming faster each time he thrusted into you.

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned out. “Gonna fill up your pretty little cunt.”

You whined against his fingers as he pushed into you one last time, breathing out heavily. He made good on his promise, allowing his hot seed to paint your tight walls white. You could’ve sworn you were seeing stars as you tried to calm down. He lightly rested his forehead on your shoulder before softly kissing your skin.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he murmured, pulling out and away from you. You stood back up and turned to look at him in confusion, wondering why he was being nice. You expected him to just leave, but here he was, offering to take care of you.

“What?” He raised a brow. “Aftercare is important, don’t let anyone tell you differently. Especially with this being your first time, there’s no way you’re not bleeding.”

You scoffed, “Don’t act like you care. You got what you wanted, you can go now.”

“What do you mean by that?” Confusion clouded his features, having no idea what you were insinuating.

You looked away, folding your arms over your chest, “Gojo told me that you said I’d never amount to anything, and that I’d be just another washed up actress.”

“You will be if you keep listening to his dumbass,” Getō rolled his eyes, gently grabbing your chin. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

This time when he called you that, it wasn’t full of sarcasm. You dragged your eyes up to meet his, seeing that he was completely serious as he said, “I think you’re great at what you do. I never said that about anyone. As for why Gojo told you that… I’ll give you one guess.”

This guess didn’t need to be said out loud. You knew Gojo was the type to get around. You frowned, mad at yourself for believing him. You should be the one to apologize, not Geto. But as you went to do just that, he caught you by the mouth. Once again taken off guard, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that you’re naive.”

“Yeah,” You rolled your eyes. “Naive enough to let some old perve take my virginity.”

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A/N: my pussy wrote this for me. don't let it flop i was on whore behavior for this 😩

turn those dreams to reality ; kento nanami.

pairing kento nanami x f!reader word count 4.3k synopsis sure, the two of you are engaged and should know everything about each other. emphasis on should. as in, maybe you should not have left your fiance by your work desk unsupervised because he ends up finding out about the embarrassingly huge crush you used to have on him when you were just a little intern. content contains desk sex, (implied) age gap, creampie, fluff, cunnilingus, big dick nanami <3, belly bulge 

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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.

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“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.”

Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

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IT WAS A PEACEFUL SILENCE AS Y/N WATCHED KENTO WEIGH AND PACKAGE. He worked on the top floor of the building Geto’s shop was in, preparing his incoming supply of green. Y/n was there, simply to mind his business and hers while she was there. Nanami preferred to work in silence, in par with his personality outside of selling drugs. When Y/n met him, prior to meeting Geto, almost a year ago, she was very surprised that the smartest man she’d known was a drug dealer.

“Shit.” He cursed, pulling Y/n’s attention from her phone as she looked at him with mild concern.

“What’s the problem, Chief?” She watched expectantly as Nanami pushed his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, something he did when irritated.

“That fucker, Hiroshima, gave me three grams less than what he said should be in here. Three!”

Anyone would be upset over not getting what they were supposed to get, but Hiroshima’s been in the game long enough to know the difference between 200g and 197g. Y/n watched as the usually calm salesman, angrily called Hiroshima to cuss him out. Now, for as long as she’s known the blond, he never came off as violent but she knew better than to assume that he couldn’t. Honestly, every last one of Geto’s friends could hold their own, against each other—and anyone else.

Speaking of Geto, Y/n’s phone vibrated at a continuous pace, removing her attention from Nanami’s fuming figure to the phone in her lap. Geto’s face had took up the screen with his phone number and Y/n answered.

“Hey, what are you doing later tonight?”

Y/n shrugged, remembering that Kenji said he’d be hanging out with friends. “Nothin’, why?”

The sound of the tattoo needle being used filtered through the phone speaker and into Y/n’s ears. So, he was with a client then.

“Shoko and Choso conjured up a hangout for tonight. Celebrate the break and shit, I told ‘em I’d let you know about it. And to let Nanami know.”

At the mention of Nanami, Y/n looked over at him, still cussing Hiroshima out. “Yeah, i’m down. Nanami might be late though.”

“Why?”

“Hiroshima screwed him over.” She explained simply, tugging at the end of the hoodie she stole from Kenji.

Geto took in a deep breath, possibly surprised that Hiroshima would even try something like that with Nanami. ‘Shima may be the supplier, but Nanami’s not one to fuck with. Especially when it came to business.

“Shit. That’s fucked up.”

Y/n hummed in response, listening to the needle puncture someone’s skin with a low buzz. She missed it. “That dude fuckin you right?”

“Boy, bye!”

KENJI NAKAMURA WATCHED HIS girlfriend get ready with heated eyes. She had came over to finish getting dressed and to collect whatever she had left before the break started. Kenji mistakenly thought, that maybe she came over to see him. To spend time with him, before he left. But at the mere mention of Geto, it left a sour taste in Kenji’s mouth and he did not like that. Y/n hadn’t mentioned Geto out loud, nor even directly. Kenji just knew, and assumed, that if she says she’s hanging out with the gang, then he’s there too.

“Babe, why do you look like that? And, aren’t you supposed to be with your boys?” Y/n asked, moving around the room swiftly, not even bothering to look at him as she spoke.

Kenji flexed his jaw in anger and took a deep breath in and then out. Is she that oblivious to how he was feeling? Why he canceled on his friends the minute she told him about her hanging out with them?

Geto and them.

After all these years, Kenji still held a grudge on the man who stole his girlfriend from him and made a big deal about it. Yuri was beautiful and way out of Kenji’s league at the time. He knew it, she knew it, everyone at their school knew it. But she chose him and that pissed Geto off.

The young teen spent most of his junior year in high school, trying to keep his girlfriend away from Geto and his friends. Until Yuri went to a party of Gojo’s, Kenji stuck at home with the flu, and slept with the popular senior who had been desperate to get his teeth into her.

A childish grudge, but the torment Kenji went through in the aftermath of the situation justified everything he was about to do and had done, and this was just the icing on the cake.

“Shota had an engineering project to do last minute and Akira was having girl trouble.” Kenji spoke cooly, eyes still trained on Y/n’s busy figure.

The dark skin girl wore bootcut jeans and a cropped baseball tee. A pair of low Air Jordan’s 1’s were on her feet and a baseball cap on top of her twisted hair. She grabbed the oversized, faux fur coat and put it on before grabbing her bag and phone. “Damn, sure you don’t wanna come?” Y/n asked, checking her outfit out in the floor length mirror behind his door.

“Nah. You go have fun.” He turned back in his desk chair to open his laptop, video editing app opened already displaying his latest project.

Without another glance, Y/n gave Kenji a half hearted goodbye and was out of his shared apartment with a quickness. Part of Kenji wanted to feel bad for what he was about to do. Y/n truly hadn’t done anything wrong, but old habits die hard and Kenji needed to hurt Geto the best way he knew how.

Even if it meant Y/n being collateral.

"PLEASE RYO! NOBARA SWEARS to stop clowning Gojo about his feet." Geto could hear the youngest of the three siblings, persuade his older brother to let them come tonight.

A deep chuckle escaped the tattoo artist at Sukuna's deadpan "No" followed with a growl from Kugisaki in return. Geto was currently finishing up a client; female and petite, her friend accompanying her to, what Geto discovered, her first tattoo. They seemed around the kids' age, no older than nineteen.

Mio, his client, had came in timid and all. Y/n had booked this appointment on one of the days she was filling in for Yuji as receptionist. She wanted a simple wrist tattoo of her birth flower, an easy feat for the experienced artist. Mio's friend, Kei, had came in with her and had been covered in ink herself, but not as much as he was.

They were an easy duo to speak to, Kei having a blunt attitude and dry humor that reminded him of Nanami and Mio holding a similar personality to Choso. He thought about introducing them to the kids. Deeming them a fit for the trio. Wiping away excess ink and bits of blood, Geto tapped the inside of Mio's arm.

"All done sweetheart. Take a look." Snapping off his gloves, he handed the girl the black hand-held mirror and watched her take in the new addition to her skin.

Kei stood and eyed the art carefully, her face changing into one of contentment. "Not too bad. Guess you aren't just a pretty face after all." She smirked whilst Mio let out a gasp.

Geto laughed, grabbing the mirror and putting on a fresh pair of gloves to wrap up Mio's tattoo. "Kei!" The girl scolded, using her free hand to swat at her rough mouthed friend.

"You're funny kid. Since I like you, i'm going to let that slide and introduce you to some kids I know."

Mio handed Geto the money after he finished wrapping her and the three left his room to find Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Itadori behind the counter and on the computer, Sukuna behind them restocking jewelry in the display case. At Geto's presence, the three kids turned to them, eyeing the two girls behind him.

"Hey." Fushiguro spoke lowly, returning his attention to the Switch in his hands.

"What did ya get?" Nobara asked, nodding her head in Mio's direction.

A small blush decorated Mio's cheeks at being addressed. "Uh, three violet's to symbolize my birth month." She explained, bringing her wrist up to show the location of the tat.

"Mio and Kei go to school with us and they are your year. How about you guys get to know each other and go to the sushi bar down the street. I'll give you money for it." Geto suggested, heading to the front door to flip the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and draw the curtains on the window.

Yuji pushed out from the rolling chair and hopped over the counter with a smile. "Free food and new friends? Hell yeah!"

Geto smiled and went to speak when he caught the girls' walking down the sidewalk to his shop. All of the women he knew were gorgeous, but they had nothing on Y/n. Even when she dressed so comfortably, she still looked amazing.

"Sure, i'm down for some sushi." Mio remarked shyly, to which Megumi grunted in response and Nobara nodded.

Kei scoffed, arms folded as she side eyed Geto. "I better not end up dead."

Sukuna laughed at that, getting up and closing the display case. "Kid, if we wanted you dead, you would be. Now, all of you, get out of the shop."

He sure did have a way with words.

Just as the five teens walked over to Geto to collect the money, Utahime had pulled on the door and was the first to enter, followed by Shoko, Mei Mei, Wendy, and Y/n. "Are you bribing children, Geto?"

He didn't miss the smirk in Mei Mei's voice as she walked past him. Geto rolled his eyes "That's your specialty, remember?"

"Jesus guys, we just got here. Save it for later." Wendy pleaded, thumping the back of Geto's head as she passed him and went to the kids to say hi.

"Want us to bring you back anything?" Nobara asked Geto, the rest of them heading outside to go eat.

Geto shook his head and joined his friends in waving the teens goodbye. Locking up the shop, him and Sukuna made sure everything was secure downstairs before heading up behind the girls. The fighter sent Geto a cocky smile as he pushed open the door to their place.

"What, bro?" He was annoyed before he even heard what Sukuna had to say.

"Y/n?" Sukuna asked hopefully.

Geto waved him off, a sinking feeling in his gut as he said the words he hated to say. "Nah man. Just friends."

Sukuna snorted and laughed. "Doubt it." Was what he said whilst entering their shared space.

Me too, Sukuna. Me too.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. damn. . . not me taking decades to write this.

30 Love

precis. katsukis’ old, he’s had his heart broken a plethora of times and is ready to give up. That’s until a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer herself prances into his life through a shitty dating app.

pairing. bakugou kastuki x female reader

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem!sub!reader, degrading nickname (whore), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, face sitting.

+ navigation | inspiration: shitty dating apps

You were nervous about seeing him again.

Only meeting Katsuki a few weeks prior after discovering each other on a ‘wealthy singles’ dating app and chatting. You’d been seeing each other about every other weekend since. Now, you were meeting him again, but this time would be even more special… you smiled, reminiscing over the soft tone he’d use for you whilst on the phone and the beautiful letters he wrote.

Not to mention the sinful pictures he had attached to quite a few.

Bakugou Katsuki was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made you feel free within yourself. you had always been reserved, but there was nothing more you desired than to be wild with the right person to help set you free. What drew you to him were not the pictures of his body, but his hidden sensitivity. As you laid on your patio, bathing in the moonlight; fragments from a drunken memory slipped back into you mind. Well enough we’re you able to remember a conversation where the self proclaimed brute confessed his hurt about his last relationship, when his girlfriend left him for an older man.

That was the moment you realized he was indeed a brute, uncensored, and nothing short of boorish. But he was also tenderhearted, considerate, and fragile. He could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. It didn’t take long for you to not only realize in your mind but your heart as well, that you wanted nothing more than to be with a man like Katsuki.

So here you are, about to meet him for only the fourth time, and thinking that you knew him better than your ex-husband you were married to for 8 years.

You drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. You pulled into the park gate and saw the tennis courts he described. Your hands were clammy, leaving a moist fog on the black steering wheel as you pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. You smiled despite the nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a light blue loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his vermillion eyes, which disappointed you. Distinctly remembering how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deeply vermillion.

You parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As you approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made your tense shoulders drop, finally at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt, the simple gesture made your heart leap as he gazed upon you, almost like he put a spell over you. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and grabbed your chin with the other, pulling your head up to meet his lips. He kissed you passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance and it was only right to let him take it. Bakugou reached down and cupped your bottom in his large, rough hand. Normally he wasn’t such a pervert, but your ass’d been on his mind since the day he swiped right…

"Are you ready to play?" He taunted, knowing full well he was better than you at the sport.

"Won’t you take it easy on me, Kat-us-ki?" You purred his name, hoping to break him down.

"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the U-17 world cup." He replied with a snicker.

It had been a while since you had played so your game was rusty, but nonetheless enjoyable. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the killer smiles you were rewarded with every hit to the ball, he made you feel like you were in high school again. Suddenly, while you were reaching to hit a ball, you felt your ankle give way. You went down hard and instantaneously grabbed your ankle, unsure of the damage. You had sprained ankles before and knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. You felt a hand on her shoulder as Bakugou knelt down beside you.

"Shit, are you alright? Can you walk?" He asked, holding your calf.

"I dunno… it hurts," she bit your lip, resulting in slurred speech. Though you knew you could walk off the court if you had to, it was tempting to see how he would react to the situation so you played helpless. His reaction was not at all what you expected, much to your delight.

You felt yourself being lifted into his strong arms, concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried you off of the court, you laid your head on his shoulder. The smell of his bourbon cologne surrounded your head and clogged your nose, and though strong cologne usually angers you, you couldn’t help but to relax into his arms. Also taking into notice how close his hand was to your breast. Your nipples became erect at the thought of Bakugou touching them. You found yourself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted you, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as he neared an empty space of the park. He gently set you down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.

"I'll be right back," you have a simple nod and pushed your hands down to readjust your ass on the ground.

Bakugou walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid you and set it down beside your hip, then went back to his vehicle to search for something else. You saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards you.

"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” He said with an apologetic expression, but it was much to your delight.

Bakugou lifted his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as you concentrated on his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Bakugou worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position you to be more comfortable. Your face was right in his chest. you instantly felt turned on as your pussy began to slick. It wasn’t your fault, he was sexy n’ rugged and you could see power in all his movements. As you sat watching him, looking him over, you felt completely safe with a man like Bakugou.

A rush of extreme cold against your sprained ankle brought you back to reality. He moved it around your ankle slowly, gently. You sighed as he cared for the injury and laid back and your elbows, still observing him. His concern was overwhelming and you felt a burning inside of you. Sure enough, it was your pussy now leaking through your undies. Slowly, you moved the uninjured leg apart, allowing your skirt to scrunch and open a view to your crotch. You knew if he looked up he would see your tiny thong. You felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.

“I’m gonna be okay, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, s’ nothing major." he stated, but his words were cut short as he went to look at you. You knew he had seen them but was trying to ignore it. "You’re gonna be okay." he replied, a dark red blush freckled over his face. "It feels much better," you smiled, staring directly into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Well it's a little swollen," he gulped.

"Uh, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Love" you admitted.

You looked down at your skirt and pulled them all the way up, then going back to slide your thong to the side, exposing your beautiful, freshly waxed pussy to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Bakugou reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone was watching. Sitting between your legs, he began to run the ice across your calf. Then higher he moved the cube, the colder you got, and the wetter your cunt grew. You could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down your leg, but could also feel your own wetness dripping, and a knot forming within you.

"I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." You hissed, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever, m’ so comfortable with you, Katsuki… Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. Want you, want you to make love to me."

This said, Bakugou moved the ice higher just to your swollen lips. you gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. Your lips met his in a deep kiss— It was a soft, slower kiss. You could feel his hardness against your leg as he lay on top of you while your tongues danced. Then he pulled back slowly, gently biting your bottom lip.

"I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," you teased.

"Good idea. Can ya’ drive?"

"Yes, just help me to my car."

You followed him to his house, heart beating in your ears. You hadn't been this excited in a long time, yet you felt something inside that made you warm all over. He pulled into the driveway and you parked beside him. Bakugou approached as you opened the car door.

"You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing you the key.

You took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under your legs and his right around your torso. His hand rested, again, just beneath your breast. As he lifted you, you could feel the cold of his watch over the top of his hand and your nipples instantly became erect once again. They popped through your thin white tank top. You could feel yourself tingling between the legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. You wanted to feel his compassion and concern along with his enormous cock. you pushed your lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting your tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle. Bakugou closed it back with his foot. You glanced around at his home. This was your first time at his. The house was very nice and clean, which made you giggle. You’d never been with a man that kept things in such good order. Katsuki carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the sun's penetration through the cracks in the drawn shades. He laid you on the bed softly and you pulled him in by his shoulders, kissing him. You pulled his wet shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, you pulled your own top off, leaving only your sports bra. You slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood in front of you and began to unbutton his shorts.

Your heart was racing and hands were shaky, but you patted his hands away to unfasten the button yourself, slowly unzipping them. You could see his hardness standing straight up; his huge penis was just coming over the top of his briefs, and it was still getting harder. Slipping your fingers inside, you pulled down his briefs and Bakugous’ large cock flopped down from its weight. His 7-inch dick was perfect, you thought to yourself. As he stepped out of his shorts, you couldn't help but wrap your hand around the base and pull it to your mouth. You found yourself loving the sensation of fondling his penis and loved even more sucking it. It was warm and hard, throbbing in your mouth. You felt your panties being slid down your body and the skimpy soaked thong followed.

“Let up.” and you did, dragging his duck out of your mouth and looking up at him for further instruction. But they never came, instead, he pushed you down onto the king sized bed and his tongue and lips kissed your belly and legs. When he laid down, you flipped positions so that your pussy was directly over his face. His fingers tickled the inside of you smooth shapely legs and you spread them further. You opened your lips over the head of his monster, taking him as deep as you could, tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside of you. You felt the wetness on his tongue as he slid it between your lips. His two fingers replaced his tongue and began to gently massage your g-spot. With his free hand, he spread your pussy lips and pulled back. Then, you finally felt his wet tongue circle your nub. You were in heaven.

The pleasure was so intense you stopped sucking him and rested your head on his muscular thigh. You had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Your toes curled as he sucked gently on your clit and his fingers rubbed inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure you clit was soaked. You tried to fight the orgasm, wanting to prolong his heavenly touch. But as he sucked on your clit, you felt yourself explode. Digging your nails into his calf, you sat up and pushed your cunt deeper into his face, rolling and bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed you. He continued to jugg his fingers inside, then, slowly pulling them out.

You turned around and dug your hands into his shoulders to keep him seated, if your mind wasn’t so clouded you wouldn’t be thinking he couldn’t move under your grip. He allowed you to be in charge, and careful of your ankle, moved you directly between his legs. You hungrily took his extreme boner again into your mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as you moved her mouth over him. You needed to please him as much as he had pleased you. You moaned over his organ and made sure it was nice and wet with saliva before using your hand. It was slick and slid effortlessly up and down. Bakugou groaned deeply, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“Feels great, babe.” Bakugou whispered, encouraging you on.

You put his engorged round head back into your mouth and let him thrust into your mouth. It felt naughty yet so good to have him sliding his stiff dick in and out of your mouth, however he wants. You always heard from men that women should act like whores in bed and you wanted to be his whore. You pressed hard on his gonads and could feel his orgasm building as he continued fucking your mouth.

You looked up longingly into Bakugous’ eyes and cooed, "Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you and swallow it all."

Bakugou nodded in agreement and whispered, “Gonna give you what you want, gonna, fuck…”.

He smiled as you attacked his thick rod with your mouth and hands again, moving your head quickly up and down his long shaft. you slurped around his dick and added your own saliva as your mouth watered. You pulled him straight up and began licking the shaft with your slippery tongue. Left hand grasping the base of his cock and squeezing it tight, restricting the blood from returning to the rest of his body. The veins of bakugou’s hard-on bulged as his cock became evermore engorged with blood. His cock’s large purple head turned 3 shades darker as it became rock hard. You skillfully and gently licked the sensitive underside of his cock’s head, still clutching his prick in your left. Katsukis’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as you attempted to swallow his now huge, stiff head.

His breathing quickened and he let out a low moan. With your right hand, you grasped a fist full of bakugou’s balls and gently tugged them down as you squeezed. You could feel his cock pulse in her mouth and jerk as his huge phallus began its orgasm. His hot spunk shot to the back of your throat as his cock pumped it’s cream from his balls. You began kneading bakugou’s jewels, making sure to get every drop. He shot more cum into your waiting mouth. You collected as much as you could hold along with his cock in her mouth and swirled it around with your tongue coating the shaft of his stiff penis. You fought to get every drop, all the while, holding it in your mouth. His tool spasmed a few more times then fell to rest.

Bakugou groaned a sigh of extreme pleasure. You moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. Not to be denied, you continued yanking on Bakugous’ cock to squeeze out every last drop held in its shaft. Several drops oozed out of the tip of his head and you slurped them up. your mouth, now filled with his warm cum shot, felt very slick over his dick. You bathed his shaft with his own cumshot and exposed your work to the blond as he looked up. Stringy lengths of cum attached themselves from his cock and your mouth. You both laughed. You finished the fabulous blow job by slowly licking clean every last inch of him as it slowly fell limp on his stomach.

"Gonna take a minute for me to fill back up,want a massage?" he stretched.

He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing you on your stomach, he adjusted the pillows for your head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. You heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on your back they were slick and you could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over your back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down your body and began to massage your calves, careful of the hurt ankle. He then moved his way up your legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite you. You spread your legs slightly, knowing he could see the wetness.

"Y/n, I want to tell you something. I don’t know how I really feel about you, not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before... I don't want to scare you off but I know I need to be honest. I fucking adore you. They way you laugh, smile, god fuck— the way you look at me like I’m some king.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you heard his tone. His words sound genuine, but he’s pained to continue. You had never heard such honesty and realized that you probably never would. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and she turned to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Katsuki. I love what you said. I only wish I had the guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. Your eyes welling with tears as you cherished the moment. When you regained your composure, you whispered softly in his ear with a slight sniffle.

"What happened to my massage, baby?”

Bakugous’ hands went back to Your legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to your pussy and stopped. You wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside of you. You smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage your ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. You heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When you finally felt his hand, it was directly on your pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing your with it. Your pussy felt so slick as his fingers glided over your clit, causing your body to shake. He rubbed for a few minutes, teasing your entrance, then moving to hover on top of you.

You could feel his large hard on between your ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub your shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between your cheeks. You noticed that he was slick and that he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock.

As his stiff dick began sliding between your cheeks, you tried to arch her hips to get his head into your pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Bakugou continued to cruelly tease you as he massaged your shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck and shifting his hips. He was now at your opening, once more you tried to push back on him but it became apparent that you did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward. The enormous head of his cock piercing your dripping pussy.

You let out a sigh as tour vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Bakugou grabbed your hips and slowly pushed in the length of his shaft. Your pussy felt so tight despite how slick it was. He kept inserting himself until his hard on was completely inside. You were so full, feeling him press against your cervix— his thickness was painful, but so fucking good. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. Your hole was so slick and hot that he had to move slowly, in fear that he would fill your pussy to early. Knowing he wasn’t gonna last any longer with the way your ho pussy clenched around him, he bit your neck softly and sent you over the edge, your cunt grasping his large organ even tighter as you came.

"Fuck me, baby. All yours." You moaned, pulling your knees up and arching your back to take his cock better..

He was still inside and began to build up a rhythm. You could feel his balls slapping your clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling you up to him by your nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust his thick shaft into your cunt. You felt yourself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside of your soaked snatch.

With reluctance, he pulled out. He wanted to be looking into you's eyes when he came. Pumped with adrenaline, he tossed you over with brute strength and moved between your legs. He shoved his cock back inside you once more and got down to your level. He began to kiss your lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. You felt so close to him, the sweaty heat between your bodies made it feel like you were melting into him, and as you, him. You moved your hips in rhythm with his and could feel his tension building again.

"Need you to cum inside of me. Make me yours." you sighed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

"Gonna cum inside…" he huffed out.

"Look into my eyes." you whined, pulling his chin to make him face you.

—and just as you thought, his eyes were glossed over with lust. You held eye contact with him anyhow and didn’t let him move. The emotion you were both feeling was overwhelming. As Bakugous’ orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes.

"No! look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." you whispered

Katsukis’ eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could no longer hold back. You could feel his dick swell even larger inside of you. Your pussy, stretched wide around his enormous penis, clamped down hard. His cock again erupted as you felt it spasm and pump another load of hot sperm up from his balls. It was more than you could handle as you came with him. Your orgasm sent you groaning as he smiled while spearing your pussy. The room was filled with moans of passion. As you finished, you laid back comfortably on the bed and he rested on top of you, his massive tool still inside.

Every once in a while, you felt his cock produce a slight spasm. You turned her head and kissed him. Bakugou slowly pulled his still erect cock out of your swollen, dripping pussy with a noticeable slurp. You both laughed at the strange sound.

You were both spent, but he still managed to pull out some strength and flip your body to the side, pulling your back to him and becoming the big spoon. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of the next time you'd be under him, hopefully, after the nap was over.

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ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader ଘ genre: smut, husband!toji, housewife!reader, canon divergence (toji lives)  ଘ word count: est. 3.4k ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, toji is jealous of inanimate objects, punishment, female masturbation, fingering, usage of sex toys, teasing, degradation, mild spit kink, edging, pussy slapping (briefly), edging, homemade spicy videos, unhealthy relationships, elements of dom!toji, sub!reader, lots of cussing (as usual), not really proofread so expect spelling mistakes here and there

ଘ synopsis: if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them.  ଘ request:  anonymous asked: HI LOLLYYY! if your asks/reqs are open (and if ure not busy) can i ask for some husband!toji smuttt 😩 so I’m thinking like he caught y/n playing with themselves because he was often away and was so needy SO toji ‘punished’ y/n by either overstimulation or edging OR both 😼🤲 with a hint of teasing and a bit mean toji >:(

ଘ notes:  this is apart of my fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc and set in the same verse as rapport (read it here), but you don’t need to read that fic to read this one!!! sorry for literally edging you in this LMAOOO, but i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy MUAH <3333 reblogs and comments are much loooved!!

your husband rarely comes home at all, that’s why you do it. why you break, according to him, his most important rule. it’s an unfair one anyway, you think. wicked and terrible and cruel thing to implement in a neglected wife’s brain, especially when the husband’s bouts of absences can stretch weeks into long months without contact, leaving you to follow his “rules” at home because you’re obedient— pleased to see him pleased. after all, it’s your fault he even had to enforce that shit. 

but toji’s recent change of heart, being softer on you, sweeter to you, has you spoiled. stubborn and frustrated when you’re aching, when your needs aren’t met. 

you blame it on a text message. 

safe and sound in the bedroom in your apartment, you’re curled up on toji’s side of the bed with your feet in soft, cozy thigh-high socks. his pillow tucked comfortably under your chin as you tap buttons on the screen of your phone, eyes glued to the otome you’re playing. the handsome love interest is stammering out a proposal to your character, on one knee and everything. the scene is too sugary, full of love and devotion, while your own had been much different. but you click ‘yes’ anyway, the scene switching to a colorful cg of the couple sharing a passionate kiss; you grumble about having to spend 120 diamonds on the choice when your phone cheerfully announces a notification, the little bubble dropping down. 

big worm zaddy ♡ now text message  unlock for more

the contact name annoys toji so much, but it’s a relic from the early days of your dating and makes you giggle every time you read it so there’s no convincing you to change it. making sure your game is saved, you tap the notification hurriedly to open the chat with your real husband, wondering what he sent. 

                                       big worm zaddy ♡ ▸            won’t be home 2nite doll got a good feelin bout this race

of course, of course. when you’re used to not seeing him for months, a night away is a quick trip around the clock. a miniscule amount of time, really, but that doesn’t stop the sinking pit of disappointment that settles heavy in your heart, a sickening pain that you have to press your hand against and rub the spot to soothe it away. it’s different when he’s cities away from you on a contract— somehow, you miss him even more knowing that he’s in the same city and would rather prowl the back streets of tokyo or bet down big like a high roller at a horse race, than be home with you. blame it on the otome for making you crave the touch of your own lover.

you respond immediately with okay, good luck on not losing this time <3 and you’re about to exit out of the thread, return to your little visual novel fantasy, when the black thumbnail of an attachment sent by your husband months ago catches the corner of your curious gaze. 

sliding the volume to low, you know exactly what the attachment is. 

you press play.

“bet you think you’re real fuckin’ cute, huh?” 

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