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He's obsessed with your voice. He loves the way you whimper and struggle to get the words out. He loves to ask you what you want and refuses to do anything until you beg for him.

He's buried deep inside of you, barely holding himself up over you, panting heavily. He looks down at the pretty faces you're making and he thinks the only thing that would make it better is the sound of your voice.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he breathes in your ear, dropping his head down to your neck. You can feel his chain, cold on your warm skin, and it makes you whine and arch up into him. "I asked you something, sweetheart" he hums leaning back down to press kiss over your chest.

"Please" is all you're able to stutter out at first and it makes him smile into your skin as he lifts his head to condescendingly shake it at you.

"How am I supposed to know what to do if you won't tell me?" there's a pout on his face, you know he's mocking you but you still lean up to kiss him. He indulges you for a few seconds before pulling away and raising his eyebrow at you and that's when you realise he's serious; he really won't move until you tell him exactly what you want.

"please fuck me" you whine, you know it won't be enough for him but you hope it is because if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds you feel you might combust.

"That's a good start, sweetheart, but it's not quite enough" he chuckles at your responding whine and buries his head into you neck because he's struggling to hide the fact that not moving is affecting him too. "how do you want me to fuck you. tell me how you want it"

"please, just fuck me. fuck me hard. fuck me so hard you break the bed, bite me, spank me, I don't care just please fuck me" He lets out an elated laugh, this is exactly what he wants to hear. He leans in to kiss you and ends up muffling the sob you let out when he finally starts moving. it's intense and it makes you dizzy, you're beyond coherent words at this point. You can't even think straight. He feels so good inside you that you almost go delirious. You instinctively grab at his skin, raking your nails over his shoulder blades and he bites down on the closest patch of skin available to him in response. He loves being able to get you like this, he loves listen to you break like this. You and the pretty noises you make are all his to enjoy.

haikyuu: atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, keishin ukai, kei tsukishima

can you plssss do a jealous angsty smut with MMA!Toji? i love me some angst 😣😣😣

✵ UNWARRANTED LUST ✵

mma!toji hates how his relationship needs to be a secret, he hates it more when he can’t say anything when someone’s flirting with his girlfriend

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x reader ✵

✵ tags — angsttt + age gap + jealous toji + crying + overstimulat*on + subspace + squ*rting + blo*d (in mma fight)+ spit k*nk + makeup s3x + sum soft toji + dacryphilia + pet names + pnssy slapping + nsfw + sfw +

✵ notes — I’ve gotten soo many requests for an angst with mma!toji, yall rlly like the pain💀 some were super specific and idk if I’ll have time to do each one, so I chose the most vague request and will try and combine the ones that were sent it — so again thxs to everyone that has been reading mma!toji and expressing their likes!

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a quick fyi — most mma fighters only fight like 2-3 times a year but for the purposes of this mma au, I’m disregarding this…:p

toji was your first serious relationship. though you’ve been dating for about two months now. you felt such adoration for him. he taught you so many new things. he was also the man to take your virginity away. him being older than you also had benefits. specifically his understanding nature and the way he spoils you, maybe a little too much. but then there’s his own problems…

the cold drink dribbled down his chin, slipping to his chest as he continued to chug the water. the constant sound of laughter and the beating music of the gym was making his blood pressure rise. his eyes flickering over to the source of the angelic voice. seeing the squint of her adorable eyes as she laughed, her cheeks a dusty pink. but the scene was soured by the man that was drooling over her.

“toji?” getou’s voice brought toji back to his training match in the ring. getou bouncing on his feet as he waited for toji to return.

“mm,” toji grunts, setting his water down as he fixed his hand wrappings, as he stood up. toji’s new couch, sukuna, was instructing him, however, his words were going in one ear and out the other.

“you didn’t know that now did you?” the gruff voice of a fellow fighter echoed through the gym. did it bother toji that he couldn’t outwardly shout and tell them to leave his girlfriend alone? at the moment she was just here to do her job and get photos of him for the paper. she was covering his next fight in the paper, and it was not public knowledge that they were together.

“what’s the problem with telling people?” toji mumbled, as he kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her neck as he gently rocked his morning wood between her legs.

“i…uh…wait toji,” toji found it so fucking adorable, how you still got so flustered whenever he’d get all sexually excited for you. her hand on his bare chest as she tried to calm her burning cheeks.

“yes?” toji pressed his clothed boner firmly against her exposed slit. her breath hitched, fingers digging into the flesh of chest. she took a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts—her mind always getting scrambled when he touched her like that.

“i have to cover this fight so I can have this story published, and it’ll be in the sports journal this time, which would be amazing for my resume/portfolio, especially since it’s before I’m graduating,” you explain, “but if it gets out that we’re together now, then they’ll probably pull out my story or make a joke out of it.” you say very clearly for the man so he can understand. his head tilting as he looks down at you. your cheeks flush under his gaze.

“but you’re gonna be in the gym,” toji says, his knuckles gently caressing the tops of your breasts that are exposed in his huge tshirt that’s slid down your shoulder, a worried smile lifting on his lips when he sees the way your nipples already perk up through the material. it was too easy.

“i don’t like most of the guys there.” toji deadpans, his eyes lifting up to your flushed face. “they’re gonna be all over you.” you react so obviously to his touch, gaze, smell, you were his. he knew you only wanted him…but you were just so oblivious sometimes. you’re so unaware of all the looks and ways people speak about you. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or curse that you only ever entertain him.

“i’m only coming to do my job, besides, it’s not like I’m gonna interview you, ‘m just gonna grab some pictures of you training beforehand, and I’ll talk to sukuna-san about how he’s training you—“

“sukuna-san?” toji had a slight edge to his voice. your eyes squinting at him.

“seriously?” toji sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“i hate journalists,” he grumbles into your skin. you let out a sigh, only to yelp as you feel his rocking start again. “w-wait—“ toji cuts you off with his lips, tongue already between yours as he grunts into your lips as he pulls his leaking dick out.

“no waiting, gonna fill you up,” his words sent your brain overheating.

“don’t say things like th—ah!” his tip entering had your nails digging into his shoulder, your head falling back as he stretched you. “ ‘s big—ah wait wa-ah,” Toji’s tongue licked your lips, as your hips tried to wiggle away from him.

“cmon puppy, open,” his tongue hanging out waiting for you to copy, eyes obediently meeting his as your lips parted, tongue peaking out. he ran his tongue against yours. humming in approval as he felt your gummy walls clench around his tip, trying to suck him in.

“who’s all needy now,” he smiles against your lips as you moan, feeling him enter you. his salvia running down your tongue as you flushed with arousal, his hand pushing the material of your shirt up, exposing your tits as his fingers tweaked at your nipples. “slutty pup,” he whispered, as he licked your ear, your legs instinctively moving higher up his waist as he went deeper.

“faster—please,” you pant, just wanting him to enter you fully, toji laughed in your ear as he rubbed your thigh, his hand moving further down your leg, before he lifted it higher and drove his cock deep into your pussy, your back arching at the surprise as you screamed out. toji smiled as he pulled out and snapped his hips back in, picking up the pace.

that was yesterday. the conversation echoed in his mind the moment you arrived today. sukuna had already spoken to you, and now you were supposed to be getting photos of him. but instead this prick was all over you.

“oi quit with fucking talking!” toji’s shout sent the entire gym halting. your eyes startled wide as you looked over at toji, glaring in your direction, his eyes bleeding into the man’s mind.

“just asking the journalist here some questions, no harm man!” miyori tried to brush off. getou took a step towards toji, there was only a small number of people that knew about the relationship. getou, gojo, his manager, and sukuna.

“if I hear your voice one more time,” toji’s blood was boiling.

“your scaring the journalist, we’re just talking—“

“i’m fine,” you quickly interject, trying to diffuse the situation. “i think I have all the photos I need. ill make my way out now. thank you toji-san, sukuna-san—“

“no you’re not,” miyori cuts you off. you look up at him as he stands a bit too close. toji raises a brow at miyori. “you can stay longer. toji’s always triggered by journalists.”

“uh,” what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?

“besides, I like having you here,” miyori said, catching you slightly off guard. toji cursed to himself, this is why you’re so shit with cutting people off. you could not take compliments for shit. you always got flustered or awkward, and if it was a stranger, like this guy, they’ll definitely get the wrong idea. and you always assume it’s about your job.

“oh um, thanks,” you awkwardly reply, as miyori smiles at you.

“toji it’s fine, cmon,” getou put a hand on toji’s chest. first, getou was slightly nervous to continue fighting a raging toji. second, toji usually tended to lash out on everyone when he was pissed off. third, gym toji was a different level of rage.

“y/n-san,” toji was practically seething, your eyes looking over at the man. your brows furrowed, he needed to calm down. “leave.”

“toji ‘s not a big deal,” the moment miyori’s hand touched your lower back, toji could not compose himself.

“i’m done, anyways, i’ll go,” you knew how upset toji was getting, and besides you were done for the day.

“it’s okay, toji is just—“

“i said it’s fine, you don’t have to stand up for me,” you snap miyori, trying your best not to let him get the wrong idea. he really was just being nice and asking you questions. but now, it was just awkward how he thought he needed to talk for you.

“i’m just helping you out, sweetie,” ew…

“leave her alone. she’s leaving now, so drop it,” toji took in a breath, trying desperately to compose himself, as getou stood in his way with a hand to his chest. the last thing toji wanted to do was expose your relationship and ruin your job, that you so desperately loved.

“i’m leaving,” you quickly grab your things and make a swift exit. the man doesn’t have a chance to stop you, since he was having a stare down with toji.

toji drops his bag by the door, eyes landing on your back, seated at the kitchen counter typing. the events of the day had his blood a bit too hot as he moved over to you.

“you’re not coming friday,” toji mumbles in your ear, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat.

“fuck—toji, don’t do that,” you take your headphones off. looking over your shoulder at his annoyed expression. “what’s up?”

“you’re not coming friday,” toji repeats, your brow raised as you turned in your seat, his arms were caged around your body. holding the counter behind you.

“the match?” you look at him, he doesn’t answer. “the one in six days? this friday?” he’s quiet. “funny.”

“i don’t want you there,” he says, you rub your eye as you glare at him with the free one

“okay?” you reply sarcastically. “i have a job, I told you.”

“i don’t care,” his words were cold, clearly not joking.

yours brows furrowed. your hand coming up to his chest to push him back, needing some space, especially with how he’s acting. toji stepped back as he looked at you.

“why’re you acting like this?” your eyes try to read him, it’s always been a little difficult especially when he‘s not the type to really expresses himself.

“like what?” he shoots back, your face clearly showing how uninterested you are in his attitude. toji could read you easily.

“like an asshole?” you huff, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. you moved around the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “this is the first time i’m seeing you fight since we’ve started dating.”

“we’re not dating,” you looked over your shoulder at toji leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed in his tight black shirt. “we’re not dating in public. that’s what you said.” your eye twitches. “so you’re not coming.” is he really upset about today?

“fine we’re not dating, but I still have a job,” you huff back, drinking the water.

“I don’t care,” toji shrugs. “fuck the job, and fuck the journalism shit.”

“stop it,” your eyes stare back at his cold ones. “if it’s about today—“

“great you catch on, it is about today. exactly why you’re not coming to the match, because all the guys and miyori will be there,” toji breaks, his voice rising, as his bicep flexes a bit in aggression remembering everything that happened today.

“i left after I finished taking the photos, miyori-san was annoying, and I left—“

“no, you left when I told you too, miyori was practically fucking you with his eyes and you took it,” toji laughed, your chest was squeezing and your blood was rising in annoyance.

“i did not. and I left after you told me because you looked like you were going to go ape shit on him. but I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have everything I needed,” you shot back, as toji looked at you.

“sweetheart, please,” toji squeezed his eyes shut, the sharpness in his voice sent shivers down your spine. “you can’t turn guys down—you just can’t—“

“I did!” you shot back.

“no you didn’t! you were fucking laughing and accepting all the shit that was pouring out of his mouth!” toji was now pissed.

“I was being nice, is that a sin?”

“it is! it is when you’re not clear—you don’t know anything about fucking boundaries. and I can’t even say shit because of your shitty journalist shit—“

“it’s not shit.”

“it is—ah fuck i fucking hate journalists! all the fucking same shit — fuck!” toji was shouting. his words felt like cuts itching into your chest. your eyes filling up with tears.

“asshole,” you mumble. toji rubs his face, hands behind his head as he looks at you. his blood was pumping in his ears as he watched you, move past him.

“I can’t help you if some guy’s hitting on you,” toji looks over his shoulder to see you packing your things in your bag. “hey, y/n—“

“i don’t need you to help me,” you snap, eyes filled with tears as you look up at him. “asshole asshole asshole…” you chant very childishly to yourself as you suck your breath as you quickly pack your bag and grab it moving towards the bedroom.

“are serious? baby,” toji watches you grab your phone from the charger and pushing past him. “y/n!” toji grabs your arm, you look back at him, a deep glare staring back at him, your lashes coated with tears as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to resist the urge to let that tear slip. “you’re not gonna come friday, alright?”

“ass…” you yank your arm from his grip. “hole.” you storm and grab your jacket.

“y/n! fucking listen, you don’t get it—“

“i don’t get it?” you aggressively put on your jacket. “I don’t get it?? me?” you snort. “who’s the one getting all pissed and being a fucking asshole!! because he’s fucking jealous!” the scream pierced the air like a knife as tears fell down your face.

toji’s jaw clenched. as you grabbed your bag and shoved your boots on.

“y/n it’s late, cmon, i don’t want you to leave,” toji stood in his spot as he watched your disheveled self. tears leaking uncontrollably, still wearing your pajamas.

“sweetheart,” you stood in front of the door, looking up. toji was quiet.

“what?” you waited, the tears pausing for a moment. still fresh on your cheeks as your lip quivered. toji couldn’t bring himself to say it. he’s dealt with fights in past relationships, he’s had things thrown at him. but unlike all the rest of them, he actually cared this time. what made it worse was he knew he was in the wrong, he was being selfish, so fucking selfish, and a fucking asshole. could he fix it? did he want too? or would he rather keep you to himself?

your eyes felt foggy as it filled with tears, your fist clenching as you stood waiting. say something. please. toji-san. the older mans comforting warmth wasn’t there.

“i want to see you…” toji finally spoke, your lip trembled. “but not on friday…don’t come to the match, sweetheart.”

the door slammed behind you, echoing in the large penthouse.

“fuck me,” toji rubbed his face.

you returned back to your apartment. spending the rest of the night crying. asshole asshole asshole! the chant was on repeat in your head. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all! you’re going to the match. you have too, your job and future depends on the story. but…but is it worth risking your relationship?

“asshole,” you choked on a sob as you buried your face in your pillow letting it soak up your quiet tears, curling up into a ball.

toji couldn’t sleep either. his eyes staring up at the ceiling, arm under his head, as the image of your quivering lip and teary face stared back at him. he’s supposed to be a fucking adult, but he still gets jealous over such a frivolous matter. was he doubting your ability to stand up for yourself. did he have a right to judge you for being polite to others? is he just too cold to understand?

the thoughts plagued his mind all night.

“toji, keep it together! there you go!” sukuna clapped, as toji kicked his opponent back, quickly moving in to knock him off balance. gojo called for the end of the match with toji as the victor. sukuna climbing into the ring, patting toji.

“fucking great! this week you’ve been working hard!tomorrow just do a morning run, don’t go too crazy, need you fresh friday!” sukuna undid toji’s gloves as toji hummed.

“toji here’s y/n’s ticket, if she’s going in with the other journalists just rip it up,” gojo was holding the ticket out for toji, who looked up at gojo. “so journalists?” gojo raised a brow, retracting the ticket.

“dunno,” toji huffed back, exiting the ring moving past gojo. getou swiftly moved out of the way, slipping next to gojo.

“this bout yesterday?” gojo asked, the man really had no fear. getou was silent as he quietly watched, resting his chin on gojo’s shoulder, arms around his waist. “you guys fight?”

“told her not to come,” toji wiped his sweaty body with a towel, sukuna leaning on the railing of the ring as he listened as well.

“why?” gojo questioned. yesterday was building up to something, but after you left, getou and the rest assumed toji had calmed down.

“you think the guys will hit on her?” getou answered tojis concerns easily.

“they will, and she can’t even say anything back,” toji pinched his nose, trying to calm the growing headache from yesterdays fight.

“well it’s not like she’s gonna cheat on you,” sukuna chimed in. “she is pretty young, but she has some serious balls. it’s cute that she gets awkward around compliments, but whenever she talks she’s professional which is hilarious,” sukuna says as gojo and getou agree.

“she’s doing her job,” toji scoffs. “so fuckin annoying. fuckin publicity, and press shit,” toji rubbed his temple.

“stop freaking out,” gojo snapped at him, toji shot him a glare. “you should act more your age, old man.”

“fuck off,” toji was annoyed, it’s been almost a week since he’s seen you. you haven’t returned or answered any of his texts or calls. he wanted to know how you were doing, how are you feeling. didn’t you have an exam yesterday, he wanted to know how it went. but instead he was alone every night, with only your scent on his bed and around the penthouse.

“i agree,” sukuna raised an arm as toji tsked. “grow some balls. it’s just cuz you fuck her and think the way she acts around you is the way she acts around everyone else,” sukuna easily explains.

toji is quiet. he just assumed you’re like that with everyone, but it was just the dumbass anger issues. toji left without another word, as the three men watched in amusement.

the knock echoed in the apartment. toji impatiently knocking, until the door finally opened. glaring back at him with an annoyed expression was your roommate, soi.

“she’s not here,” she answers before he could speak.

“where?”

“not here,” she stares back.

“when will she be back—“

“dunno, so you should leave. she doesn’t wanna see you,” she states, he looks over her shoulder at your room door. it was indeed open, and you did not seem to be in there.

“great,” he was annoyed, very much so. he knew you were here, you’re keys and phone clearly on the small kitchen counter, but he knew he couldn’t barge in. you’d get more pissed. should he tell you to come to the match? or would you be annoyed and think he’s telling you what to do?

“tell her I won’t be mad whatever she chooses to do,” he told soi, as she stared at him with dead eyes.

“not telling her that,” she replies, toji sucks in a breath.

“thanks,” toji forces a smile.

“you’re not welcome,” the door slams in his face. soi stares at the closed door, before letting out a shaky breath. nerves filling her body.

“y/n/n he’s fucking huge, that was so scary!” she shakes her body as she turns back to you who is now popping out from behind the small kitchen counter, hand over your mouth.

“shhh he could still be outside,” you shush her as she freezes, eyes wide.

“is he gonna beat me up?” she whispers through her hand. you both stare at each other, dead silent, hands over your mouths. hearts beating in your ears.

toji did in fact hear the entire thing. glad that you at least heard his message, turning he made his way out. you sneaked quietly to the pep hole, looking through.

“he’s gone,” you sigh. as soi releases as shaky breath.

“my legs were shaking the entire time,” soi laughs, you were thankful she was there to answer the door. however, your blood only seemed to boil.

“asshole,” you mumble, soi quiets as she looks at you. “fucking—I was gonna go anyways, it’s my job,” you seethe, clicking your tongue in annoyance.

“mhm mhm, shove it in his face that it was your choice,” soi hypes you, but then going quiet. “but like don’t make him mad…that’s scary.”

the confidence and nerves was building up all day. your stomach turning as you walked into the stadium. getting through with your journalist pass your job provided for you. i won’t be mad. i won’t be mad. his words were printed into your mind. doesn’t fucking matter—selfish bastard—you were mad. he criticized your job and you. asshole.

you sat in your seat as the fighters came up. your eyes brighten when toji came jumping onto the stage, the entire audience cheered loudly, incredible fans screaming. toji was unbothered by all the noise, instead looking around…

your eyes met his, the brief exchange sent a flush rising up your cheeks, stupid, quickly remembering and looking away. toji’s eyes stayed on you, until sukuna came over and spoke to him.

“y/n-san,” your eyes looked up as you saw miyori coming up to you.

“miyori-san,” you replied curtly.

“oh this is shinji,” he introduced the other man beside him, who you briefly met last week. you nodded at the two, looking away as the match began. toji obviously noticed the two men sitting next to you. inhaling sharply, as they leaned close, talking in your ear over all the noise.

toji was growing more and more frustrated. you stood clicking your camera, only for the two men to come follow you. your heart was beating fast watching the fight. toji was taking too many hits. cmon! he’s being working so hard. as much as he acted indifferently, toji really did enjoy the sport. and you loved watching him fight.

“and I was saying—“

“dude, i have a job. could you please lay off?” you snap at miyori. his brows furrowed.

“I’m just talking,” he laughed, wondering what’s going on.

“no you’re flirting,”

“and that’s a problem?” he raised a brow.

“it is when I’m not interested, so if you could let me do my job,” you turn back to the fight, watching toji.

“hey, what’s with the switch, is it toji—“ wow men really are fucking brainless.

“it’s no one. it’s me. i’m not interested. so fuck off. do I have to tell you I have boyfriend or girlfriend, cuz you can’t take a fucking hint or some shit? cant be polite to anyone anymore.” you scoff, turning away. men really don’t know how to back off unless you tell them you’re with someone or if you snap at them.

“bitch,” he comes up, only for gojo and getou to quickly step in. backing them down. you hadn’t noticed, too occupied with staring at toji.

“cmon cmon,” you cheered under your breath. heart racing as toji went after his opponent. your body flinched when toji took a punch to the rib. but he quickly recovered and got his opponent with an aggressive hook. you were shouting with the rest of the audience until toji finally knocked his opponent out.

“FUCK YES!” you screamed as the entire stadium erupted in cheers. you captured so many great photos as toji was bombarded by press. your cheeks were flush, as you were suddenly filled with the urge to see him. but… not here.

toji looked everywhere for you afterwards. getting treated in the lockerroom, as he asked gojo and getou where you’d gone. toji’s heart sank once they said that you left. fuck.

toji was escorted back to his penthouse. holding an ice pack to his nose as he pushed past the crowd in front of the entrance. should he go to your apartment? should he beg you to forgive him? he wasn’t a beggar. but he wanted to see you.

dropping his bag by the door, he moved to take his shoes off—suddenly noticing the familiar shoes.

“I just came here to tell you that I was gonna go to the match regardless if you came by my place or not,” you huff, cheeks puffed pointing at toji as he stared up at you frozen. you were here. his green eyes sent a warm wave filling your body. “i like being a shitty journalist, so fuck you for being an asshole. and i do stand up for myself—but i don’t need to tell anyone I have a boyfriend for them to leave me alone.” your voice was firm as you tried your best not to break face, but the way toji was looking at you—

toji couldn’t stop his feet. his hands grabbing your face as he kissed you. “i love my shitty journalist,” he kissed your lips over and over.

“lo-love—?“ you held his wrists, mind dazed at what he just said. you looked up at him, as he stared at you with such warmth.

“I love you,” toji mumbled, as he licked your lips. “i’m always selfish. i love being selfish. and i love being selfishly yours,” he sighed against your open lips. his adrenaline still pumping from the match.

“i hate it when you’re selfish,” you breathe against his lips as he hums.

“i know,” he kisses you, deepening it, letting his tongue enter your mouth. moaning as he easily picks you up. his lips staying on yours as he lays you down on the bed. your moaning and heaving as he pulls away. you both strip as you stand on the bed quickly pushing your pants, pulling your legs out as toji looks up at you, hands grabbing at your waist once you’ve successfully gotten the clothing off.

“you’re still mad?” toji bites your nipple, making you yelp in surprise, grabbing his hair. you looked down at him. his eyes teasing as he tugs at the bud.

“you haven’t apologized for real,” you reply, as toji hums around the bud, pulling away and lifting your leg over his shoulder, kneeling on the bed.

“i said I love you,” toji kisses your pussy, his words already had your heart fluttering, but still…

“no…you need to apologize then,” your hand holds his shoulder for stability, as he licks through your puffy folds, teasing your clit with his tongue, moaning at the taste. he holds your waist, as you hunch over as he sucks in your clit. “ah toji—apol ah—“

toji holds you steady as your shaking leg gives out, he smiles, against your pussy, carefully holding you in his arms dropping you on the bed. your hips jump as you still feel his tongue lapping at your pussy. he pulls away to spread your legs wider. spitting on your pussy.

“apologize?” toji raises a brow as he spreads you open, enjoying the sight of you trying to hide your moans, his tongue entering your hole. he slings an arm around your thigh, holding you down on the mattress.

“yes!” you yelp as his thumb rubs your clit, drooling on your pussy. he missed eating you out, the way you clawed as his shoulder and rubbed up against his tongue. “asshole, so annoyi—uh—“ you can’t help the moans slipping as toji puts everything into eating you out.

“love your little pussy,” toji laughs as you call him names laced with moans. your legs trembling as you try to push him away.

“can’t—‘s ‘s not—toji!” your hips jump, rubbing against his tongue, only for him to hold you down, wanting to see your legs tremble as you ride your high. toji hums lapping at your clear juices, thumb pressing against your clit as you push your foot down on his shoulder, only for him to grab your ankle.

“what?” he huffs, looking at you with dilated pupils. he’s much more pent up than he usually was after training, since he had just won a match.

“you ate me out, when you didn’t apologize,” you’re still glaring at him. not ready to back down.

“you were drippin n rubbin up on my tongue,,” toji snaps, his chest rising and falling, trying to control himself as he sees the way you lean up on your elbows, face just inches from his.

“i think you’re the one who wanted it,” you press, watching the way his lip curls sarcastically.

“you wanna play it like that?” toji grabs your face, your eyes sharp, testing him.

“i just want an apology, asshole,” tojis mind is heated, you were so hot right now..he doesn’t waste a moment in capturing your lips.

“ya grow some balls in the last week?” toji says between kisses, you yelp as you feel his fingers push into you, pumping you open.

“what’re you—“ you’re caught off guard, screaming in pleasure as toji has you cumming a bit too quickly.

“at least i still know your body better than you,” toji laughs as you tremble in his arms, eyes foggy. toji knew you always get a bit light headed after cumming—

“fuck…you,” you pant, turning your head to look up at him. toji’s eyes are lien with lust. “uncalled for—wait!”

his fingers circling your clit again as he slaps your pussy, your eyes quickly filling with tears, the overstimulation was knocking the wind out of you.

“you’ve got quite the mouth, baby, cmon keep talking,” toji is biting and licking your collarbone and neck as you cry, holding his wrist as you feel yourself reaching another high. his fingers deep inside you.

“fucking—ah—“ you’re holding him close as you cum, only for toji to flip you on your stomach, his lips kissing your shoulder as you try and catch your breath. he’s giving your pussy some gentle slaps, your mind dizzy as you look back.

“you like it when I play with you?” toji holds your chin as you meet his feral gaze.

“you like it…more,” you pant, “y-you’re mine…toji-san,” you knew exactly what to say to get this man playing with you. his hand grabbing your hips up as he’s kneeling up, pumping his thick dick, and pushing into you.

“fuck, you’re such a brat,” toji groans, your words immediately got to him. it’s always the san. toji is snapping his hips into you, his hand holding your own as he drives into your cunt hitting your sweet spot each time. your tears are soaking the sheets as your lips part with moans.

at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, your arms giving out as he fucked roughly behind you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.

“ugh so good, always feels so fuckin good,” toji was moaning against your ear as he grunts, hips rutting into you. you’d lost your voice already, only turning your head, as toji met your gaze. the sounds of his heavy balls slapping you was faded.

“to..ji..” your voice calling for him always sent him, his adrenaline was so unbelievably high. his lips meeting yours, as you whined for him, legs shaking.

“fuck me, sucking me in so tight, love,” toji’s arm wrapped around your middle, lifting you up to sit on his lap, back arching against his sweaty chest, as he moved you above him as he snapped his hips up. the base of his cock had a ring of cum as you shuddered at the overstimulation.

“more more…” your eyes were practically crossed, drool slipping from your lips as your head went back, holding his arm around your waist. you were beyond fucked out, but it felt so good. he always filled you up so perfectly.

“fhuck puppy,” toji’s groans were much louder than usual, his stomach clenching as you egged him on with moans and pleads. his body was in pain from the bruises and cuts from the fight, but hearing you cry his name had his body pushing its limits. your eyes filling with tears as he pressed his palm on your stomach, pushing against the flesh to feel himself inside you. your eyes stung as you screamed out, shaking above him.

“that’s it, so deep inside ugh my puppy,” toji moans as your back arches away from him, nails digging into his upper thigh and arm, as your gummy walls suck him in, tightening so he can’t even move. your words are incoherent as your legs trembling until finally gushing around him. “shit, spraying everywhere pup,” toji swears as he feels you squirting some more, wetting his thighs and Rick.

his arm squeezes your waist, clenching his jaw. “gonna—shit…gonna cum if ya don’t loosen up, pup,” toji is struggling feeling his balls tighten as your cries die out, toji feels your nails loosen on his thigh.

“ ‘ji,” your lips ghost his neck, drool slipping onto his skin as your mind wanders space. “fill meh uhp,” your hot breath sends a wave through his body as toji swears under his breath.

toji’s thrusts get unsteady as he holds you tight, burying his face in your neck as he moans, emptying his balls. toji’s palm is flat on your stomach as he feels his hot cum paint your walls. your eyes are glazed as toji rocks into you, milking out everything he’s got, as your body shudders.

toji pants, somehow losing all sense whenever you speak to him during sex. toji holds your face as he turns you to look at him. “shit, pup,” he sighs, seeing how out of it you were. your eyes seeing stars as it flutters shut. he pulls out, laying you down. your cheeks stained with tears and drool, as toji kisses your lips. “you fucked me up,” toji mumbles, knowing you already knocked out.

he did a number on you. he sat up, still catching his breath as he rubbed his face—

“ toji,” your voice was barely above a whisper. toji dropped his hands as he felt your body slump on his thigh. your hand reaching for his face. he leaned down letting you grab his face pulling him to meet you at eye level. “i made you fuck me like this,” your body is still trembling.

“you got worked up, cuz of me,” you make it clear. eyes staring directly into his. toji was silent…shocked. everything you were saying was true. you knew exactly what to say to get him going at you like crazy. even though he knew your body perfectly, you knew how to make him act on it.

“so….” your eyelids were so heavy. “so…” fuck, toji watched you slump against his chest. your body and mind finally giving out. toji sighed, looking down at you.

“surprised you could move,” toji rested his hand on your head, gently stroking you. the man ripped the dirty sheets off the bed wiping away the cum on your bodies and tucked you into the clean ones. finally knocking out.

the light shining in from his huge windows, had you burying your face into the mattress. your mind a bit slow, still laced with sleep as you groaned into the mattress. slowly waking up, you turned your head, your eye looking at the window, thinking…

toji told you he loved you. you knew that whole confession was his form of an apology…but still…

“ugh,” toji groaned feeling a weight on his stomach.

“wake up,” your voice had him reaching out, to feel you, only for you to push his hand away.

“what?” his low groggy voice, sent your cheeks flushing, but you ignored it. he rubbed his eyes, arm falling behind his head as he looked up at you. “you’re up before me?” he was surprised.

“you have to apologize and say it,” you huff, you were straddling his waist, finger pointed at his chest as the other was folded across your chest. toji raised a brow, he could see you were in desperate need of a hot shower, especially with the bruises that littered your body, and the way your legs shook a bit.

“you look cute, face all pouty like that,” toji teased, making your brows knit together.

“I’m being serious, you didn’t say it last night,”

“maybe I did and you didn’t hear me. your little cunt was spraying every second, you could barely talk,” your face went red, lips parting then closing at what he’d just said. toji smirked, seeing your face.

“well…well then it wouldn’t hurt to say it again then,” you quickly recover.

toji was surprised how dominant you can act. with the way you were talking to him last night and now. and he didn’t hate it. no….not at all. it was cute and hot. and in the end…you were right. even though this is a bit childish, he doesn’t mind it. doesn’t mind catering and coddling you. he knew what you wanted.

“i’m sorry,” he finally said it. your lips parted.

“sorry for what?” your chest is rising and falling, he can tell you’re waiting to give yourself away. so he sighed, eyes looking up at you as he spoke softly.

“sorry for being an asshole, and not believing in you,” his hand came up rubbing your thigh as you smiled down at him, still waiting.

“and?” wow you’re milking it. his hand splayed flat on your thigh, green eyes warming to your bright ones, hair pushed out of his face.

“i’m yours.”

your face beamed, finally leaning down to kiss him.

“who told ya, ya can be all possessive and bossy?” toji asked between kisses.

“you did,” you giggle, toji humming.

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CLASSMATE GOJO SERIES!

SYNOPSIS...read the short 4 part series about classmate!gojo and pervy fem!reader all right here

INFO...classmate!gojo x fem!reader, smut smut smut, trading nudes, masturbation, p in v, name calling, and other filth, only a 4 part series

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part 1

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Could you write about choking kink with Tsukishima??

❥ tsukishima and asphyxiation

warnings: timeskip! tsukishima, fem! reader, asphyxiation (duh), dom! tsukishima, mean! tsukishima, degrading, rough sex, kinda dark content

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 937

a/n: i actually hate this but i rlly hope u like it :3

got a request? my asks are open!

Kei Tsukishima was vanilla when you two began to see each other regularly. Well, at least for the first time you had sex. He didn’t know what you liked, so he didn’t want to push your boundaries. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t a violater (at least, not towards you.)

At first, he was slow, tender, and meticulous. “Does this feel good?” “Are you in any pain?” “Can I keep going?” Those phrases constantly fell from his lips the first time you two were intimate, his cock slowly pistoning out of your warmth. Those were some of the rare moments when Tsukishima was soft with you when he was vulnerable. It was your first time together. He didn’t wanna fuck it, no. No one ever wants to fuck up their first time with their new partner. 

He learned what you liked and what you didn’t like relatively quickly, sometimes without you having to say anything at all. Tsukishima would notice how you would shake if he kissed your neck. How you would squeeze your thighs when he called you an idiot (affectionately, of course.) And especially, and possibly his most favorite thing about you, how you let those cute little moans escape your lungs when his long, calloused fingers grazed your neck's soft and delicate flesh. 

It was playful at first, his index finger poking your neck in public just to make you scowl. He briefly observed how your face flushed pink before a frown overtook your soft features, lecturing him about how bullying his girlfriend wasn’t very nice. The second time, the two of you were cuddling in his dorm room. Yamaguchi, his roommate, was visiting his parents for the weekend, so you had the entire room to yourselves. His bandaged hands squeezed your neck as he read his book, smirking as the faintest moan left your lips. 

“Oh? Did I do something you like?” he would tease.

“No! Shut up!” you’d him upside the head. 

Eventually, it got to the point where Tsukishima couldn’t take it anymore. It was almost too painful for him. If you weren’t going to tell him you wanted his hand around your throat, he would do it himself. After all, he was the smarter one out of the two of you.

“Look at you, drooling like a bitch,” Tsukishima smirked, his eyes filled with a dark lust for your submissive state. His hand tightened around your throat as he plunged his cock deeper into your weeping core, the squelching sound ringing in his ears. It was accompanied by your shortened breaths and moans, sounding like the most beautiful melody. “You’re so fucking wet, do you even hear yourself? Those filthy fucking noises you make? Or are you too dumb on my cock to know anything, pretty girl?” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing rolled off your tongue, your words being cut off by a harsh squeeze around your neck. “That was a rhetorical question, obviously.” he rolled his eyes, punctuating his sentence with an unforgiving thrust. “Is your head getting dizzy, hm? I bet it is, you little slut. Who knew my adorable little girlfriend was such a whore for my hands?” his free hand squeezed the fat of your breast, twisting your nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Dumb little bitch, squeezing my cock just because she’s getting choked. Fucking whore.”

His thrusts were cold and calculated, just like he was. He knew exactly how to make you squirm, what pressure points made you cum on the spot. Tsukishima knew your body like the back of his hand, and it made you weak every fucking time. 

“Oh? What’s this?” he purred, his fingers practically cutting off your air supply. “Your slutty little cunt is squeezing around me. I think she wants to cum. Do you think you deserve to cum after hiding what you like from me?”

You frantically nodded your head, your eyelids growing extremely heavy from the lack of oxygen to your brain. “Wanna…cum,” was all you managed to choke out, your eyes wet from the tears swelling in the corner. “P-please.”

Tsukishima scoffed and barely loosened his grip, letting you breathe just a bit. “Fine, I guess that’ll do.” his cock still pounded into you, his balls slapping against your ass. “Fucking cum on this cock, little bitch. Be a good fucking girl for once and do as I say.”

You came with a silent cry, your mouth forming a perfect ‘O’, exactly how Tsukishima liked it. Completely submissive and obedient to him, never bratty. Fuck, your orgasm face was always so beautiful. “Shit, gonna cum. Squeezing me so tight, fucking slut.” his seed spilled into the condom, euphoria crashing over him like a tsunami. 

He removed his hand from your neck, admiring the finger-shaped bruises he left. You’d be wearing turtlenecks for a week, that’s for sure. “Are you alright?” he carefully asked, tossing the spent condom into the wastebasket next to his bed. “I thought you were going to pass out for a second.”

You smiled and nodded, curling up to him. Skin-to-skin was always the best thing when it came to sex with Tsukishima because after he came, he was always so careful with you. He was soft, gentle, and delicate. A complete juxtaposition to how we were in public or with his Sendai Frogs teammates. “I’m fine, Kei, it was really fucking sexy. Maybe let me breathe a little bit next time, though?”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent. “So, I get to choke you again next time?”

“Obviously.”

“I can’t wait.”

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▻ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

CW/ TW. Explicit, Fem!Reader, Implied Gang Bang, Possessive Behavior, Rough Oral Sex, Bath Sex, Exhibitionism, Aftercare, Praise, Reader has a kid, Slightly Yandere Behavior (???)

AN. Hi! This is a repost because my old account broke...SOBS. All comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated, thank you :)

M. List

Bonten!Mikey who first sees you when you're walking in front of a sweets shop with a little boy holding your hand—a chubby little hand pointing at a lollipop in the window.

Bonten!Mikey who never cared to get involved with anyone, suddenly found interest in your shining smile and bright eyes.

Bonten!Mikey whose chest aches because he wants you to be his.

He watches as you shake your head at the pouting boy, a sad smile on your lips. "Maybe next—"

But you're cut off by a gentle hand on your shoulder and a pair of expressionless eyes looking down at you.

"I can get it for you."

You blush furiously at his kind gesture, eyelashes fluttering in awe. "I can't—"

"It's okay," Mikey insists until you relent with a shaky smile and glance down at your son.

"Baby, what do you say?"

"Thank you," the boy says shyly, his smile just as bright as yours when he takes the lollipop from Mikey's fingers.

Bonten!Mikey who meets you again in a place where he never thought someone as bright as you would end up.

He walks into Bonten's meeting room to find his men passing you around, shoving their dicks in your face and groping you roughly. Tears stream down your face, but you can only mumble out raspy complaints as you're grabbed by a man with wild eyes and scars marring his mouth.

"You're such a nasty slut," the man sneers, guiding your mouth to his leaky cock and pressing the head between your swollen lips.

Nobody seems to pay attention to Mikey who takes his seat at the head of the table, their predatory gazes focused on you getting ruined in the middle of the room. But for a split second, your glassy eyes meet his and they grow round at the sudden realization of who he is—at what he is.

And although his men ignored him at first, they're suddenly aware of his overwhelming presence once you're passed onto Mikey's lap next—the room falling quiet because their boss never got involved with their leisure activities.

He reaches one hand up and wipes your tears from your face, bringing your shiny gaze up to his.

"Hey, pretty," Mikey says, covering you with his jacket. His usual soulless eyes are soft when you smile down at him, his heart beating hard against his ribcage at the breath-taking sight. "There you go."

The Bonten executives watch quietly as their boss picks you up in his arms and carries you to the door, their jaws dropping a bit.

"Find someone else to fuck," is the last thing Mikey says before leaving the room.

Bonten!Mikey who runs both of you a bath once you're in his apartment, usually destructive fingers now delicately stripping you out of your soiled clothes and tossing them somewhere across the floor.

He places you between his legs, washing your hair and body of cum and spit before massaging your sore muscles in his strong hands—paying special attention to your jaw after seeing how rough Sanzu was with you. You relax against him, head on his shoulder while you feed into the warmth and safety of his touch.

"Are you scared?" he asks, now that you know who he really is.

You shake your head. "No."

He hums, pleased with your answer. "Then let me take care of you, hm?"

Soft lips brush against your temple as his hands smooth over your supple breasts and down your stomach until his fingers trace over the soft puffy lips of your cunt.

Mikey's mouth quirks ever so slightly when you slowly nod, arching into his touch with a whimpered "please" bouncing off of the steamy bathroom walls.

You keen when two of his fingers brush through your slippery folds, his other hand coming up to pinch and rub at your nipples.

Every delicious sound you make has blood rushing to his cock, and he can't stop himself from slowly rutting against your ass, grunting into your neck from the friction—not caring about the amount of water and bubbles that splash over the lip of the tub.

Your body trembles a little when he slips a finger into your gummy walls, his pace slow to ease you open before another finger joins the first.

His lips travel up from your shoulder, teeth nipping a sensitive spot behind your ear—putting his mark on your skin—before he asks: "Did they fuck you here?" Slender fingers thrust into your clenching hole with an emphasis on his question.

You take a moment to answer from the amount of pleasure clouding your brain, but you manage to shake your head. "N-no, not ye—"

Mikey's hand firmly clasps around your throat, drawing your head back so you're looking at him. "This cute little pussy is mine now, m'kay?" he tells you, tapping your sensitive clit lightly.

This time you nod with a choked whimper, not completely taking into consideration that you just offered yourself to the devil—too dizzy from the fire burning at the pit of your stomach.

The wide pad of his thumb applies firm pressure against your little nub, his fingers speeding up at the feel of your legs quivering against his.

"Ah," you whine, hands holding onto his arm between your legs. "I-I'm—"

"Come on, cum for me," he rasps into your neck, littering it with more small splotches of blue and purple.

"Oh—"

You break off into a stream of garbled sounds when his fingers rub against a spot inside you that has you twitching in his arms. A series of strained little curses leave your lips, your lungs trying to take in big gulps of air as you tip over the edge.

"You were so good, pretty," Mikey coos into your ear, trying to bring you down while his fingers go back to pumping into you lazily. "Hm, one more time. You deserve it, after all."

Bonten!Mikey who learns you were selling your body to pay for your son's medical bills after he fell very ill the year before.

Bonten!Mikey who insists you let him take care of you and your little family.

"You wouldn't need a job," he tells you when you argue that you'd never be able to pay him back with your current earnings. "I'll give you and your son anything you may need."

Bonten!Mikey who rewards you with his head between your legs for hours when you say yes—not that he'd ever let you say no.

Bonten!Mikey who's possessive of you and refuses to share you with anyone because they can't treat you as good as he can.

Bonten!Mikey who wants to show his men that you're his.

Bonten!Mikey who has you spread out on his lap in the Bonten meeting room, all of his executives watching with envy as their boss's fingers play with your dripping hole.

Bonten!Mikey who knows all the sweet spots that make you pliant in his arms until you're gushing a steady stream of fluid all over the table and his pants.

He hears a few faint groans of his men around the room, their eyes turning greedy when you shy away from how they're staring at you. But Mikey shoots them a cold look, his message clear that none of them were allowed to touch you anymore. You're his and only his, and he'd kill anyone who even tried to look at you the wrong way.

"Now get the fuck out," he tells them before focusing his attention back on you.

protecting you ★ megumi fushiguro

inspired by @okkatsudon !! go check them out plz <3

— pairing: megumi fushiguro x gn!reader ෆ angst?, fluff, hurt/comfort ෆ wordcount: 939 ෆ warning: injury mentions, blo*d mentions, slight body comfort in some parts, de*th threat mentions, megumi being insecure, a lot of crying

a/n: i will work on requests after this! so sorry, i have not been motivated lately. had this rotting in my drafts for like, 2 months now? so i quickly finished this up to post for content cause i need to start trying to be consistent (-_-;)

the digital clock struck 1AM, when megumi stumbled through the front door, limping and wincing.

"y/n?.. y/n!" he yelled through the quiet apartment of their partner. he was in terrible shape: his body covered in bruises, blood leaking out of his head, while patches of his clothes were ripped torn.

he was in distress, looking for the presence of his one and only. his eyes scanned all the rooms from corner to corner. his chest tightened, and so did his throat; so nervous, so worried. until he remembered there was one more room, their bedroom.

he stumbles into the bedroom of his lover, feeling like his lungs would collapse at any moment. he swings the door open, before seeing y/n, making his body loosen from panic.

y/n laid on the bed, tucked warmly underneath the covers, sleeping. he feels his heart ache, as he quietly walks over to their bed, sitting down next to them, the bed dipping next to them.

he adored their slumbering face, his pumping heart calmed down as he admired them.

the warm lamp on the bedside table made their face glow, the tone of their skin being megumi's favorite color. despite any skin imperfections they had, they were radiant as ever, to megumi atleast.

he stayed quiet for a while, his eyes adoring them like a camera lens; picturing and saving every twist in their skin and bend of their bone to remember in his memories.

he starts talking, even though he's well aware their asleep.

"hello y/n. i'm sorry, i know it's late, but i just have to.. get this off my chest. today i got, in a.. really gruesome fight. and i mean, it was terrible. blood was everywhere, screams left and right you didn't know where to look first. you know i'm a somewhat calm person, unlike yuuji or nobara. but.. i've never been so, terrified before. i was shaking and my heart was caught up in a frenzy. it's kind of embarrassing telling you this, to be honest." he laughs dryly, his throat itching with pain.

"but anyway, i wasn't scared for myself. i couldn't care less about me ending up on life support or something. but.. it was you. the curse brought you up, and said it knew i was fond of you. it threatened me, telling me it would, kill you." his voice stifled, his hand on the sheets gripping it tightly.

"it said, it would kill you when i wasn't watching. and that, i'd end up visiting your corpse one day. that's what scared me. it said it with so much certainty, i started doubting myself, and my abilities. again, this is super embarrassing." he mumbled stubbornly, hiding his face in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

"but, i had full right to be nervous. i'm not that good of a sorcerer, nor am i that morally great. i still have so much to improve. i mean, what would happen if it did get to you? we defeated it thankfully, but what if it kept it's promise. what if, i won't be able to save you. what if i'm too weak for you? i feel like everyone's getting better, while i stay the same." his voice starting to break up and falter.

"you might be in trouble, and i might not be able to save you, and it's going to be.. all my fault." hot tears started pouring from his eyes, as he squeezed them shut, hoping to stop them. his throat clenched, but the more cries left his mouth. megumi was shattered by the idea of not being able to save his own lover, wiping his tears away wasn't taking effect, nothing was.

he looks at his sleeping beauty, his eyes teary-eyed and face full of wet marks. his heart twists and pulls on it's owns strings, seeing them so peaceful, not aware of how much danger he's actually putting them in. he slowly climbs over, and lays on the empty spot next to them, resting his head on the extra pillow, wishing everything could stay just like this. his fears storm his head, terrorizing and clouding it.

"i'm sorry if i can't save you. i'm sorry if i can't be strong enough, i'm sorry if your going to die because of me, i'm sorry.. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." he curls into a slight ball next to them, bursting into quiet sobs again.

"i hope you know how much i love you. i love you so much. if something happens, i hope you remember that i love you, and that i've gone beyond my limits to try and keep you safe. your a miracle to me, and i'm sorry if i'm being a huge annoyance right now, but you really do mean a lot to me. im so sorry if i dont show it. you mean the world and more, to me. please forgive me." he clung to the blanket, letting out all the things he had always wanted to say, drunk in sadness and extreme admiration.

after what seems like forever, his breath calmed down, his face all blotched and pigmented with tears, his nose clogged, his hands weak, as his blood from his prior injuries smearing on the blanket and pillows. he was a total wreck, while his beloved beauty stayed in deep sleep.

he takes one last glance at them, barely being able to keep his eyes open for long. "i love you." he whispered, his throat breaking up the words, before his eyes shut closed, falling asleep, next to his oblivious lover.

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don't look at me but

mahito would have a breeding kink. he's so fascinated with experimenting with humans. and this is just another way to see what he's physically capable of.

he's not even sure in the beginning if a curse like him is even able to bear offspring. he might not even be fertile- but that's not going to stop him from trying. he's way too curious now. he'd keep stuffing you full until he finally sees your tummy starting to swell.

would you give birth to a human or a curse? or maybe even some some kind of wretched hybrid.

either way, you don't really have a choice in the matter and end up pumped full of his seed several times a day.

afterward mahito clutches you closely, arms wrapped around your waist and his face nestled into your belly- not even bothering to pull himself out of you. it would even be a little sweet if he wasn't giggling to himself like he knew a dark and terrible secret.

ear pressed to your womb, he sighs happily. he can detect the faintest trace of another much smaller soul beginning to form inside of you along with your own. he's so excited.

*head empty only Hello kitty Haitani bois* 🤌🏼💖🥹

DATING APP HCS - KAZUHA

Oopsss, I dropped my WIP, khehee, sorry :>

first time dry-humping with katsuki..?

you were in his lap, kissing his neck. his long rough callouses hands holding your hips as he tilted his head back. he let out a guttural moan as he shut his eyes closed when you kissed a sweet spot.

your hips involuntarily moved rolling against his groin, you blushed. “..s-sorry” your voice muffled in between kisses as you said flustered. he groaned “..idiot.” you chuckled suddenly his hips jerked in the direction of your pussy, making sure his hard member pressed against your clothed aching pussy.

”o-oh! k-katsukiiii..” you mumbled blushing, “keep it quiet-dumbass.” his hands squishing your thighs, “..m-mmph” “..stupidly pretty” he gruffed seeing you flustered and a mess. “..is this still okay..” you mumbled blushing, you and katsuki weren’t exactly intimate..

“idiot. i wouldn’t let this happen if it wasn’t..” he scoffed, “..o-oh yeah..” you murmured silently as he dry-humped you

you physically couldn’t stop making noises-you’ve never been like this ever.. “..katsuki..” you whined “hm-what?” he said while groaning “..this feels good” “..obviously stupid.”

“-but keep making those pretty sounds.”